He has done his best from beginning to end.
"Besides, you once said that it is difficult to be a saint, so don't be a saint. I will naturally keep it in mind. If they slander you, just like they slander me, I will kill them first. You have always said that the world belongs to everyone in the world, and whether this matter can be implemented is not a matter of my words. Of course, you can do it with just one word. Who in the world dares to disobey the immortal order?"
Li Yi raised his eyebrows, but he couldn't find any fault with this statement.
Whether or not to be a saint is a personal choice, and the same goes for whether or not to serve the world. He often warned others not to be saints.
"I am not God. There are many people who are against me. Let's not talk about this for now. What do you think of the prime minister?"
Qingxuan secretly wiped his sweat, it seems that he escaped the teaching magic. He straightened his face and answered without hesitation: "Prime Minister Pan was born into a working class peasant family. He was not allowed to go to school until he was over 20 years old. He learned to read in school. He is a slow-witted person, with little strategy and decision-making, not as talented as you."
He paused, then changed the subject: "But he loves the people like his own children, is a strong father, and is willing to sacrifice his life for the benefit of the people."
"But human power is limited. He is only a mortal after all. Being a hero does not guarantee success. In many cases, heroes fail."
Even the Immortal Era was not perfect, they just prevented some things from being exposed to the sun. Above the law of the jungle, there was an immortal suppressing it, and many things were no longer like before, where people's cultivation was first considered, and then right or wrong was discussed.
And having karmic connections with so many monks would inevitably attract countless crazy assassinations. As a mortal, he didn't need to spend too much effort, and he might be able to kill the other party with just a random witchcraft curse.
"If he had ten men on this mission, three would have run away. If he had a hundred men, thirty would have fled. He can't afford to be a dog without a home. So I think he has failed. He should stay in my Shangqing Palace and retire in the future."
"You, after learning from me for so many years, are still a master at heart." Li Yi's words seemed to be blaming but without any intention of blaming, "Mortals risk their lives, but you take it so lightly in your eyes, but it's not your fault."
He took a sip of the hot tea in the stainless steel cup and looked out at the night sky with flashing neon lights.
"It's not the time to sacrifice. When the country is peaceful and the people are safe, why do we need heroes to shed their blood? And why do we have to make it so sad and tragic? I don't like it."
When Qing Xuan heard this, he suddenly raised his head, his whole body shook, and said, "Master, are you going to take action?"
"Me? I'm just an ordinary citizen. How can I care about national affairs?" Li Yi smiled slightly, then got up from the chair, pushed it forward and placed it in front of Qingxuan.
The chair was quite old, the red paint was slightly reflective, and the armrests were covered with various tiny scratches.
Qingxuan didn't understand. Before he could ask, Li Yi said in a soft voice:
"Give it to him. His chair is too big for him to sit on steadily. Sit on mine. Today I will let him sit on the chair steadily. Tomorrow he will teach the world how to practice."
Qingxuan's eyes widened and his body leaned back slightly. He was wondering if he was going to lose.
(End of this chapter)
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