As soon as the people of the special investigation team got off the plane, they were immediately picked up by the company's vehicle, and Zhao Si did not avoid suspicion and ran directly to Lu Haochu's car to inquire about intelligence.

"Lao Lu, now it's going viral on the Internet, there is a problem with Changchun Gong, what's going on?"

Although he has been in the system for more than a year, his connections are still too narrow, and he is not as narrow as Lu Haochu, who has been deeply cultivated for many years.

"I don't know much about this, it's similar to what you see in the mission intelligence. There is no problem with Changchun Gong, it is someone who wants him to have a problem. Lu Haochu replied,

"As early as after the college entrance examination, well-informed people have discussed this issue, what if someone has a problem practicing Changchun Gong? There is no theoretical basis for the exercises, like the food inspection report, and once someone has a problem with the exercises, the result will inevitably be rumors. ”

"Now the credibility of the government can still be suppressed, but what if people die more and more? Credibility is not worth mentioning in the face of human life, let alone rumors. ”

In Lu Haochu's opinion, this matter is not dangerous, but it is very tricky. It is inevitable that the promotion of the public version of the practice will be hindered, and no matter what means the government takes, as long as it cannot protect the people, it will be useless, and once the panic reaches a certain level, it may stop the promotion.

Public opinion is an invincible sword, and no one can stop it if it is used well.

"Changchun Gong was created by Brother Yi, can't he be trusted in the name of a living immortal?" Zhao Si said, "The entire cultivation world is using Changchun Gong, and the people are not fools, they must be able to distinguish between right and wrong, and it is just enough to say that someone wants to frame them." ”

Zhao Si had three doubts about this mission, one was that it was understandable that non-official monks such as the Scattered Cultivation Sect resisted or even rebelled against the public version of the cultivation method, but why did they come up and directly attack the Zhongshu Mansion, which was the core of power in the entire Zhou Land. Isn't this directly stepping on the face of the temple and on the faces of those Shangshu?

Second, why can't we just make the reason public, anyway, there is no need to hide the matter of cultivation.

Third, the contradictions intensified too quickly, from the beginning of the dead people to today's army surrounding the sect in just three days.

Zhao Si wondered if the government had long wanted to use knives against those sects, so he took the opportunity to immediately let the army carry guns into battle. But if you do this, why do you have to set up an investigation team, and you don't do it when the knife is on someone's neck.

Lu Haochu slowed down slightly, looked at Zhao Si in the rearview mirror, and said: "So you are not the person in power, the person in power is never reasonable, but protects the people's hearts." For example, if your child learns Changchun Gong in school, and it is rumored that people are dying everywhere, will you still let him learn it? ”

Zhao Si was silent for a moment and shook his head, and said, "If you don't learn, you won't die." ”

He suddenly realized that there was really no solution, if it was a small number of people, they could also set up various training bases and let special personnel take care of them. This will greatly reassure people's minds and greatly increase the risk of the perpetrators being exposed.

But Changchun Gong is open to the whole society. How can there be so many people to take care of them?

"Hahaha, that's it." Lu Haochu said with a smile, "If you don't practice, you won't die, and Changchun Gong is the most orthodox Xuanmen Gong." They are particular about walking, sitting, standing, eating, sleeping, and even those who have the conditions can apply herbs externally and internally, and it will take at least a few years for ordinary people to practice a famous hall. ”

Cultivation is never about sitting on the ground and closing your eyes to practice qi, and besides, there is also a point of concentration, and the slightest carelessness of luck will hurt the fundamentals. The public version of the practice method is to refine qi in form, which is equivalent to an upgraded version of Taijiquan.

The most lethal thing is that the effect is slow, and it can't make people feel that their bodies have endless strength as soon as they get started. For many people, practicing is the same as not practicing, and there is no need to risk their lives at all.

"So some people say that the public version of the practice method can't be pushed back, and there is a high probability that it will be withdrawn in the end. Keep it on the Internet and let the person who wants to practice continue to practice, if the person doesn't speak. ”

Lu Haochu's last sentence is the most important thing, if the creator of the public version of the cultivation method did not speak, then the temple is likely to protect the people's hearts first.

Suddenly, he asked again, "Why did Zhao Si let you come?" ”

"I'm also a foundation building monk anyway, why can't I come if I still have the sense of heaven and man?"

As soon as Zhao Si finished speaking, his expression paused, and his eyes were slightly gloomy, as if he was thinking about something.

He is now the focus of the monk class, unless it is impossible to let him go into battle, where is the reason to let students go to the battlefield? Is the situation really getting to this point?

Lu Haochu didn't look back, and continued to ask, "Who transferred you out?" ”

"Zhongshufu."

"Where's the corporate headquarters?"

"The monks' class is under the control of the government, and it is ordered by the temple himself."

