"We killed people, we burned down the printing factory, and the attack on Zhongshu Mansion was done by us."

In the end, it all came down to one sentence, and they fell into the trap.

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

The appeal of Taoist Xuantian and others is to ask the government to protect their cultivation needs. As for how to protect it, they have prepared two ways for the government. One is to provide them with spiritual veins that can produce spiritual stones, so that they can help promote public practice.

method.

The second way is to directly interrupt the promotion of the public practice method, or at least reduce the influence to the greatest extent.

The original plan of everyone was to slowly put pressure on the government. When enough people die and their influence becomes greater and greater, the pressure on the government will gradually increase. In the end, their goals will be achieved no matter what, even if they break up, it will be better than sitting still.

It’s good to see the government completely control the spiritual energy.

They have all lived for hundreds of thousands of years. It is not said that everyone is very wise and almost demonic, but at least they have seen the world. There are no stupid people who practice greatness, because the stupid ones are all dead.

The reason why they are forced to have only two ways to go is not because they are stupid and cannot think of another way, but because the current situation only has two ways. Changchun Gong's incredible power is beyond everyone's imagination.

It is simply incredible for ordinary people to practice this technique.

The trick of killing and framing sounds simple but it is the most direct. The strategy does not need to be too complicated, but whether it can achieve the goal.

However, everything didn't go as planned. They thought that if they handed the knife forward, it would be able to touch the official's heart. But they didn't expect that another hand would come in, causing them to take an extra step forward. The knife

Stab it in.

"Sir, someone from the government is here 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 so far and are not afraid of death."

His voice was broken through a certain method, and the void was transmitted to the ears of powerful practitioners scattered all over China. Some people were sitting alone in the mountains and forests, some were hiding in urban areas, some were walking in the fields, and even some were lying in ancient tombs

middle.

No matter what kind of person they are, they need spiritual energy and they don’t want it to drop significantly. The government has its own interests, and they have their own interests.

Taoist Xuantian cut off the sound transmission, stood up and walked out of the door. In a few steps, he arrived at the foot of the mountain and met Lu Haochu, the representative of the government, the commander-in-chief of Qingzhou Company, and an elder Jindan from Shangqing Palace.

The two sides exchanged greetings.

Lu Haochu said: "Senior Xuantian, we have been ordered to investigate the murderer who recently attacked people practicing Changchun Gong. We hope that senior will cooperate with the investigation."

"Why did you find Pindao here when you were looking for the murderer?" Taoist Xuantian asked calmly, with a calm tone in his words. "It is normal for the method of cultivation to go astray, and ordinary people should not be exposed to cultivation."

"The deceased practiced Changchun Gong, so there will definitely be no problems." Lu Haochu replied with a smile. This sentence was the tone set by the superiors for them, and it was also a red line.

There will be no problem with Changchun Gong.

"Being able to make people bleed from all the orifices silently is not something that an ordinary monk would do. Senior Xuantian, please forgive me, you have a certain ability to commit crimes."

While speaking, Lu Haochu was observing the other person's expression, but what was surprising was that there was no trace of anger on the face of the Golden Elixir monk.

It seems that the powerful monk doesn't always put on airs, but usually gives himself a big mouth.

Taoist Xuantian said: "The government wants to search for Pindao's soul?"

There wasn't much ups and downs in the voice, but this simple sentence made the atmosphere suddenly rise.

In the end, Lu Haochu spoke up and said, "The government will not search for a person's soul without evidence. I just want to ask the Taoist Priest for advice, do you know how to make someone bleed to death?"

"I don't know."

Taoist Xuantian waved his sleeves and left, and the first negotiation ended on bad terms.

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Three days later, another 30 people died after practicing Changchun Gong. The number of people distributed across the country was not that many, and it was not even as many as the number of people who were reported missing.

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

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

Some Golden Core monks even received a huge monthly salary of 10 kilograms of spiritual stones, which would be equivalent to 8 million if exchanged with the company. But in the end, the negotiation was not successful because some Golden Core monks wanted a small spiritual vein.

After all, the spiritual stone was controlled by others and was not stable. But the spiritual vein was a red line for the government, so in the end the two parties had no choice but to part ways.

Three days later, there were casualties again. This time, no one was killed, but injured.

A total of hundreds of people were admitted to the hospital because of practicing Changchun Gong, and the voices of the living are always louder than those of the dead. The issue of Changchun Gong began to attract social attention. After that, someone was injured every three days while practicing Changchun Gong. The murderer's methods were much more merciful.

, but the impact is no weaker than before.

Some people's goals were achieved, and the temple's promotion of Changchun Gong 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 say to the immortal, and those people obviously accepted this meaning.

Inside the prime minister's office.

The assistant said happily: "Prime Minister, I am very happy that no one died. It seems that the monks have received our signal and it is possible to negotiate."

"Talk? Haha." Prime Minister Pan Jun shook his head with a smile, "We can't reach an agreement in the end, and we will launch an army attack in three days. What they want is spiritual veins, and this is our red line and we cannot give it to them."

"It's just that we hope they don't cross the red line, and they hope we give in. In the end, we will just draw our swords and face each other, without any room for maneuver. Fortunately, we have the national level, and they will solve everything."

After hearing the last sentence, the assistant immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I almost forgot that we still have the town and national level."

"But I don't want them to take action."

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 who takes action in this world has a price. The town and country are waiting for us to beg them. And there are

If a person has no price, then he is an immortal."

"Lawing the heaven and earth, resembling the sun and moon, discerning the stars, obeying the yin and yang, and distinguishing the four seasons are sages and immortals."

He turned over the Tongxuan book on the table and his finger fell on a short line of words.

[Immortals like peace but not power. They hate their power and give it to the Qing Dynasty, so they enjoy peace with the people in the world]

Everyone thinks that the immortals and other towns and countries are closely related, and they are naturally an alliance and a faction.

But Prime Minister Pan Jun didn't think so. The Immortal was not a member of the Zhenguo-level faction, but was his half-vassal.

In the mahjong parlor in the old neighborhood, Li Yi was sitting on a bench in 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.

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Li Yi, on the other hand, was holding the chive roll noodles in a plastic bag in his right hand and playing mahjong with his left hand. He felt uncomfortable eating and playing at the same time.

"What a fool! I'm happy. Give me money, give me money."

The three old men who were opponents stared wide-eyed, and their old eyes turned red. They had lost hundreds of yuan in total. But they just couldn't beat the kid in front of them. With so many people watching, it was impossible to cheat.

, is he really the God of Gamblers?

"The police are coming!"

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

It only took a few seconds for the mahjong parlor to become peaceful, with everyone playing their own cards and no money on the table. Then a few policemen slowly walked in and conducted a routine inspection.

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

Li Yi replied calmly: "Officer, I am a good citizen, how can I gamble? Ask other people who are just having fun with me."

Several other people nodded repeatedly in the face of the police's gaze. The gatekeeper of the old community lost the most. He nodded and stared at Li Yi with red eyes, clearly showing that he was losing.

He lost a full 50 yuan! He lost almost half of it.

"It just so happens that I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Like a loach, Li Yi suddenly broke away from the policeman's hand and ran out of the mahjong parlor in the blink of an eye. Although he was wearing flip-flops, he ran like flying and lost sight of anyone in the blink of an eye.

Of course he didn't run away to hide from the police, he just wanted to take the opportunity to win money and run away.
Chapter completed!