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Dongzhou, Nanping Kingdom.

Yanyu City was the ancient capital of several dynasties. Every March, it was named after the misty rain. For hundreds of years, it has been a prosperous and wealthy place in Nanping, and it is a gentle and intoxicating dreamland.

At the same time, as the intersection of two major rivers in China, Yanyu City has strong water transportation capabilities and is a major transportation hub.

It happened to be the spring exam. Although the weather had not yet warmed up, all the candidates who were taking the exam had set out to gain fame and honor and glorify their ancestors.

On the pier, ships of all sizes were coming and going, and seven or eight out of the ten ships were carrying scholars who were taking the exam. Over time, even the boatman could say a few words to national affairs.

"I heard that Chen Qingke didn't take the scientific examination this year."

"Haha, it's not surprising. People nowadays don't want to be officials, they all plan to learn Taoism and live forever."

"Even the emperor was determined to seek the truth and entrusted the court to the Prime Minister, let alone others."

"Immortality, just listen, but if there is a Taoist priest at home, it will be a real way to ascend to heaven! If I were to send my children to practice Taoism and read the hard books!"

Although the boatmen's chatter is vulgar, it points out the biggest problem in the mortal world today.

Since the power of the cultivation world has infiltrated, the originally illusory traces of immortals have become well known all at once. Every few years, I can hear that immortals go down the mountain to accept disciples. Regardless of their identity and family background, they can see that all civilian slaves are collected.

This greatly challenges the ability of mortals to accept.

What? As long as you practice Taoism, you can turn your back on others, so that princes and nobles can respectfully call you "the elder of immortals"? The people may be ignorant or ignorant, but they are definitely not stupid.

Who doesn’t want to have such a chance to achieve enlightenment? So in recent years, the trend of practicing Taoism in the mortal world has become increasingly heavy. Whether it is a prince, a son, a talented man, a raider, or a farmer's son, a slave, or a servant, they all want to practice Taoism.

Under the idea that "the immortal master is more important than the royal family", the emperor's authority was gradually weakened.

There have been several times such situations: someone in his family was taken to the Immortal Sect, and the whole family was respected. If a monk went home and was immediately received by a superior, it would not be difficult to sit with the emperor and discuss the truth.

Respect or not, whether it is humble or not, the etiquette and music are broken.

For the past thirty years, the mortal world has been like a pot of boiling water, constantly bubbling out. The court is surging, and it maintains a strange surface. The folk operas are all about immortals, and there are always people in the teahouse that argue.

Right and wrong.

The traditional idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor and patriotism in the past has been impacted, and people do not know where to go.

The boatmen are still arguing.

One said: "It's really not possible now. The emperor is not like an emperor. It's like a son riding on my neck to shit. What does it look like?"

Another said: "I don't think it's a bad thing. Everyone has enough food. They can ask for rain when they have a drought. Someone comes to build a dam when they have a heavy flood. Both of my children have stopped. They are not that good in the past.

What's the matter?!"

As they talked, they became angry, but soon they were extinguished in the rice porridge on the stove. They held the bowls one by one and squatted to the bow of the boat, shook their arms and started eating, sweeping them out every few seconds.

After cleaning up, I immediately went to the back of the boat, untied my belt and put it on the water.

The sky is getting dark.

"It's going to rain." Someone shouted.

So the people on the dock became busy, and the guests rushing the boat were anxious. They no longer looked for places slowly, but rushed over to find the boat one by one.

Within a quarter of an hour, most of the ships on the dock found their customers and agreed on the deal before the storm came.

The rainstorm is like a storm.

A scholar wearing cloth shoes came on the road. He looked very young, but he was calm even when it was raining. He had a book bag under his arm and did not speed up his pace when it was raining. He still walked slowly to the dock.

Look around and there is only one ship there.

"Chiefman, are you going to the capital?" he asked.

The boatman said: "The ship has been taken away by someone."

"It's okay to sit for ten people in such a big boat." The young man saw that there were only two shadows inside through the bamboo curtain, and said with a smile, "It's really hard to find a boat when I'm alone. Please be kind to the master.

