Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 941 - 8: Shen Qingxi Openly Smuggling Private Goods

Seeing Shen Qingxi’s choice, Wang Yunxiao was quite puzzled.

Although he didn’t have a deep understanding of the Twelve Dharma Gate System.

But he had seen pigs run even if he hadn’t eaten pork.

Within the righteous path of the Twelve Methods, there is indeed one method close to the engineer cultivation Shen Qingxi practiced.

It’s "craftsman." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The current communications chief at the Special Service Bureau, Lianluo, cultivates that one.

"Why don’t you choose craftsman?"

"Craftsman and engineer are two different things."

Shen Qingxi shrugged and said, "For example, Commander Wang, since you practice the Garrison Soldiers’ method, why didn’t you choose Ranger?"

That’s a good question, and Wang Yunxiao didn’t know how to answer.

One is a soldier, the other is a rogue.

"Garrison Soldiers are military personnel, whose duty is to protect the country and its people, emphasizing teamwork and strict discipline."

"Rangers, on the other hand, are civilians, who value righteousness and speak for acting on behalf of heaven, maintaining truth and justice."

Wang Yunxiao is not someone who would impulsively draw his sword to right wrongs; if he were to be in an era of chaos and disunity, he might indeed tread the path of a Ranger.

But in a time of peaceful and stable societal development, he prefers to trust the government and collective efforts.

Having specific instructions telling you what to do really eases the mind.

It’s definitely not because he’s too lazy to think.

"The difference between engineers and craftsmen is similar: engineers view machines merely as tools to achieve the final purpose, whereas craftsmen are more inclined towards research and creation. The two cannot be equated."

Shen Qingxi explained to him, "Just as for a chef, dog meat is merely an ingredient, but for someone who raises dogs, dogs are soul companions. You can’t mix them together just because they both involve dogs."

"That’s true, but isn’t it better than you practicing this witch doctor method?"

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t quite fathom how Eldest Miss Shen, a physical science graduate from a prestigious university, went to practice witch doctor.

Crossing fields a tad too much.

"Don’t worry, this won’t stump me."

Shen Qingxi was full of confidence.

"As a return, I also need to help you solve the problem of dreamland echo erosion... It’s actually to clean up the aftermath for ourselves. Sister Bingbing is still in retreat, and may not come out anytime soon; allowing this echo erosion to continue spreading does us no good."

"What do you intend to do?"

"The focus is on narration."

Shen Qingxi didn’t mention that this was experience gleaned from Li Mumu’s mother.

"Ordinary people affected by echo erosion in dreams will see all sorts of monsters and undead, only feeling fear, without interpreting any inner meaning."

"The key is how to explain this phenomenon to them."

"We can’t let those sorcerers and mystics twist facts and spread false rumors just to cheat money."

In essence, it’s about interpreting dreams.

This matter has many records in history books.

A king had a dream of a tiger and summoned his servants to inquire.

Some said it foretold his son coming of age and potential betrayal, urging the king to be vigilant.

Others said it foretold the arrival of an unparalleled general to help him achieve his great plans.

Two different interpretations of the same dream inevitably lead to different outcomes.

The issue now is that the Governmental Office has no definitive stance, allowing various immortals to start making up stories and spewing nonsense.

You can’t exactly say their interpretations are wrong because within their cognitive frameworks, that’s what they interpret.

The general populace can only understand that level of explanation; anything more complex would be lost on them.

Wang Yunxiao deeply agreed with Shen Qingxi’s explanation.

Then, how to resolve it?

He immediately thought of those art creators who had just been thrown in jail.

"If we can compile a credible story to spread, it should alleviate the public’s worries, right?"

This is the most common post-news technique—using trending news to suppress other trending news.

"It’s a good idea."

Shen Qingxi nodded in agreement, "I can provide a complete story framework for them to adapt into tales and ballads for public dissemination."

"They can create themselves too."

"You’re too confident in their capabilities. Without clear direction, who knows what they’ll come up with?"

Shen Qingxi gave Wang Yunxiao a meaningful look.

"You don’t want your loved one... to be altered into something bizarre in stories, do you?"

Indeed.

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, I know their level; I’ve critically reviewed all their works after all.

But Eldest Miss Shen, I’m not sure about you. With your enigmatic thinking, who knows what you’ll concoct?

"From your look, you don’t seem to trust me?"

"Not that I don’t trust you; it’s just that I’ve never seen you display such prowess before, so I’m curious."

"Don’t worry, I’m a genius beautiful young lady!"

The more you say, the less at ease I feel!

Then, Wang Yunxiao witnessed what was called the gap between a genius and an ordinary person.

Back at the police station, Shen Qingxi picked up a pen and handwritten a three-thousand-word manuscript in barely an afternoon.

Don’t mind the content just yet; at that typing speed, give her a computer, she surely can make a name on the internet.

Wang Yunxiao took it and read through. And indeed, it shaped up quite well.

The story is about Lizu, wife of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, buried after her death within Xuanyuan Tomb in a coffin of amber and funeral clothes of blood silkworm silk, with Kunlun Jade sealing seven orifices, her body unfailing for ten thousand years.

This part was adapted after the Investiture of the Gods...

It’s about the origin of the three monsters in Xuanyuan Tomb, not including the fox spirits this time.

But the President, as a woman, rules the world, dealing with myriad affairs, her spirit weary.

Lizu, with essence, sent three maidservants who absorbed the essence of sun, moon, heaven, and earth to mortal plane as her incarnation to assist the President in adjusting the feng shui and geomancy of the Land of Dragon Rise, aiding her achievement of great enterprise.

Now, the three maidservants are dealing with the accumulated filth and karma in Tianmen City over a century; during the process, some oversights may cause mortals to see netherworld apparitions.

This is all normal, mortals don’t need to panic; once the geomancy adjustment is complete, it’s naturally peace and prosperity year by year in Tianmen City.

This outline is at least something comprehensible to the public.

As for content expansion, second creation details, those are matters for artistic creators to ponder.

After reading, Wang Yunxiao only felt the story contained some private agenda, but where exactly he couldn’t pinpoint.

"Is this enough?"

"Of course, it still needs some complementary publicity."

Shen Qingxi replied with a smile, "If you don’t mind, we can add some illustrations."