They have all lived for hundreds and thousands of years. Not everyone is as wise as a demon, but at least they have seen the world. There are no stupid people among the powerful cultivators, because all the stupid ones are dead.
The reason why they were forced to choose only two options was not because they were too stupid to think of another option, but because the current situation only allowed two options. The power of Changchun Gong was beyond everyone's imagination. It was incredible that a method that could allow mortals to practice was incredible.
Murder and framing someone sounds simple but is the most direct method. The strategy does not need to be too complicated, but what matters is whether it can achieve the goal.
However, things did not go as planned. They thought that if they pushed the knife forward, they would be able to put it against the official's heart. But they did not expect that another hand would come in and directly let them take one more step forward and stab the knife in.
"Master, someone from the government wants to see you."
A disciple outside the door bowed his head and said.
Taoist Xuantian sighed slowly and said, "We still have to fight. We have practiced till now and we are not the ones who are afraid of death."
His voice was broken through some kind of method, and the void was transmitted to the ears of the great practitioners scattered all over Shenzhou. Some sat alone in the mountains and forests, some hid in the city, some walked in the fields, and some even lay in ancient tombs.
No matter who they are, they all need spiritual energy, and no one wants it to drop drastically. The government has its own interests, and they have their own interests.
Taoist Xuantian disconnected the voice transmission, stood up and walked out of the door. In a few steps, he arrived at the foot of the mountain and met the government representative, the general commander of Qingzhou Company, Lu Haochu, and a Jindan elder of Shangqing Palace.
The two sides exchanged a few pleasantries.
Lu Haochu said: "Senior Xuantian, we have been ordered to come here to investigate the murderer who recently attacked the people who practiced Changchun Gong. I hope you can cooperate with the investigation."
"Why did you find the murderer here?" Taoist Xuantian asked calmly, his words were calm. "It is normal for a person to go astray in a cultivation method. Mortals should not be involved in cultivation."
"The deceased practiced Changchun Gong, so there will be no problem." Lu Haochu replied with a smile. This sentence was the tone set by their superiors and also the red line.
There will be no problem with Changchun Gong.
"It is not an ordinary cultivator who can make a person bleed silently from all seven orifices. Senior Xuantian, forgive me for being frank, but you have a certain ability to commit crimes."
While speaking, Lu Haochu was observing the other person's expression, but surprisingly, there was no anger on the face of this Jindan cultivator.
It seems that the powerful monk does not always put on airs. If it were any other time, he would have slapped himself in the face.
Taoist Xuantian said: "The government wants to search my soul?"
There wasn't much ups and downs in the voice, but this simple sentence suddenly made the atmosphere more lively.
In the end, Lu Haochu spoke up to resolve the situation: "Without evidence, the government won't search a person's soul. I just want to ask the Taoist priest, do you know how to make a person die by bleeding from all seven orifices?"
“I don’t know.”
Taoist Xuantian waved his sleeves and left, and the first negotiation ended in a bad mood.
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Three days later, 30 more people died while practicing Changchun Gong. The number of people scattered across the country was not large, and was even less than the number of people reported missing.
The situation did not get out of control like before, and public opinion was completely suppressed.
The government negotiated with the sect again, not about this incident, but to change its tone. It wanted to hire the other party with a high salary to let the sect's casual practitioners enter the school to teach students to practice Changchun Gong.
Some Jindan-stage monks even received a huge salary of 10 kilograms of spiritual stones per month, which is equivalent to 8 million yuan if they were exchanged for money at the company. But in the end, the deal was not reached because some Jindan monks wanted a small spiritual vein.
After all, the Lingshi was controlled by someone and was not safe. But the Lingmai was the government's red line, so in the end, the two parties had to part ways unhappily.
Three days later, casualties occurred again, but this time no one died, just injured.
Hundreds of people were hospitalized for practicing Changchun Gong. The voices of the living were always louder than those of the dead. The issue of Changchun Gong began to attract public attention. Then, every three days, someone would get injured while practicing. The murderer's methods were much more merciful, but the impact was no less than before.
Some people's goals were achieved, and the promotion of Changchun Gong in the temple was hindered, but the ministers were not angry about it. On the contrary, many people remained optimistic because they had mastered the rhythm of talking to each other.
Everything is easy to deal with the undead, and those people obviously got the message.
In the Prime Minister's office.
The assistant said happily: "Prime Minister, great news, no one died. It seems that those monks received our signal, and there is a possibility of reaching an agreement."
"Talk? Haha." Prime Minister Pan Jun laughed and shook his head, "In the end, there will be no agreement. They will launch an attack in three days. What they want is the spiritual vein, and this is our red line. There is no way we can give it to them."
"It's just that we hope they won't cross the red line, and they hope we will give in. In the end, we will just end up drawing swords against each other, with no room for maneuver. Fortunately, we have the national defense level, and they will solve everything."
The assistant heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the last sentence, and said, "I almost forgot that we still have the national defense level."
“But I don’t want them to do anything.”
Prime Minister Pan Jun's narrowed eyes revealed a strange brilliance, and he said with a smile: "Xiaohua, you must remember that anyone in this world has a price to pay for their actions. The state-guarding level is now waiting for us to beg them. But there is one person who has no price, and that is the immortal."
"To follow the laws of heaven and earth, to resemble the sun and the moon, to distinguish the stars, to follow the yin and yang, and to distinguish the four seasons is to be a wise man, and also an immortal."
He flipped over the Tongxuan book on the table and his fingers fell on a short line of words.
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