Chapter 227 Despite being a bookish person, he still looks like a hero.

When Li Yi came to the downstairs of the community, he saw a middle-aged man over fifty holding a large iron can and drinking tea. He smelled a salty fragrance and stopped.

He asked curiously: "What are you selling?"

"Camellia oleifera twist." The shopkeeper wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "A traditional snack of the old Qin people, made with wheat flour, cooked sesame seeds, almonds, peanuts, butter, etc. Those who eat it often are all fond of it.

The skin is tender and the meat is nourishing and nourishing.”

This kind of talk could be on TV, which made Li Yi very curious. He kicked a few one-dollar bills in his pocket from the old men. He said that he could have an extra breakfast after winning a big game today.

He asked: "How much does a bowl cost?"

"Without twists, it costs 7 yuan, but with twists, I only charge you 8 yuan. I won't charge you more for the twists. One yuan a piece is very real. Other breakfast stalls sell them for two yuan a piece." The store owner replied.

Tao, according to Tiandu’s prices, 8 yuan for a bowl of oil tea and twists is not expensive.

"Bring me a bowl with twists." Li Yi walked to the small bench at the roadside stall and sat down. The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated slightly. He took it out and saw that it was a message sent to him by Zhao Si.

[Zhao Si]: Brother Yi, those sects are too arrogant. They kill people everywhere and ruin your reputation.

[Zhao Si]: Although the number of dead people is not as good as before, it is still a living life, a family of children.

[Zhao Si]: These powerful monks are just like wealthy merchants. They have achieved success in their own practice, but they do not allow the people of the world to follow suit. So what if the spiritual energy in the world decreases? Does this world's spiritual energy belong to them?

Then Zhao Si added a lot of pictures, in which were dead people, basically bleeding to death from their seven orifices.

When Li Yi looked at these pictures, he didn't have much emotion in his eyes. It wasn't that he had returned to the Supreme Being. It was just that the distance was too far and it was difficult for him to be moved by the pictures alone, and he himself was not an empathic person easily.

After living for so long, my feelings have not been lost, but they have also become a lot indifferent.

Moreover, this was not the first time that the two of them had discussed this matter. Zhao Si had already informed Li Yi of the mission as early as the moment he received the mission. He informed Li Yi of the mission in detail and ignored the so-called confidentiality regulations.

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After all, this is about Li Yi spreading his teachings to the world, and someone is throwing dirty water on his Changchun Kung, so he still has the right to know.

[Li Yi]: He died because his meridians were retrograde. The murderer has long since escaped from China, and you can’t find any evidence. This kind of thing is the responsibility of the government, not me, a loose man in the mountains.

Li Yi didn't need to personally investigate this matter. He could detect that someone was framed against him just by the senses of heaven and man. However, the method was quite clever and roundabout. He just killed people and let the people guess for themselves, and then fled far away from China.

The cause and effect is so weak that it cannot be checked. It is difficult for the old masters of Tianji Pavilion to deduce the specific location of the murderer even if he bleeds. But Li Yi still captured the breath of the other party. If he wanted to kill him, he would definitely be able to chase him, but

Li Yi did not take any action.

In the final analysis, I just don't want to waste time. I can kill him naturally when I have the opportunity in the future. If I encounter a thunderstorm one day in the future, I can just settle the cause and effect. Why bother running around and working hard.

[Zhao Si]: Brother Yi knows? They ran away?

Zhao Si on the other side was stunned for a moment. No wonder those sects were so confident that they hired black gloves to do the dirty work.

[Li Yi] The means of almighty are to know the heaven and the earth, and to distinguish between yin and yang. I am more powerful than the world, so I can naturally understand what they are doing. No matter whether I compromise on this matter or use troops, I can't stop the people of the world from practicing.

[Zhao Si]: Well, you don’t care about the name, so I don’t care about it either. Do you have time to get together in the future? I don’t know when the next time I will come out of the monk class.

[Li Yi]: All are free.

Li Yi put down his mobile phone and saw a bowl of oil tea and twists already placed in front of the table. The oil tea was grey-white, thick and salty, and the twists were soaked in the thick oil tea.

The aroma of sesame comes in the mouth, followed by just the right amount of saltiness, and the crunch of peanuts and almonds when chewed gently.

"Good stuff, good stuff."

Li Yi praised it without hesitation, saying that the camellia twist was indeed delicious.

Compared with ancient times, modern metropolises have an advantage. In terms of food, they can embrace all rivers and gather the food of the whole world in one place. In a place like Tiandu, you can eat everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, and swims in the water. Naturally, it is indispensable.

Specialties from all over China.

In the past, when he was in the spiritual world, he learned about various delicacies from people traveling around the world, such as the Youshang Troupe, and he often had to travel dozens or hundreds of miles to eat them. Monks can travel thousands of miles a day, but that doesn't mean Li Changsheng wants to travel a thousand miles.

Thousands of miles.

"Boss, give me a bowl too."

A gentle and deep voice reached my ears, and a middle-aged man with simple clothes, a thin face, and a smile all the time came over.

He is only 1.7 meters tall, has good features, wears a simple plaid shirt, and has a bit of an official air. He rides an old-fashioned Phoenix bicycle, just like a retired veteran cadre.

"No twists and peanuts, I have bad teeth."

"Okay."

It was obviously not the first time that the shop selling camellia twists served elderly customers. He held a sieve in one hand and tilted the large jar containing camellia twists with the other.

The thick, gray camellia oil was shaken off, and the peanuts and almonds were separated through a sieve.

