How to become a Taoist priest starting from a brothel

In the words of my previous life, Liu Yin's new novel is a standard female-centric wish-fulfillment story.

Lin Wan, a sixteen-year-old girl from a prominent family, has no worries about gaining weight from eating an extra half bowl of rice, or about not liking the color of her new clothes. These trivial worries create the carefree daily life of a noble girl.

At the age of sixteen, Lin Wan was betrothed to a young man from a prominent family.

That person was also a young man of noble birth, dignified character, and handsome appearance.

Her family doted on her, so she had a brief encounter with that person under the peach blossom tree.

At that time, her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and the young man's face was as rosy as the sunset.

A young girl's thoughts are always simple, but life is unpredictable.

Overnight, all imperial favor vanished; thunder and rain were now considered acts of imperial grace, and even powerful clans could not withstand the wrath of a monarch.

Lin Wan, once a young lady from a prominent family, was forced to live in the Jiaosifang (a brothel district in Taiwan) and become a prostitute who slept with thousands of men.

However, there is always a chance. If her fiancé is willing to lend a hand, the married woman can avoid such a disaster.

However, people's hearts are fickle, and powerful families will always weigh the value of everything. In their eyes, a girl without a family background has no value and is not worthy of their well-educated children.

And so, the former young lady became a top courtesan in the red-light district...

“This…” Wen Shuyun flipped through Liu Yin’s new book, her brows furrowed slightly, her face showing hesitation.

"What's wrong?" Liu Yin asked without even looking up as she ate her snacks.

Wen Shuyun flipped through the book, hesitated for a long time, and then said, "I see many people reflected in the characters and events in your book, so..."

"It's nothing." Liu Yin shook her head dismissively before continuing, "I didn't name names."

Seeing that Wen Shuyun still seemed hesitant, Liu Yin continued, "Just tell me if you enjoyed watching it?"

Wen Shuyun nodded in agreement, saying, "It's satisfying, but also heart-wrenching."

Liu Yin smiled and replied, "That's right. As for the rest, don't worry about it. No one will come out and admit that they are the past of the heroine in the book."

Seeing her say that, Wen Shuyun understood what she meant.

As she said, aristocratic families always care about their reputation, and no one would admit to having done such a cold-hearted thing or that the women in their family had ever lived in brothels.

"Moreover, what I have written about are the shadows of some people we know today, but in the end, they are the experiences of the female relatives of officials since the establishment of the Jiaosifang. I have only written about a tiny fraction of the experiences of these women over the past thousands of years." Liu Yin looked at the fruit in her hand, her face expressionless.

Wen Shuyun sighed before saying, "That's true..."

After thinking for a moment, Wen Shuyun finally gave up her idea and asked curiously, "What's at the end of your book?"

A hint of smugness appeared on Liu Yin's face: "I plan to sell this book by the volume."

"?" Wen Shuyun was filled with question marks.

Liu Yin replied with a smile, "The books I wrote before were basically all one-book stories, even those novels. But this one is longer, so selling it by volume is the most suitable."

Looking at the smile on her face, Wen Shuyun immediately thought of the little fox she had seen by chance, especially the little fox that stole the chicken leg, whose face had the same cunning look.

However, his eyes flickered, and he instantly understood what the other party meant.

"Great, that's perfect. Let those guys wait and see what happens next." He thought to himself and clapped his hands in approval.

Liu Yin's smugness grew even more obvious. She had already learned from the merchants that the noble families who bought her book accounted for almost 70 to 80% of the noble families. Under such circumstances, in order to know whether her book would belittle the noble families, they would definitely buy her new book.

Her new book features a highly engaging storyline, verified by future big data analysis. Its fast-paced, exhilarating structure keeps readers emotionally engaged, providing a dopamine rush. She believes those aristocratic families will definitely be drawn to her book.

The first volume of her book ends right after the female protagonist leaves the brothel, her future uncertain, which further fuels the reader's desire to keep reading.

Of course, this also satisfied her perverse sense of humor, letting those powerful families cause her trouble by simply stopping her updates.

As for whether Liu Yin was overthinking things, and what if the aristocratic families didn't have that many readers? Liu Yin had already prepared for these questions. She was only dealing with the aristocratic families incidentally; her main target was the common people.

Many previous books, while expanding the public's understanding of the top leadership and the country, were somewhat dry in content. Many people simply didn't have the time, experience, or relevant knowledge to understand these things.

However, novels are different. They have simple content and simple language, but the stories are very interesting, full of climaxes and dramatic twists, which is enough to stimulate people to learn about them, and even stimulate them to read them and even learn about the language.

Liu Yin was right.

Months later, the hermit's new book, "The Female Army," became the most talked-about topic among the villagers.

Many people are no longer satisfied with waiting for literate people to explain the books in teahouses and then for those working away from home to bring them back. Instead, they start pooling their money to buy one or two books for themselves to read.

Of course, not everyone can read. Those who don't know how to read will ask those who do to read it a few times. Even the most slow learner will eventually recognize quite a few characters.

Such a thing, when seen by discerning people, not only made them look at the hermit with new respect.

"I thought the recluse was only good at worldly affairs and politics, but I never expected her to write such a secular story so wonderfully." An old man from a prominent family stroked his beard and sighed.

"Old Ancestor, have you forgotten? She originally came from a brothel. The stories written by Liu Jianniang were extremely famous back then." Accompanying the old man was a boy who was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Yes, because every new book she publishes over the years either targets aristocratic families or speaks out for women and the poor, she has forgotten that Liu Jianniang is a master manipulator of people's hearts." The old man sighed softly.

The young man frowned slightly, and asked with some confusion, "Grandpa said that her writing is excellent, and I agree. But what do you mean by manipulating people's hearts?"

Seeing the young man's bewildered expression, and considering that Liu Yin was only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, the old man couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Indeed, heroes emerge from among the young."

Of course, he still smiled and explained to his grandson, "Tell me, what's so difficult about teaching people to read?"

The young man frowned, thinking about the torment he had suffered a few months ago when his father sent him out to teach the family's tenants. His head still ached.

"It's difficult. Those people are simply hopeless," the young man replied indignantly.

The old man laughed heartily, then nodded at him: "Since you have some free time today, why don't you go to the tenant farmers' place again and read the hermit's books to them, and wait a few more days to see?"

The boy's eyes were full of defiance: "Fine, I'll go! I don't believe she can do it!"