The significance of Chao Qingqiu in the world is incomparable to no one, even if there are many people who don't like him, but the meaning of this sword immortal to the world is still so unique.

Ye Sheng looked at the river, as if he was looking at a river of time, looking very solemn and solemn, "The world is like this, it can't be reversed, we can only continue to follow this river, but what we can become in the end has long been out of our control." ”

Ye Sheng's words are not superficial, but Master Zhou is the first person in Confucianism, and he is not a stupid person, so he can naturally clearly understand the meaning of this, he then said: "The world is unchanged, which is the fundamental reason why people feel tired. ”

Ye Sheng sneered: "If he doesn't leave, we will all be sent away." ”

There is no problem with this sentence, if the world is like this, and the Qingqiu does not leave, it will naturally be the three religions that will suffer.

Master Zhou suddenly sighed: "I suddenly envy those monks in the Buddha land, no matter what the general trend of the mountains and rivers is, they can't fall into the situation that worries them, they recite the scriptures with peace of mind, and live much more comfortably than us." ”

Ye Sheng listened to Master Zhou talk about the Buddha land, did not answer, just looked at the river, without saying a word, he, the Taoist sect leader, has a lot of things to think about every day, in addition to practice, how to continue the glory of the Daomen, how to consolidate the status of the Daomen in the mountains and rivers, for the Buddha land that can only be said to be a corner of the peace, Ye Sheng does not pay much attention.

Ye Sheng stared at Jiang Shui for a while, and then left the building by himself, and met Master Zhou, just to talk about Liang Yi's matter, now that the matter is over, there is naturally no need to stay any longer, this Taoist sect leader, naturally has to do something else.

Master Zhou was unmoved, looking at the rushing river, he smiled, and suddenly fell to the bank of the river.

At this time, it is the flood season, and many places on both sides of the river bank have been flooded, but fortunately, the people living on both sides of the river have long known and are familiar with it, and have not planted crops on both sides, which also reduces a lot of losses.

Zhou Fuzi walked downstream along the riverbank, there is a long section of the riverbank, because the terrain is low, so many farmland there that has not been affected in previous years has suffered this year.

Many farmlands were flooded by the river, and many crops were lost with it.

But the biggest loss is not these, but the river does not stop, and it continues to spread into the distance, which will wash away the village, and on the hills in the distance, you can see many people walking towards the mountains, carrying a lot of things, and their faces are very ugly.

The sadness is written on the face, and it cannot be concealed.

Master Zhou stood in the distance, looking at these people with a calm expression.

He found that these displaced people were women, children, old and young, but the real young and strong men were all behind, carrying hoes and digging ravines, hoping to divert the river water as soon as possible.

Anyway, I don't want my home to be flooded.

Master Zhou has no compassion, in this world, there are too many things happening every day, among these things, there are many things he knows, and there are many things he doesn't know, he knows, and naturally there are many things that can help, but what he doesn't know, but there are also many things that can't help, why don't saints walk in the world?

Of course, because there are too many things in the world, it is impossible for every saint to decide, and not every thing can be intervened by a saint.

Therefore, if you don't do it, you don't do it, and that's justice.

Zhou Fuzi knows this very well, so he can only watch, if he reaches out to do something, and if he lets people know that he did it, the people will be grateful to Dade for sure, but once this matter spreads, then if there are similar things happening in the future, but Zhou Fuzi did not make a move, it will make people resentful, and over time, there will be many fewer people in the world who believe in him.

Today's saints are revered by the world, not for anything else, but for realm and knowledge.

Of course more is better, but risking less to try, it's not good.

Master Zhou shook his head and no longer looked at this scene, the suffering of the world, whether you know it or not, there is no problem.

He continued to walk downstream of the river, and soon saw a group of officials dressed in government clothes carrying truckloads of grain to that side, and it seemed that this was to help the victims.

The officials who escorted the grain had a bad mood on their faces and were a little bored, but the one who took the lead was full of worry, as if he was full of concern for the victims.

Zhou Fuzi looked at the official, and then soon heard a commotion in the distance, on both sides of the road, ran out a lot of masked grass cowards, looking at the food that came for those grains, those grass cowards with knives, and soon fought with the officials, in addition to the sound of water in the distance, you can also hear many sounds of falling.

When a heavy object falls to the ground, that's the passage of life.

Are the victims suffering?

The loss of their homes, the displacement, and the possibility of starvation to death are already extremely miserable things, and if they are not bitter, I am afraid that there is no humanity anymore.

Is the grass bitter?

The grass robbers haven't eaten for a few days, if they don't eat anything again, then they will leave this world, they don't do much evil on weekdays, they rob property and never kill people, but now, they are so hungry that no one can stand it.

So things are not clear.

Master Zhou watched this human farce.

After a long, long time, the farce came to an end.

The grass cowards who were already hungry, no matter how bold they were, no matter how fierce they were not afraid of death, but they were always the opponents of those officials, who were trained and never starved, so they finally had the last laugh.