Chapter 350 Soldiers get longevity
The Xiandao flood investigation teams from various places in China closed the case at the same time, with a difference of less than an hour.
Because they just saw the last historical fragment from the waking personnel, after a tedious verification of authenticity and memory probing, and finally signed by all relevant personnel into the database.
Zhoudi.
The site responsible for collecting the data was silent, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the end of the Immortal Flood. The experts who used to be so noisy shut up one after another, and many scholars who studied the history of the practice world looked at each other in blank dismay.
They looked at the various materials and forecasts at hand, and didn't know what to say for a while.
【In the 4149th year of the Immortal Dao, in the 48th year of the flood, the Immortal re-opened Taiping, and finally. 】
All eyes focus on the last sentence on the big screen.
"How can this be?"
Someone speaks for everyone.
It's all wrong, all the information they collected is all wrong.
The past month can be described as a "big research discovery" in the fields related to the history of the practice world. Through the historical materials obtained from almost real illusions, they can understand the operating logic of the Immortal Age.
They knew the power of the two palaces, the wealth of the living immortals, the spiritual library, the situation of the Kyushu human race, and so on.
The mundane dynasty is similar to what they speculated, except that it has some extraordinary means. The actual ability is no different from that of the ancient dynasty. The only special thing is that there are people on top who are in charge, and the dynasty dare not oppress the people wantonly.
After all, Xianmen needs to absorb fresh blood from the common people every once in a while. For the Jiuzhou Xianmen who have long been accustomed to peace, chaos in the world is not in their interest. Even if the Shangqing Palace doesn't care, these immortal sects will take the initiative to take action when they see the turmoil in the dynasty.
Ordinary is the hematopoietic bank of Xianmen.
The practice world maintains a balance, while the common people continue to produce people and talents.
This model is the most ideal model for both parties, at least it is in line with modern society. Practitioners do not intervene in the affairs of ordinary society, and society gives the fairy gate what it needs.
This is also the basis for the integration of the Xiandao era and Shenzhou, and the location is very important. In the early days, the power of modern science and technology crushed monks. There were no foundation-building monks in the first five years of the recovery of heaven and earth, foundation-building monks appeared in the seventh year, and golden pills did not appear until the eighth year.
During the 8-year window period, modern civilization is crushing for monks. No matter how powerful their previous lives were, they would eventually be blocked by the limitations of reality. During this period of time, only Xiandao and modern society have run in and supported each other until now.
This has also created a unique order in China.
They have already written various manuscripts, and they are ready to praise "Great China", "Family in Xianzhou" and so on. This is to cater to the preferences of the superiors, and also to do a good job of cultural propaganda, so as to avoid conflicts between immortals and ordinary people in the future.
Another great historical responsibility of the historical circle of spiritual practice is to let the monks who receive the orthodox education of Taoism and Taoism not forget that they still have the identity of a Chinese.
This is also the main contradiction between immortals and mortals they saw from the flood of immortality. Cultivators and mortals unconsciously divide each into two different species.
They have already prepared the academic research derived from this point. Perhaps in the distant future they will be recorded in the annals of history, and their achievements will be praised by future generations. Just like those giants of thought in modern times, they seek a development path for civilization in turbulent times.
Now the road seems to be broken, there is no need.
Where a person stands, he is so tall that he seems to block all paths and all disasters.
Li Changsheng.
An existence that they thought was overestimated, but in fact was far underestimated.
I don't know how long the silence lasted. Suddenly someone stood up suddenly, and everyone's eyes gathered.
"This is impossible! Something must have gone wrong? No matter how powerful the living immortal Li Changsheng is, it is impossible to support the entire immortal society. How to solve the food? How to manage without the immortal gate?"
A middle-aged bald man looked a little excited. He was not questioning the immortals, but that all future project funds would be on this matter.
If they just pass on this information directly, the funds allocated by the higher-ups tomorrow may be cut off somewhere. After all, they were invited to solve problems, not to introduce the strengths of living immortals.
The government and the temple know that living immortals are so powerful, they must try to curry favor on their own, where is it their turn?
However, the question he raised gave everyone present an idea.
"Yes, due to the sudden change of the illusion, we cannot observe the entire catastrophe process from a microscopic perspective. A disaster is comprehensive, and it is impossible for one person to solve it all."
"The living immortal continues the lifespan of mortals in the world, but its lifespan is limited after all. If it keeps raining, he can't continue it forever?"