After a few words, the two didn't say much, and quietly waited for the vehicle to arrive at its destination.

Zhao Si and other members of the mobile investigation team came to the deceased's home, and in order to facilitate the investigation, the deceased's body remained in the room and sat in front of the computer desk.

The corpse was frozen by some kind of spell, and it was covered in hoarfrost.

Everyone walked around for a long time, not letting go of any detail, and their divine sense swept every part of the room inch by inch. And Zhao Si watched the live video of the deceased's promotion over and over again, as if he really suddenly went mad and died.

"It's too deliberate, how can you kill directly if you go crazy?" Zhao Si commented truthfully.

It's a pity that his discovery is no longer a discovery, and I don't know how many people who have participated in the investigation of this case have said this. As long as you know a little bit of common sense in cultivation, you know that it is very serious to go mad, but it has not reached the point of killing you immediately if you touch the slightest point.

There must be an external force involved, and it is the duty of the investigation team to find out.

After searching for an hour to no avail, Lu Haochu, who was watching them from the side, had a slight squint in his eyes, and there was no surprise.

He said secretly: What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of this temple? Transferring such a group of people is not the power of the Jindan period, and it is not how to investigate for interrogation.

After Zhao Si and the others found nothing, they left the scene of the crime and just walked downstairs in the community, when they saw an old couple over half a hundred years old kneeling there, crying and holding a black and white photo of the deceased in their hands.

"My son! A living life, just gone, the Changchun Gong! ”

The cry of tragedy resounded for kilometers around, and countless people gathered around to discuss, among them Fan Fan held his mobile phone to take pictures.

Zhao Si's footsteps paused slightly, and then continued to walk forward.

Lu Haochu walked beside him and said in a voice that was neither high nor low: "This is the parents of the deceased, farmers who have been buried in the fields all their lives, and they somehow got the news of the deceased's death. We asked them and they said they suddenly wanted to come and see their son. ”

The news of the deaths of all the dead in the intelligence is controlled to a certain range, and although it has been spread on a small scale on the Internet, less than 5% of people know about it overall, and the farmers in the countryside are obviously not this 5%.

"Have you verified the authenticity?" Zhao Si asked.

"It's all true, it's just that we suspect that someone has used a spell to give them some kind of psychological hint." Lu Haochu's head shook imperceptibly from side to side, the afterglow of the corner of his eyes swept around, and then he lowered his voice and continued: "I arrested them before, so as not to expand the influence, but I was asked to release them from inside the door. ”

“.” Zhao Si's eyes widened slightly, and he also lowered his voice: "Is it too late for me to run now?" ”

First the sect, then the government, and then the Shangqing Palace.

The sect intended to prevent the public version of the practice of the law, attacked the Zhongshu Mansion, and then the army surrounded the mountain and sealed the temple. Such a situation should not be based on suppressing the influence, why did the Shangqing Palace let Lu Haochu release him? What is this operation?

Could it be that the Shangqing Palace wants to oppose Brother Yi?

He felt like he was standing on a frozen river in winter, afraid that the ice under his feet would collapse and swallow him up with every step.

"Yes, take me with you, now we have a fight here." Lu Haochu said with a solemn face, "Later, if I lose to you, just say that I hooked up with your fiancée, and I want to arrest me and go to Tiandu to let your brother Yi comment." ”

"Damn, you kid ruined my reputation, didn't you?"

"Fame is small, but life is big."

"Don't be afraid, Lao Lu, I'll protect you."

The two of them talked to each other, Lu Haochu was serious, and Zhao Si had no intention of leaving although he was afraid.

There is an immortal behind him, no matter how big the matter is, he can save his life, what is there to be afraid of?

——

After another three days, the confrontation between the army and the sect maintained a delicate balance. The army surrounded but did not fight, and the sect did not make much resistance from beginning to end.

The news of the encirclement of the mountain and the closure of the temple has already reached the people, and it is impossible to hide the movements of the armies from the outside world. Moreover, the place where some sects stand is originally famous mountains and rivers, and the reason for this is that they have aura and eyes.

Although it is unable to produce spirit stones, the concentration of spiritual energy is higher than that of the outside world.

This is all the price that Zhou Di gave in order to get the help of the sect back then, if it weren't for the existence of the Shangqing Palace, I'm afraid that Zhou Di would be like Zhao Di Most of the spiritual eyes are in the hands of the sect. And the spiritual veins that can produce spirit stones are the red line of the government, and the people of the year had the foresight to keep this red line.

Dateng Mountain, one of the great mountains of Qingzhou, is trending from northeast to southwest, with a length of about 110 kilometers and a width of 45 kilometers.

The mountain is tall and majestic, surrounded by white clouds from a distance, and the white smoke climbs up the mountain like waves in the early morning.

There are several scattered Taoist temples on the mountain peak, and a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe gathers in groups of three or five, looking up at the sky from time to time, with a trace of fear and uneasiness in their eyes.

