Li Yi looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. He recognized him as the current prime minister.
He said bluntly: "You really don't look good. You rode this bicycle all the way and no one recognized you."
Prime Minister Pan Jun did not deny being recognized. The strength of the person in front of you was probably known even after he left the Zhongshu Mansion, or even when he was mentioned last night.
He smiled, his voice gentle and deep, not at all like a prime minister who only had one land.
"It's just a black hat and a carriage. Without those things, I'm just an ordinary citizen. If I cut myself open, blood will flow. Ancient meanings cannot be interpreted today. The prime minister is not a great man. The princes and scholars have all fallen into the East China Sea."
"Were the princes killed back then tore through the East China Sea?" Li Yi asked.
Prime Minister Pan Jun shook his head and said, "Not all of them. It's just that the last batch of princes and royal families wanted to go to Luzon on a cruise ship, and then it was sunk directly. It happened more than a hundred years ago. If you are interested, I can get you the historical materials."
"If it's not streamlined, I won't read it because it's too complicated."
Li Yi shook his head and said that when he read history, he was just reading a story. He didn't need to learn from history because his past experiences had already proved himself.
History may not necessarily be longer than his life.
He took another big sip of the oil tea and fried dough twist, and then said, "You didn't come here just to eat a bowl of oil tea and fried dough twist today, did you? Is the head of a place so free?"
"Of course not." Prime Minister Pan Jun sorted out his thoughts and said, "I came here today to seek the immortal's help. The immortal has lived for 2,000 years and has seen more storms than a mortal like me has eaten more meals."
There was a hint of solemnity in his words. The flattery was not flattery, but respect for the elderly. There is a saying in China since ancient times that an old man in a family is like a treasure. Some elderly people often have wisdom accumulated over the years.
In his eyes, the immortal lived for 2000 years. Although he was called an immortal, he was walking in the world of mortals. Those autobiographies of national importance all explained that the immortals' practice was not to meditate, but to go through thousands of worldly experiences.
He was able to maintain peace in the world for a thousand years, a feat far beyond that of anyone else, so how could his wisdom be poor?
He paused for a moment and asked, "Immortal, should all the people of the world die?"
Li Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and answered without hesitation: "He will die."
"In the heavens and the earth, the distinction between the strong and the weak blows into every inch of land like a drizzle. The strong will inevitably plunder the weak, and the people are often the ones being plundered. For the people, they should fight tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves with their bare hands, so it is easy to die."
The former is the law governing the operation of the world, while the latter is the unique spirit of human beings.
Thousands of years have made Li Yi's mind more and more clear. He may not have profound understandings of things, but he can definitely distinguish right from wrong.
The law of the jungle is never wrong, and there is no such thing as a wrong law, but it is wrong for humans. Blindly caring for and pampering the weak violates the law, and over-indulging the strong violates justice. Things that are too absolute are often wrong.
Back to the question of whether all those who serve the people should die, common sense tells us that these people are more likely to die.
"If you want to live, you just need to be stronger than tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves. The books of sages should educate people, not do things. To do things, you still need fists."
Li Yi raised his eyes and looked at the prime minister in front of him who looked like a university professor. He did not look like someone who could fight tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves.
"Fighting with tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves." Prime Minister Pan Jun repeated with a gleam in his eyes.
This happened several times and could not be calmed down for a long time.
Li Yi had already finished his oil-tea fried dough twist, but he did not leave. He waited quietly for the middle-aged man in front of him to tell him the real purpose of his visit.
Help? Apparently not.
"Pan would like to apologize to you first. I'm afraid you will have to clean up the mess after this incident." Prime Minister Pan Jun inexplicably bowed and apologized.
"This spiritual vein of the world will bring me death, and I will fight for the people of the world."
Li Yi said calmly: "Wouldn't it be good to give it to Xiao Qi? He can also give it to the people of the world."
This matter itself is bound to be obstructed by others, and even Li Yi cannot completely avoid being framed. The world is so big, and there are so many people practicing Changchun Gong. How can he protect everyone?
In the end, it was just a matter of settling accounts later, and death was inevitable. So there was no need to rush, he had plenty of time to settle accounts.
In the final analysis, Li Yi only gave out the technique, and the deaths caused by the promotion of the technique had nothing to do with him. The government understood this, the Shangqing Palace understood this, and even the sects might understand this.
If someone dies because of a kitchen knife, the kitchen knife manufacturer cannot be held responsible. Only Li Yi has the power to hold the murderer responsible, and no one else has the power to blame him, so even if his power is left out, it is the same.
Prime Minister Pan Jun said without hesitation: "Master Qingxuan is responsible for the people of the world, but we mortals are not disabled. The path of cultivation for the people should be walked by the people. The blood shed in the past brought prosperity, and now it is just to shed blood again for future generations."
"If a monk is cut open, all that will flow is blood. If you want Shangqing Palace to take power, you can kill me to prevent me from struggling and causing more people to bleed."
Prime Minister Pan Jun stated the final purpose of this trip and asked the young man in front of him about his attitude, as his attitude was of utmost importance.
The current tense situation involves a complex web of forces. There is more than one sect causing trouble. There are independent cultivators, sects with unofficial backgrounds, and sects that cooperate closely with the official authorities.
All the sects of cultivation cannot stand the government further controlling spiritual energy, even if this move is for the benefit of all the people in the world.
Shangqing Palace continued to cooperate with the government and provided due assistance from beginning to end, but it was they who made the situation tense.
He saw clearly that none of the above could make the final decision, and the decision was in the hands of the young man in front of him. What he wanted to bet on was the nature of the immortals, who would not fight for a single benefit, would not take a single share of the world, and no one in the world would dare to compete with them.
Prime Minister Pan Jun had seen many practitioners, including Taoist Qingxuan, who was a great master, but they were still somewhat mortal. Only the young man in front of him could make him feel that this was a fairy.
Li Yi did not answer, but everything was self-evident.
"Goodbye."
Prime Minister Pan Jun put down a few neatly arranged banknotes, then rode away on his bicycle, blending into the crowd without causing any ripples.
Li Yi smiled and said calmly: "He is willing to give up his scholarly air, and still show his heroic spirit."
After saying that, he took out a few slightly wrinkled coins, put his hands behind his back and walked away slowly in flip-flops, also blending into the crowd.
He really didn't care whether Shangqing Palace was still in power or the government was in power. If Xiaoqi couldn't win, it was because he was incompetent, as long as he didn't die, it was fine.
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