, take me a ride."

The boatman seemed to have said a few words to the guests inside, and then said, "Then come in."

The young man jumped onto the deck, dusted the rain, and then lowered his head and got into the cabin.

There was only a young couple inside, with a beautiful woman and a handsome man, and both of them looked at him with great interest.

The young man introduced himself: "The surname is Cheng."

"Young Master Cheng." The woman smiled, "You come to take my boat, it's considered destined to be there, please give yourself."

"Thank you, madam." Mr. Cheng bowed and found a place to sit.

The rapid sound of horse hooves came through the rain curtain.

Someone on the shore whispered: "Boatman, we are going to the capital."

The boatman still said the same thing.

But the other party was very tough and showed his waist card: "We are the Tianwu Guard, and we are responsible for the emperor's order. If you don't know the qualities, we can only forcefully requisition this ship."

Mr. Cheng glanced at the lady. She really had no intention of opposing the imperial officials: "Then let them come in."

Five officers with evil spirits boarded the boat. The man in charge was calm and cold, and he knew at a glance that he was definitely not an ordinary person in the ranks.

"Det the ship." The other party issued an order on his behalf.

However… “Boatman, boatman wait.” The same drama was staged for the third time, “Can we allow us to take a boat once?”

"It's a coincidence that I have been able to cross the same boat for ten years." The lady said with a smile, "Please get on the boat."

An old man over fifty boarded the boat with the help of a book boy.

The boatman consciously untied the ropes and paddled into the river. The water surface rippled in circles and ripples. The rain poured down, and the vast white area was everywhere, and the scenery on the shore quickly receded.

Mr. Cheng twisted his clothes and robe, took out the pen and ink and cut paper from the book bag, and wrote quickly with his palm as a desk.

A corner of the bookcase was revealed, and the four words "The Legend of the Immortal Journey III" could be vaguely seen.

The old man's book boy accidentally caught a glimpse of it and was very surprised: "The third volume of "The Legend of the Immortal Journey"? Could you be the Chenleike?"

One sentence attracted everyone's attention.

Mr. Cheng smiled and said, "I'm not talented, and I have indeed written a few stories, which are not worth mentioning."

"Young Master was joking. Who doesn't know that the author of "The Legend of the Immortals" had a connection with immortality, so the book is full of true stories about immortals, so it is highly praised by people all over the world and is even known as the number one book in the mortal world." The book boy is beautiful and beautiful.

He talks very well, and at a glance, he knows that the master taught the poem. "If this is not worth mentioning, I really don't know what is worth mentioning."

Mr. Cheng smiled and shook his head: "If I really had a connection with immortality, how could I stay in the mortal world?"

When the general next to him heard this, he looked at him with a scrutiny: "So, you made up the things in the book?"

"How dare I discuss the immortals?" Mr. Cheng was calm and calm. "My sister was a disciple of the master when she was young. She returned home after studying a few years ago. She just told me some interesting stories."

The people present suddenly looked at him with admiration, and even the old man became interested: "Sister Ling is actually a monk?"

"No," Mr. Cheng laughed, "It's a pity that I was born stupid and had not yet gained the fate of immortality, so I had to be an ordinary person who wrote books in the world."

The old man pondered and asked: "I have a doubt, I don't know if you can answer it for me."

Mr. Cheng is very polite: "My surname is Cheng, and my name is just a character named Jun. My father-in-law may as well say something."

"In the eyes of monks, is there any difference between emperors, generals and ordinary people?" The old man's tone was not fierce and his tone was not high, but he asked for a long and quiet time.

Cheng Jun did not answer directly and sighed: "It turned out that it was Zhang Xiangguo who was in front of him. The boy was embarrassed and failed to recognize the adult in time. It was rude."

"I have retired and returned home, and now I am just a commoner." Old Master Zhang said lightly, "Young Master is not convenient to answer this question, so I don't force me."

The famous Dust-Entertainment Guy, the old prime minister who had gone through three dynasties... The officers who occupied half of the ship looked at each other and focused their attention on the people in the lead.