From time to time, fighter jets flew over the sky, making bursts of sonic booms. And the artillery of a unit stationed in Heidongdong under the mountain has long been aimed here.

They were surrounded by troops, it is not known for what reason. Even when the relationship between the White Lotus Riot and the monks was at its most tense, there was no army to surround it.

The main peak is the Templar Mountain, a large temple that has only been built in recent years.

A Xuantian Daoist sat cross-legged on a futon, and wisps of sound came into his ears from the void. It was the means of communication with the other Jindan monks, endless quarrels and irritability, all questioning each other.

"Zhongshufu is attacked, are they slashing themselves, or are we fools?"

Those mortals deceived people too much, and simply reversed them. Wherever you go, it's all about practice, and the old man is not so angry! ”

Don't be rash, the government doesn't necessarily want to kill us, otherwise the army would have been fought a long time ago. They may just want to lower their stacks and lower our demands. ”

"Rebellion and other appeasements, but some people don't want us to recruit peace."

We killed people, we burned the printing house, and we did the attack on Zhongshufu."

In the end, it was all blamed on one sentence, and they were tricked.

The implementation of Changchun Gong cannot be framed, they only need to kill some public figures who practice Changchun Gong in the eyes of the common people, so that they can achieve their goal.

The appeal of the Xuantian Dao people and others was to want the government to protect their cultivation needs, and as for how to protect it, they prepared two paths for the government. One is to give them spiritual veins that can produce spirit stones, so that they can help implement the public version of the cultivation method.

The second way is to directly interrupt the promotion of the public version of the practice, at least to minimize the influence.

Originally, everyone's plan was to slowly put pressure on the government, and when enough people died, the pressure on the government would gradually increase as the influence increased. In the end, no matter what, their goal will be achieved, even if they tear their faces, it is better than sitting and watching the government completely control the aura.

They have all lived for hundreds of thousands of years, not to mention that everyone is wise and close to demons, but at least they have seen the world. There are no stupid people in the power of cultivation, because the stupid ones are dead.

The reason why they are forced to go only two ways is not because they can't think of another way, but because there are only two ways in the current situation. The ability of Changchun Gong to defy the heavens is beyond everyone's imagination, and a practice that can be practiced by mortals is simply incredible.

The trick of murder sounds simple but is the most straightforward, and the plan does not need to be too complicated, but whether it can achieve the goal.

However, everything did not go well, and I thought that as soon as they handed the knife forward, they would be able to reach the heart of the government. Unexpectedly, the other hand was inserted horizontally, which directly made them take an extra step forward and stabbed the knife in.

"Head, the government has come to ask to see you."

Outside the door, a disciple bowed his head and said.

Xuantian Daoist sighed slowly and said, "Fight or fight, we have to fight, we have practiced so far, and we are not afraid of death." ”

His voice was broken through some kind of method, and the void reached the ears of the cultivators scattered all over the Divine Prefecture. Some people sit alone in the deep mountains and old forests, some people hide in the urban area, some people walk in the fields, and even some lie in the ancient tombs.

No matter what kind of person needs Reiki, they don't want it to drop drastically. The government has the interests of the government, and they have their own interests.

The Xuantian Daoist disconnected the transmission, got up and walked out of the door. In a few steps, I came to the bottom of the mountain and met Lu Haochu, the commander-in-chief of the Qingzhou Company, the representative of the government, and an elder Jindan of the Shangqing Palace.

The two sides exchanged a few pleasantries.

Lu Haochu said: "Xuantian senior, we have been ordered to investigate the murderer who recently attacked the people who practiced Changchun Gong, and I hope that the seniors will cooperate with the investigation." ”

"Why did you find the murderer here?" Xuantian Daoist asked quietly, and there was a calmness in his words. "It's normal for the method of cultivation to go mad, and mortals shouldn't be exposed to cultivation in the first place."

"The deceased is practicing Changchun Gong, and there will be no problem." Lu Haochu replied with a smile, this sentence is the tone set for them by the above, and it is also a red line.

Changchun Gong will not have a problem.

"It is not an ordinary monk to be able to silently bleed the seven orifices. Xuantian senior, with all due respect, you have a certain ability to commit crimes."

As he spoke, Lu Haochu was observing the other party's expression, but what was surprising was that there was no anger on the face of this Jindan monk.

It seems that the mighty monk doesn't always hold a shelf, but he has already given himself a big mouth as usual.

Xuantian Daoist said: "The government wants to search for the soul of the poor Dao? ”

There weren't too many ups and downs in the voice, but this simple sentence made the atmosphere rise sharply.

In the end, it was Lu Haochu who opened his mouth and said: "Without a certificate and no evidence, the government will not search people's souls." I just want to ask the Taoist chief, do you know how to make people bleed to death in the seven orifices? ”

"I don't know."

