He can be regarded as one of the pioneers of historical records and research in the spiritual world. To put it more nicely, he is the forefather, and everyone present has to give him some face.
"It's good to have new research directions, but we have to admit the facts. We underestimated Li Changsheng's personal ability and the limits of individual power. I said that we need to be in awe when studying monks and the cultivation world. We are like ants looking up at giants. We must always remain humble."
Wen Qingyong tapped the table heavily with his fingers, as if to make his emphasis more deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Now that he is in a position where he no longer needs to rack his brains for funding, in a sense he is no longer tempted by worldly desires. At the age of over 80, Wen Qingyong has a higher pursuit, which is to leave his footprints in history.
Celebrity and clean history have been the pursuit of countless literati and poets throughout the ages, even emperors and generals.
His historical responsibility is to sort out the differences between immortals and mortals, and even to choose the development path for future societies.
Wen Qingyong picked up the information about [Flood in Xiandao 48 years], on which was a sketch of a figure.
He has the sky above his head and the fields under his feet. He alone brings peace.
"You are not humble enough, not humble enough for an immortal. Kindness is his virtue, not a capital for you to act recklessly and speak nonsense."
Many scholars looked at each other in confusion, wondering why this great master suddenly got angry.
Someone whispered back, "Old professor, research should raise appropriate questions."
"Is that how you question? You have no evidence, but you just open your mouth to offend an existence that can support the entire human society. I ask you, do you dare to talk to your superiors like this?"
Wen Qingyong did not disagree with questioning, but he noticed that the modern academic community and most ordinary people lacked basic reverence.
To put it bluntly, they fear power but not virtue.
Perhaps it was because the immortals in the world had always been regarded as saints, or perhaps it was because they felt that the emperor was too far away to control them. Wen Qingyong felt a chill in his spine now. He was afraid that one day the immortals in the world would do something "bad" and be attacked.
Ordinary people would be fine, at most it would be a moral kidnapping. But this is a strong man who is capable of supporting the entire human society. Judging from this incident, he is the foundation of eternal peace.
Isn't this something that should be worshipped as an ancestor? You wouldn't really take the so-called stability of China and prosperity of China seriously, right?
"I hope you can correct this in the future, and treat the living immortals as if they were your immediate superiors, or even better than them. I don't want meaningless questions like the ones just mentioned to appear in your future academic journals."
No one in the room dared to answer. Zhao Si, who was sitting in the corner playing with his phone, raised his head slightly, wanting to see who this powerful person was and how he could have such foresight.
After Wen Qingyong's speech, the scholars' discussion began to be unilaterally directed towards Li Changsheng, and various reports were full of praise for the living immortal.
Of course, there are also knowledgeable people among them who realize the importance of Li Changsheng to society.
There is no need to say too many big principles. If the immortals were able to save mortals and bring peace and prosperity to the world of cultivation in the past, they may be able to save them once in the future.
This is very important.
The intelligence that was finally compiled came into the eyes of the top officials of various government offices, including the Zhou government.
In the conference room of the temple office building, many ministers had been waiting for a long time. After reading the information handed over from below, they all fell into deep silence.
Is this living immortal Li Changsheng too powerful?
Those who could reach their position were not stupid people, and they understood what this historical data meant. Li Changsheng's strength was further revealed, and the limit of individual power was far beyond their imagination.
The relationship between strongmen and the government is that of playing cards and listening to cards. Whichever side shows more power can gain more power.
Prime Minister Pan Jun called Wen Qingyong and asked, "Mr. Wen, how credible do you think this information is?"
“Ninety percent.”
"Then do you think the government will change the way they interact with each other in the future, or give him a position above the state-level?"
"Are we worthy of the great leader?"
Wen Qingyong's answer did not make the bigwigs present feel angry or offended, and even they themselves found this feeling somewhat strange.
This may be because when the other party is strong enough, you don't feel embarrassed to pretend to be a kitten or a puppy.
"More haste, less speed. I think things are pretty good now, but there should be more control over speech and privacy. You know modern netizens well. If an internet celebrity comes out one day and collides with an immortal."
The prime minister and the ministers began to reflect on themselves again. Before, they were thinking about whether they had offended the immortals in the past. Now, were they wondering if they had done anything thoughtful enough?
At the same time, the illusion collapsed bit by bit as the soldiers were reorganized. Many souls wandering in the illusion of laws suddenly lost their foothold and fell into a space without up, down, left or right.
The flood of Wangchuan River rushed in. Fortunately, those who could enter the illusion were all monks who had received the "orthodox" education of Xuanmen. They basically knew the method of returning to life, otherwise they would not dare to rashly leave their souls. Except for the monks from the government, those who dared to spy on the illusion were not ordinary people.
Everyone silently recited their own spells at the same time, transforming into a beam of light and returning to reality.
Qiong Yu, the "culprit" of all this, waved her hand, and an illusory figure appeared in front of her.
There was no face or form, only a vague human-shaped corridor, which exuded a dark and opaque color. If you use the Dharma Eye to look inside, you will feel dizzy and your eyes will swell, as if you saw thousands of silk threads flashing through your eyes in an instant.
It was a flood of countless information and laws that ordinary people could not understand.
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