He was about thirty years old, and was the deputy commander of Tianwu Guard and the eldest son of the general of Nanping. The father and son held 70% of the troops of Nanping. It was not an exaggeration to say that the power of the world was dominant.

Cheng Jun said: "I have read the "Mingjian for the Governance of the Dao" by the adults. The adults believe that immortals should not interfere in the affairs of the mortal world and are not in the ordinary world. It is best if there is a difference between immortals and mortals and they will not interact with each other since they are old and dead."

"No," Zhang nodded, "The immortals do not understand farming and education, do not know economics and military affairs, and interfere in the world, which is of no use to the country and the people."

Cheng Jun asked again: "However, the spiritual seeds are in the mortal world, and the harvest this year is at least half more than in previous years, and the hungry people in the world are mostly less. Is this useless?"

"Stage of food is certainly a good deed, but the problems brought about are also huge." Old Master Zhang sighed, "In addition to making a living, people are also the cornerstone of the world's stability. Nowadays, farmers do not have to work hard all day long to obtain

With enough food, can they still stay in peace?"

Cheng Jun was silent.

The deputy commander replied on his behalf: "In recent years, there have been many sects everywhere. The leaders claim to be able to summon wind and rain. As a result, they can practice and achieve immortality. This has attracted many people to gather, which has caused a lot of unrest."

Old Master Zhang looked at him deeply and nodded, "The people do not value crops and live forever, the officials do not know the people's livelihood and practice Taoism, and no one does not take their duties, and the world will be in chaos."

Who knew that when Cheng Jun heard this, he laughed and asked, "What is his job? My mother is the singer of the uncle's house. My elder sister and I were born to be unaware of who my father was. According to the adults, the sons of our servants, the sons of our servants, were born to be humble.

, should we sing and dancing all our lives, the female lies beneath the nobles, the descendants are slaves and servants, and the people are happy?"

Old Master Zhang said: "I can leave my family and become a good citizen."

"Good people? This is the grace of the adults." Cheng Jun sarcastically said, "We should be grateful if we allow a slut to be good at it. If we want to achieve immortality that the emperor cannot do, we will be ungrateful, which will lead to chaos in the world and devastated people.

The culprit.”

Old Man Zhang's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard the woman next to him chuckled softly. He turned his gaze quietly: "Why is Madam laughing?"

She said: "Smile casually, I'm not allowed to smile in my boat?"

"Madam seems to have any insight?" asked Old Man Zhang.

The woman pointed to the deputy commander and asked, "There is another one here, why not ask him what he thinks."

Cheng Jun looked at the deputy commander for a while and smiled: "If you read correctly, this commander of Tianwu Guard should be the prince of Changshenghou? I heard that Changshenghou was just a groom who drove for others back then, and now he has achieved success and fame.

I don’t know what Prince Lu feels.”

Prince Lu said coldly: "My father is well deserved for his military merits."

"If you fight for the country, you should have such honor, but those who practice Taoism are of no use in the world, how can you enjoy a high position?" Old Mr. Zhang spoke at the right time.

When the woman heard this, she asked with great interest: "The Prime Minister means that if someone makes merit in the country, no matter what his origin is, he will be rewarded. And if someone is useless to the country, even a monk who calls for the wind and rain should not be there.

Do people enjoy privileges in the world?”

Old Mr. Zhang felt it was all right: "Yes, but if the ancestors have made contributions, they should also benefit the younger generation."

"It's fine after the nobles, but enjoy some wealth and honor in vain. What about the emperor? A general is incompetent and exhausts thousands of troops. The emperor is supreme, so he should make the greatest contribution." The woman hit the nail on the head, "The kings, princes, generals, and ministers, and those who can live in it can live in it.

If the emperor is incompetent, should he be replaced by others?"

Old Mr. Zhang suddenly changed his color: "Madam, be careful!"

The woman did not remain silent, but instead laughed: "Is it true that the emperor is the eldest son of heaven and governs all people according to the will of heaven?"