"Around 1500, most people entered the cave heaven, and the human race only kept a small part of the city outside. The rest were rented to several large tribes in the ancient sacred mountain in exchange for various spiritual medicines. It's funny to say that those people covered with fur and scales also started to learn to wear clothes after they got our city."
Feeling offended, Shuiming Yuanjun retorted, "Who wants to sleep in a shit hole when they can sleep in a golden nest? It's just that the requirements of monsters in this regard are very low, but if they can enjoy it, they will not refuse it. You humans didn't live so well from the beginning."
"Let's not argue about this issue for now." Qing Xuan interrupted the two people's argument, then looked at Shui Ming Yuan Jun and said, "What do you think about the immortals a thousand years later? I want to hear your opinion."
The rabbit died, and although Zhu Xue was still around, she was no match for them. Not to mention that the rabbit had been with the immortal for 2,000 years, and the affection between them was immeasurable.
When someone you know well dies, the pain is lasting.
When discussing this issue, Shui Ming Yuan Jun's face suddenly became much more serious, and he said: "The efficiency of the immortals in handling affairs is getting higher and higher. All affairs of the year can be handled in one day. And the immortals are also constantly expanding the scope of their power and the scope of their jurisdiction."
"For example, originally only death penalty and prison sentences of more than 10 years required the approval of the immortals. Later, all crimes, no matter how big or small, would be sent to the immortal palace."
Having said this, Shui Ming Yuan Jun thought for a long time before speaking cautiously:
"The immortals are like the way of heaven, omnipresent and omnipotent."
This is the source of his fear, the fear born of an unknown and perfect existence.
As a ruler, the immortal is so perfect that it is frightening.
Are all crimes and punishments under the jurisdiction of immortals?
Qingxuan was a man with experience in governing the world, but his scalp went numb when he heard these words.
There are 6 regions in China, and Zhoudi alone has 1 million criminal cases every year. Looking at the entire China, there are at least 5 million. If all these things need to be reviewed by one person, even if there is no investigation, the workload is inhumane.
It’s hard to imagine how the immortal could handle it.
"Are you serious?" Qing Xuan asked, "All crimes need to be handled by the Immortal."
"Absolutely."
"Then what are you good-for-nothings for?"
Qingxuan cursed loudly, "Don't you know that the Immortal Master hates working? You really treat yourself like a child."
He admitted that he couldn't help it. The people in this Immortal Palace era were really useless. How could so many cultivators, so many people, live entirely for the Immortal?
Judging from the situation, the immortal may turn back into Tai Shang Wang Qing.
Qingxuan still cannot forget the first time he met Li Changsheng. He was cold and holy, standing in the mud and making the bright moon fall. That was the ultimate of Taoism.
The more I think about the other person's every move, the more terrifying it becomes.
If I were to describe him, I would use two words: Heaven's Way.
Originally, the death of the rabbit had made Qingxuan worried that the Immortal Master would regain his Dao, but he didn't expect that these idiots in the Immortal Palace would let the Immortal Master take care of most of the things.
It's not that I don't believe in the immortal's ability, but this also means that the immortal has no time of his own, can't travel around the human world again, and can't continue to meet people who are worth getting close to.
Qingxuan still remembers what the immortal once said, the word love lies in meeting, sometimes you meet someone on the road who can make you smile knowingly. Even if you never meet again in the future, this is enough.
The immortal became a high and mighty immortal, the king and father of all human beings in the world.
If you stand too high, no one will be able to approach you.
Isn’t this a different kind of heaven?
"But this is something the immortal himself wants to take care of, and there's nothing we can do about it." Shui Ming Yuanjun said somewhat aggrievedly.
"No one in the Immortal Palace can disobey the Immortal. In the past, we could ask Taiyin Xingjun for help. We also tried to persuade him, but not only did it fail, we were also scolded by the madman Feixing."
This misdirection made Fei Xing feel Qing Xuan's unfriendly gaze. He explained calmly, "Senior, please don't listen to this fox's nonsense. I absolutely support the immortal not to overwork, but I will not disobey the immortal's orders."
"I scolded them for other reasons. If everyone is not tainted by mud, if the world's crimes are not caused by powerful people, if fairness does not need the power of immortals as a guarantee, then the world will be ours."
Qingxuan's unfriendly look faded, and he asked, "How corrupt is the Immortal Palace?"
"No." Master Feixing shook his head and said, "At least those who can enter the White Jade Palace may be corrupt, but they will never harm the people and the Immortal Palace. Just like what the Star Lord once said, nine out of ten are taken by the public and one out of ten is taken by private."
"But people change, and some people's morals have a shelf life. Immortals have seen too many, too many, so they should take care of them more and let them die less."
Master Feixing glanced at Shuiming Yuanjun next to him. Now she was even more charming than in her previous life. She had completely turned into a daughter, and there was no sense of incongruity from inside to outside.
With delicate features and a graceful figure, he is a person with perfect skin and bones.
But he only saw the fear in the other person's heart, a fear of the White Jade Palace and of the immortals.
"You are afraid of the immortals. Senior Qingxuan, you are also afraid of the immortals on the high platform. Everyone pursues the supreme forgetfulness of emotions, but they are also afraid of ruthlessness."
Shuiming Yuanjun slightly turned his eyes away, but Qingxuan could not deny it and said, "The Immortal is not a tool, and he hates this kind of life. Since he is a subject, he should be allowed to relax instead of relying on him blindly."
"I never think that immortals are tools. You treat me as a madman and blame the changes in the immortals on the Shipping Department. This is because you don't understand the immortals' minds." Master Feixing shook his head.
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