If these historical materials are published, it will have a great impact on their reputation. The government cannot do such a thankless task, and now it should unite all forces to resist the flood.
The person being questioned today was none other than the Xianxia Sect's current leader, Yunhua Zhenren.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the sofa opposite Zhao Si. He was wearing a Taoist robe, had long black hair, red lips and white teeth, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. If he walked outside, he would attract countless people to watch.
An extremely handsome Taoist priest, or Taoist Kun?
Zhao Si was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up, bowed slightly and said, "Greetings to Master Yunhua."
Although he didn't need to bow to anyone because of his background, it was normal for cultivators to pay tribute to those who had achieved great things. Zhao Si always believed in not hitting those who smiled at him, and he would not be arrogant just because of his background.
Besides, Brother Yi said not to bother him with trivial matters, otherwise he would teach him a lesson on thunder magic.
Master Yunhua nodded slightly and said, "No need to be polite, layman."
After some brief courtesies, the two men formally began the questioning.
Zhao Si got straight to the point and said, "It has been raining heavily in Shenzhou recently. The government suspects that it will be like the flood in Xiandao. Can you tell me, with the current strength of Shenzhou, can it last for 30 years?"
This is the first question. Referring to the flood in Xiandao, if the government has 30 years, it is certain that it can build cities on the plateau to accommodate most of the people. Without considering comfort, 30 years is enough.
Taoist Master Yunhua answered in the affirmative, the heavy rains in China today are not as heavy as those in the immortal world, and modern society’s ability to resist disasters is higher than that of agricultural society.
"The second question is, why did the twelve sects oppose migration in the 33rd year of the flood? Is it really because it is impossible?"
Master Yunhua was silent for a while, his eyes fixed on the documents on the table, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.
Then he took a deep breath and said slowly, "It is not impossible to oppose migration. At that time, hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the entire cultivation world built one earthen city after another along the way to Tianzhou. These houses are all made of mud. They are not comfortable and can only be used for five or six years, but at least they can be used for rest."
"The migration is to use these earthen cities to migrate in sections, with a rest period of 7 days every 100 kilometers. The elderly, weak, women and children can move more slowly. This will greatly ensure that young and strong people can reach Tianzhou, while the elderly, weak, women and children can only leave it to fate. The Immortal Palace has been preparing for the migration for 8 years, how could it fail?"
After the death of Master Du Shi, the Immortal Palace began to prepare for the relocation. First, they used the five years gained from Master Du Shi to store food, and at the same time began to build a mud city as a foothold, and then moved to nearby places.
For example, the Wu Dynasty was close to Tianzhou, so it migrated first. Later, Hou Wu entered the Wu Dynasty and borrowed its supply houses, and continued to migrate after they had a good rest.
Zhao Si asked: "If that's the case, why do you object?"
"Do you know how many years the cultivation world has been busy for the sake of the mortal world?" Master Yunhua answered himself, "Thirty years. For a full thirty years, most cultivators have been saving people day and night in the mortal world. Many people have missed the best age for cultivation. Not everyone has a thousand years of lifespan, and most people only have more than 200 years."
"But even so, we are still unable to do it, because Jiuzhou is so big that it is comparable to 10 Shenzhou. The scattered dynasties are built around the plains. The cultivation world does not have modern improved crops, and farming can only rely on the weather and the land."
In the beginning, when the disaster was not serious, the monks could still be rotated, but as time went on, let alone rotation, it was a luxury to be able to lie down and rest for a few days.
Master Yunhua pointed to the information on the table and said, "In the beginning, there were only 12 sects. After a few years, the number doubled. Almost all the major sects are opposed to using spirit stones to feed all mortals. We also need to practice, and bringing them to Tianzhou has done our best."
"Even within the palace and two sects there are complaints, but as the direct descendants of the immortals they can only endure it. Little guy, which do you choose, cultivation or the lives of irrelevant people?"
This time it was Zhao Si's turn to fall into silence, but he actually had the answer in his heart the first time: his own practice.
Spiritual stones and elixirs are needed for cultivation. If all the spiritual stones are used to farm for mortals, how can the cultivators cultivate? What if one has the opportunity to break through to a higher realm and gain a longer life, but is ultimately delayed by mortals?
Master Yunhua saw what Zhao Si was thinking and couldn't help but smile, not in mockery but in self-mockery.
He was mocking himself that he was not as great as he thought when he was young. When he was a teenager, he also vowed under the Fairy Palace to save the world.
"You see, so we are not immortals. We all have selfish desires, and our virtue and kindness are limited. Immortals have a saying that righteous people are praised, and they are a minority."
"For the past thirty years, we have not been saving the world, but following the immortals. In the beginning, I don't know how many people were simply trying to save the people of the world, but in the end, only the immortals could save the world."
Zhao Si was speechless, and the atmosphere in the room was silent for a while. Then Zhao Si continued to ask the questions that the temple wanted to ask. He had given up arguing because he couldn't put himself in the other person's shoes.
Why blame others?
The interrogation lasted for an hour. Most of the questions asked by the government were relatively normal, not as sharp as the previous ones. Zhao Si suspected that he was the only one who asked such sharp questions among the others.
But he was indeed curious about the details of the Xiandao flood.
Finally, when Master Yunhua was about to leave, Zhao Si asked, "Master, what happened in the end? Was the flood resolved?"
Master Yunhua picked up the ballpoint pen on the table and wrote a line of words after the flood 38 years ago.
[All the cultivators abandoned the mortals. Soon, the world will see starving people everywhere, people eating each other. There is an immortal in the world who cuts his wrist and lets blood out. With this immortal blood, he can live for a thousand years and bring peace to the world.]
"So we are not immortals, so no one in the future dares to call themselves immortals."
Master Yunhua disappeared in the room, leaving behind only a faint voice with a hint of shame.
Zhao Si sat on the sofa, unable to speak for a long time.
He looked at the chats on his phone and the message sent by Li Yi, and a sense of peace came over him. Whether it was the government's Zero Refuge or the destructive power of the immortal flood, it could no longer make him nervous or uneasy.
Because there are immortals in Shenzhou.
Ding Dong.
Special attention suddenly sounded, and Zhao Si saw a circle of friends. It was a circle of friends that Li Yi had just posted, a record of a Candy Crush game, followed by a very old-fashioned yellow-face smiling emoticon.
【Li Yi】: Fifty levels in ten minutes.
Zhao Si was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing.
"Brother Yi, what are you doing? You didn't show off for lifting a mountain with one hand and saving the world, but you showed off for breaking the record in Candy Crush Saga."
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