Inside the Zhongshu Palace.
The ministers who had just experienced the bombing attack always had a hint of sadness on their faces. They were dressed gorgeously, and some were sitting upright, some were crossing their legs, some were sipping tea, some were leaning back in their chairs and closing their eyes to rest, and most of them were smoking.
It seemed as if the smoke could cover up their sorrows and nicotine could numb their worries.
Spiritual energy filled the entire room along with the smoke, incense made from spiritual objects quietly penetrated into the nostrils, and my whole body and mind were enjoying the rehabilitation treatment that was far beyond the reach of modern medicine.
".Yaowang Valley and Bailian Sect have also started to make trouble. They have only delivered less than half of the orders for elixirs and magic tools they placed two years ago. Many independent cultivators who had not previously shown up have begun to come out. If this continues, there will be chaos."
".Some use hard knives, some use soft knives, and we are attacked from both inside and outside. Either we fight to the death and turn the world upside down, or we compromise and suffer endless troubles."
".They want spiritual veins. I think it's not impossible to give them. Giving them spiritual veins is better than letting them keep making trouble. Giving them a few small spiritual veins, the output of a yellow-grade spiritual vein is only 1,800 kilograms, which is not enough for the food and clothing of a state cultivator."
"Give? Give him a spiritual vein today, and then give another spiritual vein to someone else tomorrow?"
".Spiritual veins are divided into four levels: heaven, earth, black, and yellow, with yellow being the last. They produce more than 100 kilograms of spiritual stones every month, which is not enough to cover the expenses of the cultivators in a city. And my Great Zhou has more than 100 such spiritual veins, which is enough for them to share."
".We can set up an association and assign all the inferior spirit veins to it and let them fight for it. If there are any problems in the future, we can also let them help. Why not do it?"
".That makes sense."
Prime Minister Pan Jun did not smoke like the others. He couldn't help but smile slightly as he listened to the discussion.
Constant negotiations and contacts are effective. Many things in the world are achieved through mutual concessions. Those people stopped killing people and started to hurt people instead, and the people here also began to back down.
The sect's killing of people is breaking the ceiling, and the army's surrounding mountains and sealing temples is also breaking the ceiling.
In fact, the temple would not lose out no matter what, and it might even be possible to bring these mountain cultivators into the system to check and balance the growing power of the Shangqing Palace. It was not necessarily for the so-called control of the cultivators, at least the government still had a way to go in some cases, even if the way was small and narrow.
What people fear most is going down a path to the end.
In the end, there are only two ways. One is to ask for help from the state-defending master and let Taoist Qingxuan suppress it. Even if the matter eventually gets out of hand, you can ask the state-defending masters from other regions to come and help. Qi is connected to Zhou, and it only takes a moment to travel back and forth between the two places.
But this path will increase dependence on the national level.
Taoist Qingxuan has noble character and will not bring harm to the country or the people, but that does not mean the government should honestly hand over power.
Another way to compromise with the independent cultivators, the safest one, is to set up an association and let them fight for those low-grade spirit veins by themselves. But this is undoubtedly a loophole, no less than the privatization of land.
To put it bluntly, they are unwilling to sacrifice their lives. Who would be willing to work hard when life becomes prosperous? In the end, the spiritual veins that are taken out have to be deducted from the people. Although the spiritual stones are not linked to currency, they have already occupied an extremely important position in society. Many of the so-called miracle drugs on the market are made of spiritual stones.
The money from mining spiritual stones is the tax paid by the people, and the people who mine spiritual stones are the children of the people.
"No."
Prime Minister Pan Jun's voice was deep and clear, echoing throughout the room, faintly shaking away the lingering smoke.
Everyone looked up at the main seat, looking at the Prime Minister Pan Jun, who was usually taciturn and extremely good at checks and balances. There was a lot of confusion in their eyes, and they didn't understand why the other party suddenly said so.
"..Prime Minister, this is not a solution. One day, we will not be able to suppress it. In the absence of the immortal, compromise is the best solution."
".If we don't ask the immortal to take action, those people will ruin his reputation."
".Haha, whether they help or not is their business. The technique was originally given to their parents, and we came here to promote it. Now that something has gone wrong, looking for them to take the blame, isn't that courting death?"
Everyone tried to persuade them again and again, and even started to discuss whether or not to let the immortal take action.
"No." Prime Minister Pan Jun repeated again, his narrowed eyes slightly opened, his voice firm and deep:
"Shenzhou belongs to the people, the land belongs to the people, the spiritual veins belong to the people, who dares to give them to them? Just based on the hundreds of people they killed, how many people died in the world when we killed the princes back then, did our ancestors ever fear? Ah!"
Everyone's words were stuck in their throats, and no one dared to answer for a moment. The last sound was like thunder, shocking everyone and making their bodies tremble violently.
Prime Minister Pan Jun, who had kept a low profile for many years, seemed to be reincarnated today, and his every move was full of vigor. His voice slowed down slightly, and his tone became more profound, as deep as a lion.
"There are 168 low-grade spiritual veins in Zhou, with an annual output of more than 20,000 kilograms of spiritual stones, enough to train 20 foundation-building monks and thousands of Qi-refining monks. And cultivation can replenish oneself. Who can give spiritual stones to the tens of millions of disabled, deaf-mutes, and people with congenital disadvantages in my Great Zhou to replenish themselves? A Peiyuan Pill consumes 100 grams of spiritual stones, and one such pill can save lives. One spiritual vein can save 10,000 people a month."
"You want to promote the practice method, but you also want to prevent people from dying, and you also want someone to take the blame. How can such a good thing happen in the world? What are you doing sitting here?"
He asked three questions in a row, first about the foundation of the country, then about the people of the world, and finally about his responsibilities. Everyone was surprised at first and then speechless. For a while, no one dared to look up and look directly at this prime minister who was indecisive and indecisive.
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