Xuantian Daoist waved his sleeves and left, and the first negotiation broke up unhappily.

——

After another three days, 30 more people died as a result of practicing Changchun Gong. The number of people spread across the country is not very large, and it is not even compared to the number of people who do not report missing.

The situation did not get out of control as before, and public opinion was completely suppressed.

The government negotiated with the sect again, not about this incident, but about a change of tone. wants to hire the other party with a high salary, and let the sect enter the school to teach students to practice Changchun Gong.

Some Jindan monks even received a huge salary of 10 kilograms of spirit stones per month, which was equivalent to 8 million if they were exchanged for money by the company. But in the end, it was not negotiated, because some of the Jindan monks wanted a small spiritual vein.

After all, the spirit stone is controlled by others, and it is not stable. But the spiritual vein is the red line of the government, and in the end, the two parties can only break up unhappily.

Three days later, there were casualties again, this time no more deaths, but injuries.

A total of hundreds of people were admitted to the hospital because of the practice of Changchun Gong, and the voices of the living are always louder than the dead, and the problem of Changchun Gong began to attract social attention. In the following three days, some people were injured in practice, and the murderer's methods were much more merciful, but the impact was not weaker than before.

Some people's goals were achieved, and the promotion of Changchun Gong in the temple was hindered, but the scholars were not angry about it. On the contrary, many remain optimistic because they have mastered the rhythm of talking to each other.

Everything is easy to say about the undead, and those people apparently received the meaning.

Inside the Prime Minister's office.

The assistant said happily: "Prime Minister, Daxi, no one is dead." It seems that the monks have received our signal and have the possibility of talking. ”

"Talk? Hehe. Prime Minister Pan Jun shook his head with a smile, "In the end, it is impossible to talk, and the army will start in three days." What they want is a spiritual vein, and this is our red line that we can't give them. ”

"It's just that we want them not to cross the red line, and they want us to step aside. In the end, they will only end up drawing their swords and facing each other, and there is no room for maneuver. Fortunately, we have the town level, and they will solve everything. ”

Hearing the last sentence, the assistant immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I almost forgot that we still have the town and country level here." ”

"But I don't want them to do it."

Prime Minister Pan Jun's slightly narrowed eyes revealed a strange brilliance, and he said with a smile: "Xiaohua, you have to remember that anyone in this world has a price, and the town level is waiting for us to beg them now." And there is one person who has no price, and that is the immortals. ”

"The law of heaven and earth, like the sun and the moon, distinguishes the stars, and obeys the yin and yang, and the four seasons are for the sages and the immortals."

He flipped through the Tongxuan book on the table, and his fingers fell on a short line of words.

[Immortals like peace but not power, disgusted with their power and give the Qing, so they enjoy peace with the people]

Everyone in the world thinks that the rest of the immortals have a close relationship with each other, and they are naturally an alliance and a faction.

But Prime Minister Pan Jun doesn't think so, the immortals are not from the Zhenguo-level faction, but the Zhenguo-level is half of his vassals.

In the mahjong parlor in the old neighborhood, Li Yi sat on a bench with short-sleeved flip-flops, surrounded by a large circle of middle-aged and elderly people. Everyone was watching him play mahjong, trying to learn some skills.

And Li Yi is holding a leek roll powder in a plastic bag in his right hand, playing mahjong with his left hand, and he is uncomfortable playing while eating.

"Hu, senior happy, give money and give money."

The three old men who were opponents widened their eyes, and their old eyes were red, and they had already lost hundreds of dollars in total. But he can't win the kid in front of him, and it's impossible for him to come out under so many onlookers, is he really the god of gambling?

"The police are coming!"

I don't know who shouted this voice, and there was a big mess in the mahjong hall. Everyone hurriedly put away the money on the table, and a large group of people gathered around Li Yi also dispersed.

It only took a few seconds for the mahjong hall to become peaceful, and everyone played their own tables without any money. Then a few policemen walked in slowly and made a routine round.

An old policeman patted Li Yi on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Li Gambler, how much did you win today?" ”

Li Yi replied without changing his face: "Officer, how can I gamble if I am a good citizen, you ask other people to have fun with me." ”

Several other people nodded in the face of the police's gaze, and the doorman in the old community lost the most, nodding and staring at Li Yi with red eyes, showing a red eye.

He lost a full 50 bucks! Almost half of it was he who lost.

"It just so happened that I had something to do and left first."

Li Yi suddenly broke free from the policeman's hand like a loach, and ran out of the mahjong parlor in the blink of an eye. Although I was wearing flip-flops, I ran like I was flying, and I couldn't see anyone in the blink of an eye.

Of course, he didn't run away because he was hiding from the police, he just wanted to take the opportunity to win money and run.

(End of chapter)