"We can seek evidence from the Shangqing Palace again, or look through the materials again, and try our best to restore the situation back then."
"It makes sense, living immortals are not omnipotent. Such rough historical materials are simply Spring and Autumn brushwork."
Scholars and experts seem to have regained their confidence once again, and they began to discuss enthusiastically again. While overthrowing the previous subject, I found a new subject for myself.
"Everyone, please allow me to say a word."
Suddenly an old voice spread, everyone calmed down and turned to look at a gray-haired old professor.
Wen Qingyong, a well-known historian of the practice world in China, was also the first person who proposed to integrate the history of the practice world. Sometimes he knows more history than reincarnated people, and because he helped some reincarnated people in the early years, he has good contacts.
It can be regarded as one of the pioneers of historical records and research in the practice world.
"It is good to have new research directions, but we have to admit the facts. We underestimated Li Changsheng's personal ability, and also underestimated the limit of individual mighty power. I said that we need to be in awe when studying monks and the world of practice. We are like ants To look up to giants, one must always remain humble."
Wen Qingyong tapped his fingers heavily on the table, as if to make his emphasis more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Now that he is in a position where he no longer needs to rack his brains for funding, in a sense he is no longer being moved by worldly desires. At the age of more than 80, Wen Qingyong has a higher pursuit, which is to leave a footprint in history.
Celebrity Qing history is the pursuit of countless literati throughout the ages, even emperors and generals.
His historical responsibility is to sort out the immortals, and even make choices for the development path of later generations of society.
Wen Qingyong picked up the material of [Xiandao Flood 48 Years], on which was a sketched figure.
He has the sky above his head, and his feet are on thousands of fields. One person is peaceful.
"You are not humble enough, to be humble to a fairy. Kindness is his character, not the capital for your reckless and disobedient words."
Many scholars looked at each other for a while, and for some reason, the patriarch suddenly became angry.
Someone replied in a low voice: "Old professor, research should raise appropriate doubts."
"Is that what you questioned? Empty words without proof, and you just open your mouth to offend an existence that can support the entire human society. Let me ask you guys, do you dare to talk to the leaders like this?"
Wen Qingyong does not disapprove of questioning, but he realizes that modern academic circles and most ordinary people lack basic awe.
To put it bluntly, fear power but not morality.
Ordinary people are lucky to say that it is a moral kidnapping at best. But this is a strong enough to support the entire human society. From the perspective of this incident, it may be said that it is the foundation of eternal peace.
Isn't this an ancestor's confession? You don't really take the so-called stability of China from above to be serious, do you?
"I hope that you can correct this point in the future, and treat living immortals the same way as you treat immediate leaders, or even better. I don't want your future academic journals to have the kind of meaningless questions just now."
No one in the room dared to answer. Zhao Si, who was sitting in the corner with his head down and playing with his mobile phone, raised his head slightly, wanting to see who is so divine, who has such foresight?
After Wen Qingyong made an output, the discussion among the scholars then began to unilaterally lead to Li Changsheng. In various reports, there was endless praise for the living immortal.
Of course, there are many people of insight among them, who realize the importance of Li Changsheng to society.
There is no need to talk too much about the truth. If the immortals were able to save mortals in the practice world and open a peaceful and prosperous world, they may save them again in the future.
this point is very important.
The finally sorted information has caught the eyes of the top officials of the major government, including of course the Zhou government.
In the meeting room of the temple office building, many ministers had been waiting for a long time. After reading the information handed in below, they all fell into a deep silence.
Could this living immortal Li Changsheng be too strong?
Those who can achieve their position are not stupid, and they understand what this historical material means. Li Changsheng's strength further revealed that the limit of individual mighty power is far beyond their imagination.
The relationship between the strongman and the government is the relationship between playing cards and listening to cards. Whichever side shows more power can get more power.
Prime Minister Pan Jun called Wen Qingyong and asked, "Old Wen, how reliable do you think these materials are?"
"Ninety percent."
"Then do you think the government will change the way of contact with the other party in the future, or give a position above the township level?"
"Are we worthy leaders?"
Wen Qingyong's answer didn't annoy or offend the big shots present, and even they felt a little strange about this feeling.
This may be because when the other party is strong enough, I don’t feel that I’m losing my place when I pretend to be a kitten or puppy.
"Haste makes waste, I think it's good now, but speech and privacy should be more controlled. Modern netizens, you know it well, if one day an Internet celebrity comes out and bumps into a fairy."
