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The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the world seemed to be occupied by the sound of rain. White water vapor was steaming from the river surface, and there was no sight of three meters away.

The air in the cabin was a bit weirdly quiet.

"The herdsmen for heaven are just lies made up by emperors, and they are just a lie to be the supreme emperor in the world." The woman chuckled, "The reason, Zhang Xiangguo knew, General Lu knew, and Master Cheng should know, only

But you don’t dare to say it.”

Mr. Cheng bowed: "Madam is so courageous."

The woman said, "Where, I'm just talking about it. Many people have done it or want to do it."

Prince Lu's eyes changed slightly.

Old Mr. Zhang seemed to feel something, looked at him and said slowly: "The country has changed hands and has always been bloody. Doing this is for the sake of the people."

The woman asked: "The position of prime minister is also crucial, but the changes in the position are not necessarily the case."

"How can the Emperor's Priest compare?" Old Man Zhang shook his head.

The woman said: "What is incomparable? The tyrant ruler is in power, and the government is handled by many ministers, so it is just as smooth. In my opinion, there is no need for the emperor to exist."

"Ahem." Everyone present was frightened.

Prince Lu pressed his hand on the sword and stared at her and asked, "Who is your lord? Don't blame me for being polite again."

When did Tianwuwei be so polite and say hello before taking action? Mr. Cheng glanced at him, thought for a moment, then suddenly raised the bamboo curtain and looked out, and suddenly said, "No wonder the general is like this, the fisherman is gone."

"What?" The servant and the officer were shocked and looked out.

As expected, the boatman who was rowing was missing, but the boat was still sailing. It was clearly the most lively season, but the shadows of other boats were not seen on the river.

The woman's expression remained unchanged, and she changed into a more comfortable position and posed for a long talk: "It's not interesting to pursue what identity is. Today on this ship, you don't represent any identity, just say what you want to say."

She looked around and smiled slightly: "I can answer Zhang Xiangguo's question first. For monks, there is no difference between emperors, generals and peddlers and pawns."

Old man Zhang frowned and wanted to speak but stopped. However, his book boy asked in confusion: "Why are the emperor and the prime minister above ten thousand people? They are the same as the peddler and the pawn?"

"A stone hits a person's head, the groom will die, and the emperor will die. In the face of birth, old age, sickness and death, the two are the same. The emperor may get the fate of immortality, and the slaves may also get the fate of immortality, and in the face of immortality, the two are the same."

The woman's attitude is kind, not like the arrogant monk in her impression, and she explains her conclusion in the simplest language.

The book boy was speechless and didn't know how to refute it. He had to look at Mr. Zhang for help.

Old Mr. Zhang said slowly: "Without rules, there will be no order, and the world needs order."

"In ancient times, eating raw meat and drinking blood, and eating the weak was the order. Later, the monarch was enthroned and built a country, and kings and princes appeared. The order was order." The woman said, "The world needs order, but order is not unchanging."

Prince Lu asked: "What is the order of monks?"

The woman looked at him and said meaningfully: "The order of monks is based on the gap in personal strength. This does not apply to mortals, and the gap between mortals is almost non-existent."

Cheng Jun's heart moved and caught something terrible, which made him frightened: "If so, wouldn't it mean..."

The woman calmly spoke out his guess: "Mortals and mortals are equal."

The vague thought turned into a real thunder and suddenly exploded in his ears. Cheng Jun took a breath, his mind was messy and he couldn't make up a complete sentence.

Old Master Zhang flatly denied without thinking: "This is impossible!"

Prince Lu moved his lips and wanted to say anything, but he could not say specific words.

They are still like this, and others are even more unbearable, and their throats are "proud" but they are hard to say a word.

"Is it so exciting for what I said?" the woman asked the man beside her. The other party shook his head: "They just don't want to accept it."

The woman was half joking and half mean: "It is more appropriate to say that she dare not admit it. In fact, I don't know how many people secretly thought, "Is the king, prince, general, and minister?" The emperor took turns to do it, and this year he came to my house. If it weren't for feeling'

I can't, where do so many dynasties come from?"

Cheng Jun slowly reacted and said, "The soldiers want to be generals and the people want to be officials. Then, it is not surprising that kings and princes want to be emperors. Human nature is like this, and it is indeed... equal."

"Young Master Cheng is very smart." The woman praised, "Have you noticed that in the whole crowd, slaves can be removed from their posts, civilians can be officials, and meritorious officials can be granted marquis, but the emperor is not among them."

Cheng Jun opened his mouth and said in confusion: "Isn't this supposed to be?"

"Dangerous water can only smell, live water can last forever, and people are the same. It can only flow in a cycle." The woman smiled slightly, "Water can carry a boat and can also overturn the boat. The end of power should go back to the people."

Old Master Zhang suddenly looked up, his eyes were complicated, and after a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Is this what you mean by yourself, or what a monk... means to a mortal?"

"I agree with part of your view. It is best for monks not to interfere in the mortal world too much." The woman said, "It would be better for mortals to be governed by mortals themselves, but you must understand that the cultivation world must have contact with the mortal world and cannot be separated. mortals must

Follow the monk's philosophy.”