"Give."

The middle-aged man in a plaid shirt took the camellia twist and walked straight to Li Yi to sit down, without too much restraint.

He took a small sip with his spoon, and the warm oil tea went into his throat. He couldn't help but sigh: "The old neighborhood is better, the food is delicious and solid."

Li Yi looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. He recognized him as the current prime minister.

He did not shy away from saying bluntly: "You are really inconspicuous. You rode this bicycle all the way and no one recognized you."

Prime Minister Pan Jun did not deny it even when he was recognized. I am afraid that the strength of the person in front of you was known outside the Zhongshu Mansion, even when he read it last night.

He smiled and his voice was gentle and deep, not like a prime minister who only lived in one place.

"It's nothing more than a black gauze hat and a car. Without those things, I'm just an ordinary man with a flat head. When I am cut open, it bleeds blood. The ancient meaning cannot be explained now, the prime minister is not a great person, and the princes and scholars have all fallen into the East China Sea.

"Yeah."

"Did the princes killed back then be thrown into the East China Sea?" Li Yi asked.

Prime Minister Pan Jun shook his head and said: "Not entirely, it's just that the last group of princes and royal families took a cruise ship to go to Luzon, and then it was sunk directly. If you are interested in what happened more than a hundred years ago, I can get it for you.

Come to the historical data."

"I won't read it if it's not streamlined and too complicated."

Li Yi shook his head and said that to put it bluntly, he only read history as a story. He didn't need to use history as a guide because his past experiences had already confirmed his own.

History is not necessarily longer than his lifespan.

He took another big sip of camellia and mahua, and then said: "You came here today just to have a bowl of camellia and mahua, right? Is the head of this place so leisurely?"

"Of course not." Prime Minister Pan Jun collected his thoughts for a moment and said: "Come here today to find an immortal to solve my doubts. The immortal has lived for 2,000 years and has seen more wind and rain than an ordinary person like me has eaten."

There was a hint of solemnity in his words, and those words of flattery were not flattery, but respect for the elderly. Since ancient times in China, there has been a saying that every family has its own treasure, and some elderly people often have wisdom accumulated over the years.

In his eyes, immortals have lived for 2,000 years. Although they are called immortals, they are still walking in the world of mortals. Those autobiographies at the national level all explain that the cultivation of immortals is not to meditate and enter concentration, but to experience thousands of mortal worlds.

He is able to maintain peace in the world for thousands of years. Such a feat far exceeds that of anyone else. How could his wisdom be inferior?

He paused for a moment and asked: "Is it true that all immortals and people serving the world should die?"

Li Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and replied without thinking: "I will die."

"In all directions of the world, the distinction between strong and weak blows into every inch of land like drizzle. The strong will inevitably rob the weak, and the people are often the ones who are robbed. Those who serve the people should fight tigers, leopards, and wolves with bare hands, so

It's easy to die."

The former is the law of the world's operation, while the latter is the unique spirit of human beings.

Thousands of years have made Li Yi's mind more and more transparent, and he may not have a profound understanding of things, but he can definitely sort out right from wrong.

It is never wrong to prey on the weak, and there is no such thing as a wrong rule, but it is wrong for human beings. Blindly pampering and pampering the weak violates the rules, overindulging the strong violates justice, and anything that is too absolute is often wrong.

Returning to the question of whether those who serve the people should die, according to common sense, these people are easy to die.

"If you want to live, just be stronger than tigers, leopards, and wolves. The book of the saint should educate people, not do things. To do things, you have to rely on your fists."

Li Yi raised his eyes and looked at the prime minister in front of him who looked like a university professor. He did not look like someone who could kill tigers, leopards and wolves.

"Fighting with tigers, leopards and wolves." Prime Minister Pan Jun repeated this sentence with a slight glint in his eyes.

Then it was repeated several times, and it couldn't calm down for a long time.

Li Yi had already finished his tea and twists at this time, but he did not leave, quietly waiting for the middle-aged man in front of him to reveal the true purpose of his trip.

Looking for help? It seems not.

"Pan will apologize to you first. I'm afraid you will have to clean up the mess after this incident." Prime Minister Pan Jun inexplicably handed over his hand to apologize.

"This world's spiritual veins will lead to a lifetime of being mutilated. I will also fight for the people of the world."

Li Yi said lightly: "Isn't it good to give it to Xiaoqi? He can also give it to the people of the world."

This matter itself is inevitably hindered by others, and even Li Yi cannot completely avoid being framed. The world is so big, and there are so many people practicing Changchun Gong, how can he protect everyone?

In the end, it was just a matter of settling accounts, and death was inevitable. So there was no rush, he had plenty of time to settle accounts.

In the final analysis, Li Yi only gave the exercises, and he had nothing to do with people dying because of his implementation of the exercises. The government knew this, the Shangqing Palace knew it, and even the sects might also understand it.

Someone died because of a kitchen knife, but the manufacturer of the kitchen knife cannot be traced anyway. Only Li Yi has the power to pursue the murderer, and no one else has the power to accuse him, even if his power is ignored.

Prime Minister Pan Jun said without hesitation: "Taoist Priest Qingxuan can bear the burden of all the people in the world, but we mortals are not cripples. It is up to the people to walk the road of spiritual practice. Back then, they shed blood in exchange for a prosperous age, but now they are just for future generations."

Flow once.”

"If the monk cuts it open, it will only bleed. If you want Shangqing Palace to take power, you can kill me to prevent me from struggling and causing more people to bleed."
To be continued...