Inside the house.

The scholars, who had just experienced the bombing attack, always had a little sadness in their eyebrows, they were gorgeously dressed, or they sat upright or crossed their legs, or they drank tea, or rested with their eyes closed, and more often they swallowed clouds and spitted fog.

It was as if smoke could cover their sorrows, and nicotine could paralyze their worries.

The aura filled the room with smoke, and the incense made of spiritual objects quietly penetrated into the nostrils, and the whole body was enjoying a rehabilitation treatment that was far beyond the reach of modern medical treatment.

「. The Medicine King Valley and the Hundred Refining Sect also began to make trouble, and the orders handed over the year before last were only half of the orders handed over this year, whether it was pills or magic weapons, it was not enough. Many of the scattered cultivators who had not come out of their way have begun to jump out, and if they continue like this, there may be chaos."

「. Some people use hard knives, others use soft knives, and they are attacked inside and outside. Either the net will be turned upside down, or the net will be turned upside down, or the trouble will be endless afterwards."

「. They want spiritual veins, and I don't think they can't give them, and it's better to give them spiritual veins than to let them keep making trouble. Give a few small spiritual veins, and the output of Huangpin spiritual veins is only 1,800 catties, which is not enough for a state monk to eat and wear."

「. To give? Give him a spiritual vein today, and who will he give a spiritual vein tomorrow?"

「. The spiritual veins are divided into four grades, the heaven and the earth are yellow, and the yellow is the end. The monthly output of spirit stones is more than 100 catties, which is not enough for the monks of a city. And I have a total of more than 100 such spiritual veins in Da Zhou, which is enough for them to share."

「. An association can be formed to include all the low-grade spirit veins and let them fight for themselves. If something goes wrong in the future, you can let them help, so why not?"

「. Reasonable, reasonable."

Prime Minister Pan Jun didn't smoke like everyone else, and couldn't help but smile a little undetectably as he listened to everyone's discussion.

Constant negotiation engagement is effective, and many things in the world are the result of mutual concessions. Those people stopped killing people and hurt people, and the people here began to regress.

The sect's killing is to open the ceiling, and the army is not to open the ceiling when the army surrounds the mountain and seals the temple.

In fact, the temple will not lose money no matter what, and it is even possible to incorporate these mountain and wild scattered cultivation into the system to balance the increasingly huge power of the Shangqing Palace. Not necessarily for the so-called control of the monks, at least there is a way for the government to follow in some cases, even if it is small and narrow.

People, the most afraid is a road to the dark.

It is said that there are only two roads, one is to seek the national level of the town, so that the Qingxuan Dao people can suppress it. Even if you end up making things bigger, you can ask the town and state level in other regions to come and help. Qi Di is connected to Zhou, and the two places go back and forth in an instant.

But this road will intensify the dependence on the town-state level.

Qing Xuandao people are of noble character and will not harm the country and the people, but it does not mean that the government should honestly hand over power.

Another way to compromise and dissipate cultivation is to set up an association and let them fight for those low-grade spiritual veins on their own. But this is undoubtedly an opening, no less than the privatization of land.

To put it bluntly, he is reluctant to cut his body, who is willing to work hard when he is rich, and the spiritual veins that are finally taken out have to be deducted from the people. Although the spirit stone is not linked to the currency, it has already invisibly occupied an extremely important position in the society, and the drugs on the market that are known as miracle drugs are made of spirit stones.

….

And the money for mining spirit stones is the tax paid by the people, and the people who mine spirit stones are the children of the people.

"No."

Prime Minister Pan Jun's voice was thick and clear, echoing throughout the room, faintly shaking the smoke around.

Everyone looked up at the main seat and looked at the prime minister Pan Jun, who usually spoke little and was extremely good at checking and balancing together. There are many differences in the eyes, and I don't know why the other party suddenly said that.

「.. Prime Minister, it's not a way to go on like this, and one day you won't be able to suppress it. In the case that the immortals do not make a move, compromise is the best policy."

「. If he hadn't asked the immortals to take action, those people would have ruined his reputation."

「. Hehe, it's people's business that they can't make a move. The exercises were originally for people's parents, and we have to come over to promote them, but now if something happens to someone else, isn't this looking for death?"

Everyone persuaded them repeatedly, and even began to discuss whether to let the immortals make a move.

"No." Prime Minister Pan Jun repeated it again, his squinted eyes opened slightly, and his voice was firm and strong:

"The Divine Prefecture belongs to the people, the land belongs to the people, and the spiritual veins belong to the people, who dares to give them to them? Just because they killed hundreds of people, how many people died in the world when they killed the princes, were the ancestors afraid? Ahh

Everyone choked on all kinds of words, and no one dared to answer for a while, and the last sound shook everyone like thunder, and their bodies shook suddenly.

Pan Jun, the prime minister who has been low-key for many years, seems to be reincarnated today, and his gestures are full of sharpness. His voice slowed slightly, and his tone became more and more thick, as low as a lion.