Old Master Zhang remained silent. After years of ups and downs in officialdom, he had realized the problem.

The concept of monks is that mortals are the same. If mortals hold the original orderly etiquette and law, they will inevitably conflict with the monk's ideas.

And under the huge gap in strength, it is inevitable that the mortals will make changes.

He asked, "Madam said this today, can I understand that the monk intends to let us solve this problem ourselves."

"My name is Su Wei, I am not someone's wife." Yin Miaomiao paused and replied, "Yes, I hope you will change yourself and use the way you think is appropriate."

Old Mr. Zhang nodded slowly and fell into deep thought.

Cheng Jun seemed to think of something and couldn't help asking: "I heard that mortals are like ants to monks... Is the so-called equality of monks this kind of equality?"

"To a certain extent, yes." Yin Miaomiao's lips curled up a faint smile, "But I think you are not willing to exist as ants."

Cheng Jun laughed at himself and said, "Who will be willing?"

"That's the second reason I'm here." She said, "Mortals, or I use a more neutral statement, common people and cultivators share a world that cannot be changed, escaping and resisting, escaping and resisting,"

Nothing is useful."

Prince Lu said: "As far as I know, mortals are like lambs to be slaughtered in front of monks, without any resistance. Is there any other way besides obedience?"

"You are also a general. If an unknown man shouted at you and told you not to treat him as cannon fodder, what would you do?"

Prince Lu stopped. When he was born, General Lu had already had his own military strength and had not experienced the hardships his father had suffered. He was suddenly compared to others, and it was inevitable that he was a little uncomfortable.

But he did not lose his ability to think. After digesting it for a while, he said, "The little pawn can show his abilities and get my promotion, but in front of the monks, we have no advantage."

"Lions have the power of lions, and bees have the way to survive." Yin Miaomiao asked him, "Why should you be obsessed with personal force and forget your real advantages?"

Cheng Jun hesitated: "What are our advantages?"

"Humans are an amazing group. Our ancestors rely on their own abilities to lead us out of the scope of wild beasts, build cities, invent languages ​​and words, and change the places where we live one after another."

Her soft and powerful voice echoed in the small cabin, as if it contained some magic, which made them involuntarily "see" their ancestors walked out of the mountains, made tools with stones and wood, and replaced fishing and hunting.

One place built a majestic and sturdy town.

From then on, there is no need to worry about attacks from wild animals, no need to change places to collect them every year, and feed generations of people on familiar land.

"This is the advantage of ordinary people. If you don't know how to call the wind and rain, you will dig wells and build embankments. If you can't fly in the wind, you will raise cattle and horses... If you find a suitable path, ordinary people can be very powerful."

Although it was chicken soup, it was chicken soup that I had never drunk before. The few people present listened silently and were all touched.

Old Master Zhang was sophisticated. After pondering for a long time, he asked intriguingly: "Since that is the case, why are there still spiritual seeds flowing into the mortal world?"

"A little gift." Yin Miaomiao smiled, her eyes as cunning as a girl. "Next, if you can answer my questions well, maybe I have some surprises."

At this moment, the people present, whether they were the old prime ministers who were in charge of the three dynasties, the generals who held military power, or the talented man with great reputation, were inevitably surprised and happy, and were uncontrollably excited.

But the quickest person to calm down was Cheng Jun. He knew that he had not learned anything, had no chance of being a fairy path, was young and sick, and had no particularly urgent needs. He calmed down and asked, "How dare you ask the fairy what the problem is?"

Yin Miaomiao looked at him meaningfully: "What kind of relationship should ordinary people and cultivators exist?"

Ye Zhou couldn't help but look at her. If the cultivators asked this question, eight out of 100 can only summarize it in the five words "mortals are like ants", but if they ask mortals... what do she want to know?

"I want an honest answer, not a flattering flattery." She bent her arms, supported her forehead, and glanced over the people present, "Just say the answer in your heart."

Some people's Adam's apple moved and swallowed the little thoughts that were not something that could not be seen in the heretics.

The wind and rain outside the boat were blowing, and the wind whirred, but the boat did not shake at all, and it was still moving smoothly.

"Let's talk about it first." Cheng Jun didn't have so much concern. He had thought about similar issues on weekdays, sorted out his language, and said, "When my sister came back, she said that she was trying to cut off the world, that is, the love of breaking her flesh and blood.

But at that time, my mother happened to be seriously ill. She... gave the elixir but didn't leave immediately. I think she still has her mother in her heart, but she still left."

He seemed to have great doubts and frowned: "She clearly stated that there are parents and relatives in the world of cultivation, and there is no difference between living together and living in the world. However, the relatives of monks need to break the 'meaning of fate' in the world.

But my parents, mortals and monks are completely different. I am not afraid of the fairy's jokes, which will remind me of the difference between legitimate and illegitimate."

The illegitimate and illegitimate... This angle is indeed novel. Yin Miaomiao savored it and found it interesting.

She didn't comment rashly, just looked at the others: "Where are you?"