The prime minister and the ministers began to introspect again. Before, they wondered if they had offended the immortals before, but now they were not careful enough?
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At the same time, the illusion collapsed little by little with the reorganization of soldiers, and many spirits wandering in the illusion of law suddenly lost their foothold and fell into a space without up, down, left, and right.
The torrent of the River of Forgetfulness is rushing in. Fortunately, those who can enter the illusion are monks who have been educated by "Xuanmen orthodox", and they basically know the method of resurrection, otherwise they would not dare to leave the body rashly. Except for the monks outside the government, those who dare to spy on the illusion are not idle people.
Everyone silently recited their respective decisions, turning into a clear light and returning to reality.
The "culprit" of all this, Qiong Yu waved with her little hand, only to see an illusory figure fall in front of her.
There is no face and no form, only a vague human-shaped corridor, which exudes a dark and opaque color. If you look in with your magic eyes, those who can see will feel dizzy and dizzy, as if they saw thousands of silk threads flashing through their eyes in an instant.
That is the influx of countless information and laws that ordinary people cannot understand.
Qiong Yu hastily turned off her Tongtian Tongtian pupil, and no longer used her Taoist rhyme to feel the figure. She looked at the figure in front of her again, and made a judgment based on her own morality and understanding of the world.
This is a concrete body of law, similar to the creatures of heaven and earth, but higher than the creatures of heaven and earth. It is completely composed of some kind of law that I can't comprehend. I can only feel that it is related to life, but I don't know what life is.
"No form, no form, is this the true meaning of no form?"
Qiong Yu couldn't help but make such a guess.
No phase, these are two words that all powerful existences in the ancient times could not avoid. Whether it's a so-called saint, a saint king, or a spirit raised by nature like her, they all feel it after they have reached a certain level of cultivation.
No form is enlightenment.
As for who Wuxiang is, I don’t know. According to the legend, the ancestor dragon became enlightened, the Buddhist Buddha head became enlightened, and the Taoist Taoist of Taoism also became enlightened. Oral legends have always existed, but the real Wuxiang has never been born.
The figure in front of him somewhat conforms to Wuxiang's special design, at least in line with Qiong Yu's cognition.
After thinking about it for a long time, Qiong Yu planned to complete the task of Senior Immortal first, and then ask the other party when he finds an opportunity, it is better than thinking blindly by himself.
"Well how do I bring it back?"
Qiong Yu looked up at this piercing figure. In an intangible plane like Wangchuan, the size is actually arranged according to the personality. The higher the position, the larger the volume of things, and vice versa.
Now this figure is definitely not so big in reality, but it is definitely not too small. If I forcibly drag it into reality, I'm afraid it will be a natural disaster, and all humans and animals will be wiped out wherever it passes.
Because mortals cannot bear the impact of laws.
Qiong Yu has never practiced this kind of thing, so I can't be 100% sure, but after all, he is a person with a little vision. Just as adults know that guns are dangerous, she understands that this figure is like a natural disaster to mortals.
Senior Immortal cares about mortals, so she, a bottle-holding boy, has to take care of her.
Suddenly she remembered the aura given to her by the senior immortal, and she used the aura to control the reorganization of the figures.
The size can also be controlled?
With a thought, Qiong Yu just aroused his energy a little, and the sky-penetrating figure in front of him quickly shrank, and finally he was equal to himself.
Change as you wish, regardless of size.
Qiong Yu blinked, feeling more and more that the figure in front of her was Formless. But according to what she knew, this seemed to be just a method that the senior immortals had comprehended during the flood in the immortal realm.
It’s just one of the Taoist methods of a senior immortal, and it may be the top one, but it shouldn’t be invisible.
Put the figure on the bottle, and Qiong Yu and the two gas bottles of Yin and Yang turned into a stream of light, disappeared into the dark river of forgetfulness, and finally entered reality again.
Returning to the rental house is only a blink of an eye.
At this time, Li Yi was still lying leisurely on the sofa, with his head tilted slightly, holding the phone high with both hands, tapping the screen with his fingertips to make a tinkling sound.
Qiong Yu waited quietly by the side, and the phantom of the soldier who waited until the end of the game came to Li Yi, and said in a clear and agile voice:
"Senior Immortal, what you want."
Li Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, put down his phone casually, and casually looked at the phantom in front of him.
A familiar breath came out from inside, which was of the same origin as myself.
This cough is so difficult, there is no pain and no phlegm, just a simple cough
(end of this chapter)