"There are a total of 168 spiritual veins in Zhouxia, with an annual output of more than 20,000 catties of spirit stones, which is enough to train twenty foundation building monks and thousands of qi refining monks. And cultivation can complement oneself, who of the tens of millions of disabled, deaf-mute, and naturally weak people in my big week will take spirit stones to complete themselves for them? The spirit stone consumed by one Pei Yuan Pill is 100 grams, and one of these pills can save lives, and one spirit vein can save 10,000 people a month."

"Not only to promote the method of cultivation, but also to immortalize, and to have someone to help carry the blame, how can there be such a good thing in the world? What are you doing in this position?"

Three questions in succession first asked the foundation of the country, then asked the people of the world, and then asked where the responsibilities were. Everyone was speechless from the initial surprise, and for a while, no one dared to look up at this scheming prime minister.

I don't understand what happened to the prime minister today, it's the first time in the past few years to see this Pan Jun who always has a kind smile.

I have the impression that this prime minister was pushed up by the previous prime minister, and he does not have much foundation and backstage, although he has the position of prime minister, but he does not have the authority of the prime minister. The outside world even jokingly called the bench prime minister, and sat on the bench without saying a word as soon as the meeting began. The greatest achievement is probably that he held back the main battle faction back then, and did not completely turn his face with the reincarnated, but adopted the policy of Huai Rou.

So he has the reputation of the lord of the city, but it is still not majestic enough.

It is not enough to be kind to the leader of a place, especially in these turbulent times, people are more eager for a leader who is as iron-blooded as a flying general.

Prime Minister Pan Jun slowly stood up, like a giant dragon waking up from his sleep. His calloused and wrinkled hands fell suddenly, striking the sandalwood with a thud, unconcerned about the splatters of blood.

….

"I'm outraged that 165 citizens have died and we don't know the killers and we don't dare bring them to justice."

Boom!

In the second fall, the fingers appeared a little red.

"I'm very angry, parents and officials in the world don't dare to fight for the people's education."

Cultivation is like opening up the wisdom of the people, practicing is like learning, and practicing is like emancipating the mind.

The public version of the practice is to make the whole people literate and enlightened, so that knowledge is no longer the prerogative of scholars.

Prime Minister Pan Jun thought so, he raised his right hand high as if in salute, and then slammed it down, and the blue and white porcelain on the table trembled, accompanied by the sound of their violent heartbeat.

"The people of Shenzhou will always enjoy the sacrosanct and inviolable territorial rights of Shenzhou, which our fathers and ancestors fought for back 100 years ago. The people of Shenzhou enjoy the right to use the Divine Spiritual Qi and enjoy the ownership of the Divine Spiritual Vein, which was won by our peers ten years ago."

"Please remember, please remember, we can die, but we cannot surrender. We can give up our interests for the people, but we can't give up our interests because the people are killed. They were murdered, and their murderers must be brought to justice!"

One second, two seconds, three seconds

The room fell silent, except for a single male lion looking around at the crowd with his back straight. As far as Prime Minister Pan Jun could see, no one dared to look at him, they were silent, they were afraid, they were still weighing the pros and cons.

He exhaled slowly, and his voice was no longer as high as before, only calm, unquestionably calm.

"The Ministry of War, order all armies to be put into combat readiness of the first level, all monks to be put into a state of war, and all nuclear warheads to be put into silos. Continue to vigorously promote the public version of the practice

, the implementation of the rehabilitation program for the disabled, the implementation of the Lingshi pill into the medical insurance plan. All the spirit stones promised to them before were canceled and put into people's livelihood and civil use."

Everyone was suddenly shocked, and finally raised their heads, looking at the prime minister with a stunned face.

This is no longer a delaying tactic, but an iron determination to be the enemy of the reincarnated people of the whole world, isn't he afraid of death? Those reincarnated people are not cowardly people, and each of them has a lot of human life on their hands.

And persecuting them will only attract crazy attacks and killings in the end, and none of the prime ministers who advocated for the red line of the spiritual vein survived. That's why they are so jealous, these people are not ordinary people, and they are at the mercy of others.

"Prime Minister, I'm afraid they'll continue to kill people like this." Yang Lichuan, the secretary of the Ministry of War, said. "Pushing them into a hurry is afraid of chaos, with our current strength at the level of monks, even with the cooperation of the Shangqing Palace, it will be difficult to control the situation."

"I'll take all the responsibility." Prime Minister Pan Jun has never been so tough, and he has never been so straight.

"Whoever dies in his realm will be ordered to search for his soul, arrested if he resists the order, and killed if he resists arrest."

"But..."

"I'm the Prime Minister, and this is an order."

The two looked at each other for three seconds, and Yang Lichuan, the secretary of the military department, finally stood upright and straightened his waist and saluted out of his duty as a soldier.

"Yes!"

The military department Shangshu strode out of the conference room, and the rest of the people were blindfolded, as if they had been suddenly attacked before. Everything is moving so fast, everything is beyond everyone's expectations and control.

