Spiritual energy is the foundation. The White Lotus Riot, the Blood Red Thyroid Disease, and the rest of the numerous terrorist attacks were all extensions of the Spiritual Vein War. Although the upper limit was only the Foundation Establishment Stage, there were still countless cultivators who faced the army fearlessly and used all means to seize the Spiritual Veins.
Monks have never been a group that easily yields.
"You are an immortal. As the strongest person, if you don't take action, then it's fine. But if you do take action, you must strike with one blow to decide the outcome."
Prime Minister Pan Jun did not think that the immortal's intervention would make things perfect. On the contrary, he felt that the other party's reputation would become an obstacle. It might sound a bit harsh, but he had to take this opportunity to remove all the mines of the public version of the practice method.
"Some sects cooperate with the government, some have nothing to do with it, and some protest. Not all cultivators kill people for profit. There are also people like you who care about mortals. I hope there are more people like this in Shenzhou. It's better to have more friends than more enemies."
"And you can use me as a touchstone after I fail."
This is the second reason why Prime Minister Pan Jun does not want the immortal to appear at this time. The other party has become an invisible barrier for the people of Shenzhou, and he does not want the other party to lose his unparalleled reputation. It may be irresponsible to entrust hundreds of millions of people in Shenzhou to one person, but this is the best way at present.
Li Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "You can be a little more vulgar. There's no need to take everything on yourself. Can your shoulders bear it?"
He saw similar figures in this prime minister, Yun Shu, He Kun, and Jian Zong. These people all had a bad habit, which was that they always wanted to carry weights that were not in line with their abilities, and were finally crushed to pieces.
This is a "cancer" with no cure.
"There has to be someone extraordinary." Prime Minister Pan Jun lowered his head slightly. His phone rang again. The word "daughter" flashed on the cracked screen. This time he turned off his phone.
He clenched his fists, and his body weighing over 100 pounds seemed to bear the weight of the entire Chinese nation.
"Looking at the history of the cultivation world, mortals are as weak as floating in the ocean. I don't know how long mortal government like mine can last? I don't know how long the rule of law society can last? I don't know if my next generation or the next generation will shout out the law of the jungle."
The three unclear sentences express the hesitation about the future and the helplessness after watching the history of the cultivation world.
"Governments, noble families, high-ranking officials and the like don't care about this because they firmly believe that they are the ones who are being worshipped."
Mr. Pan was born in the most prosperous era of China and was active in the most turbulent era of China. He learned to fight against feudal lords and feudalism, and he witnessed mortals bowing and begging for mercy to practitioners. In front of him was a turbulent world, behind him was a peaceful society, and he was the rotten wood in the middle.
"Before I was a prime minister, before I was a regional leader, I was still a father and a grandfather. I don't want my daughter to tell my grandson many years later, 'Child, you can't practice, you are a waste, you need to kneel down.'"
He was different from others. He never wanted to gain anything from Li Yi or use him to achieve some goal.
He loved this land, that's all.
"My humble body will eventually be buried in the ground, but the people of China will always stand on this land."
Li Yi looked at him deeply, then patted his shoulders three times, neither too hard nor too slow.
He said with such certainty:
"This is extraordinary. You are a powerful and mighty man, Mr. Pan."
The Taoist walked away slowly with his hands behind his back. The wall and the formation were useless to him. He just disappeared into the gradually resurrecting city in the morning light.
Then a voice came like the wind.
"And those are the mortals."
Li Yi was still thinking about how to solve this matter, or let Xiao Qi handle it. After all, he is just one person, and now is a peaceful era. He can't just kill them over and over again like he did when he was a sword master. And in the final analysis, this is a matter for the government and the whole society. Only the few causes and effects belong to him.
He can handle or ignore the roundabout frame-up. If the government uses this to make him take action, he might even criticize the government if he is not happy.
Mediocre people regard Li Yi as a machine that obeys the law of cause and effect, and believe that as long as there is cause and effect, he will rush out to kill people. Perhaps it is the impression given to people by "The Great Thunder Sound Book" and "The Mysterious Book" that they think he is perfect and a great saint, and vice versa, they always pin their hopes on themselves to save the suffering.
That’s why Li Yi said that they are not like himself, and those autobiographies are not like himself.
There are trillions of people in this world, and millions of them die every day. If there is a car accident on the road, he will help to lift a hand, and if he sees an old man fall, he will help him. If the person is too far away, he can't reach him and will not take the initiative to run over to help.
So Li Yi doesn't have their bad habits and he never takes on things that he cannot handle.
As for cause and effect, if he wants to kill someone today, he won't live to see tomorrow. If he doesn't want to kill today, no one can force him. He can even ignore cause and effect.
Ordinary people fear the consequences, and those who talk about cause and effect are just vulgar people. Because they cannot bear the consequences, but Li Yi can bear all the causes and effects, so he acts according to his own preferences.
And now it is just proving the saying that the world belongs to everyone, and when people need heroes, there will always be people who will step forward regardless of their own safety, instead of just thinking about themselves and pinning their hopes on themselves.
The common people know how to be self-reliant, but some people just cry out for food.
Li Yi sat at a roadside stall and shouted to the boss, "Boss, why aren't the rice rolls ready yet?"
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