….

Last time, someone secretly added fuel to the fire, but this time it was the prime minister who picked up the knife without authorization.

The toughness of the attitude, the iron and blood of the words, the understanding of reason and emotion, make it impossible to refute.

"Hubu, how many spirit stones are left in the treasury?"

Prime Minister Pan Jun did not give up, but set his eyes on the Hubu Shangshu, and just one look made him can't help but sit up straight.

Tobe Shangshu replied respectfully, "There are 100,000 catties."

"Invest 60,000 into Jiuding." Prime Minister Pan Jun's light tone seemed to be throwing not a spirit stone but a pile of sand.

All? Hubu Shangshu was stunned, half of the spirit stones were taken out, and the industries related to the spirit stones would be reduced and stopped. I'm afraid that there may be a shortage of spirit stones used to supply the cultivators for cultivation at that time, not to mention those pills in the pharmaceutical industry, which will basically be discontinued.

It's not that tens of thousands of catties of spirit stones are not enough to consume, but as an important strategic-level resource, a certain amount of stock must be left. Just waved his hand and used nearly 2/3, I can't think about it.

His mind suddenly cleared up and listed all the dangers, but was finally interrupted by a sentence from the prime minister.

"Shangshu, these 60,000 spirit stones are for the people. Throw in a little more spirit stones, and maybe one less person will die."

"Yes."

Prime Minister Pan Jun once again named and said, "Officials, close all the monks' training bases, and don't let those children come out and die together. They are the future of my planet, and when I have children there is hope."

"Yes." Lu Xiaonong, the secretary of the ministry, didn't say much, just nodded his hand.

"Ministry of Rites, send the monks to Qidi."

"Yes."

"Ministry of Industry, do a good job of preparing for the evacuation of the masses, preparations for the excavation of earthquake ruins, and preparations for disaster relief."

"Yes."

"The Criminal Department, the powerful monk who has been confirmed to be a major suspect is listed as a wanted criminal, and it will be released to the public immediately."

"Yes."

The one-on-one answer only lasted less than 10 minutes, and the more he got to the back, the more calm the prime minister Pan Jun became, as if he had changed back to the bench prime minister. Not humble or arrogant, no leader's authority, no background, a gentle old uncle.

But he is also the prime minister of Zhoudi.

"Mencius has clouds, the people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light. The temple is just a few offices and a few special telephones. If the temple is gone, it can be built again, and if the people are gone, there will be no more."

Prime Minister Pan Jun sat back in the chair, his voice slowing down

, and changed back to that gentle tone: "After doing this last work, you should leave your duties and go home, you have worked hard for the past few years."

This temple usually needs them to rule over all sides, but now there is no room for people who are reluctant to be cut off. But a desk and a phone, not much more than one of them, no less than one of them.

If you keep it, you can't say that something will happen.

"Yes"

The scholars exited the room one by one, and the light in the corridor outside was obviously not as bright as in the room, and when they turned around, they saw only a thin middle-aged man sitting in the prime minister's position. He is not tall, nor is he majestic, but he is less than 1.7 meters tall and weighs more than 100 catties.

Bell bell bell.

Prime Minister Pan Jun took out a mobile phone with half of the screen cracked, and there was a note of the word "daughter" in it. He hung it up after just one glance, and then sat quietly in his seat, listening to the roar of the sky and watching the rising sun in the east.

….

As the first rays of sunlight shone into the room, he took out a book and flipped through it, a historical document to be published two months later, briefly describing the events of a group of chivalrous men saving the world.

It's called "The Last Sword Sect".

However, he still likes the book because it looks a little sharper.

"Not bad."

A calm and gentle voice came into his ears, and the Taoist stepped into the room through the window in the morning light of dawn, and the top formation that could resist the Jindan period did not react.

The Taoist was dressed in a white robe like a feather, and his body was full of a warm shimmer.

He sat on the other side of the long table, looking at Prime Minister Pan Jun at eye level, with upright facial features, slightly curved eyebrows, and a very light smile, like a young man who was still young in the world.

"The princes are in danger, and they are changed. I don't think there's any need to change it, what do you think? Prime Minister."

The princes are in danger, and they are replaced. The sacrifice is completed, the sheng is clean, and the sacrifice is timely, but the drought and water overflow will change the community.

These are the last two sentences of Mencius's "The people are precious", which means that all those who harm the people can be exchanged.

Li Yi felt that Prime Minister Pan Jun did not endanger the people, and he had a clear conscience about the people, the country, and himself, so there was no need to change.

And why does he feel that he doesn't need to change? Non-force, non-position, just that he has citizenship.

Because he was a citizen of Zhou, he had the right to nominate the prime minister.

Pan Jun's daughter asked him what he was like as an immortal in the world, but he couldn't answer at that time, because he felt that all descriptions were just borrowed from other people's mouths.

And now he thinks he has the answer, the immortal in the world is not like an immortal.

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