The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

The people from the special investigation team were immediately picked up by the company's vehicle as soon as they got off the plane. Zhao Si didn't avoid suspicion and went directly to Lu Haochu's car to inquire about information.

"Old Lu, there are rumors going viral on the Internet that there is something wrong with Changchun Gong. What's going on?"

Although he has been in the system for more than a year, his network is still too narrow to compare with Lu Haochu who has been cultivating for many years.

"I don't know much about this matter. It's similar to what you saw in the mission information. There is no problem with Changchun Gong, but someone wants him to have a problem." Lu Haochu replied,

"As early as after the college entrance examination, well-informed people inside discussed this issue. What should I do if someone practices Changchun Kung Fu? There is no theoretical basis like a food test report. Once someone practices Kung Fu, the result will be There must be rumours."

"Now the government's credibility can still be suppressed, but what if people die more and more? Credibility is not worth mentioning in front of human life, let alone rumors."

In Lu Haochu's opinion, this matter is not very dangerous, but it is very tricky. It is inevitable that the promotion of the public version of the practice method will be hindered. No matter what measures the government uses, as long as it cannot keep the people, it will be useless. Once the panic reaches a certain level, it may stop promoting it.

Public opinion is an invincible sword, and no one can stop it if it is used well.

"Changchun Kungfu was created by Brother Yi. Can't it be trusted in the name of Shixian?" Zhao Si said, "The whole practice world is using Changchun Kungfu, and the common people are not fools, so they can tell right from wrong. It’s not enough to frame and frame.”

Zhao Si has three doubts about this mission. First, it is understandable that non-official monks such as Sanxiu Zongmen resist or even resist the public version of the practice method, but why they directly attack Zhongshufu when they come up, which is the core of power in the entire Zhoudi. Isn't this just stepping on the temple's face and shitting on those Shangshu's faces?

Second, why can't the reason be disclosed directly, anyway, there is no need to hide the practice.

Three, the conflict intensified too quickly, from the beginning of the death to today's army surrounded the sect in just three days.

Zhao Si wondered if the government had wanted to attack those sects a long time ago, so they took the opportunity to let the army go into battle immediately. But if you do this, why set up an investigation team again, and don't do it even if the knife is on someone's neck.

Lu Haochu slightly slowed down the speed of the car, looked at Zhao Si with the front rearview mirror, and said, "So you are not in power. People in power never speak reason, but protect the hearts of the people. For example, your child is studying at school. Changchun Kung Fu, and the outside world is spreading rumors that people are dying everywhere, will you let him learn it?"

Zhao Si was silent for a moment and shook his head, saying: "If you don't learn, you won't die."

He suddenly realized that there seemed to be no solution. If there were a small number of people, various training bases could be established and specialized personnel could go to take care of them. This will greatly calm people's hearts, and will also greatly increase the risk of exposure of rioters.

But Changchun Gong is open to the whole society. How can there be so many people to take care of them?

"Hahaha, that's the reason." Lu Haochu said with a smile, "If you don't practice, you won't die, and Changchun Kung Fu is the most orthodox Taoist Kung Fu method. It pays attention to walking, sitting, standing, eating and sleeping, and it can even be applied externally or taken internally if conditions permit. Medicinal herbs, it takes at least a few years for ordinary people to develop a famous trick."

Cultivation is never about sitting on the ground and closing your eyes to practice Qi, besides, you have to pay attention to entering meditation, and a little carelessness of luck will hurt the root. The public version of the practice method is to refine Qi with form, which is equivalent to an upgraded version of Tai Chi.

The most deadly thing is the slow effect. It can't make people feel that the body has endless energy once it is used. For many people, practicing is the same as not practicing, and there is no need to risk their lives.

"That's why some people say that the public version of the practice method can't be promoted, and there is a high probability that it will be withdrawn in the end. It is only kept on the Internet so that those who want to practice can continue to practice, if that person does not speak."

Lu Haochu's last sentence is the most important thing. If the creator of the public version of the practice method does not speak up, then the temple will most likely prioritize protecting the hearts of the people.

Suddenly he asked again: "Why did Zhao Si let you come?"

"I am also a foundation-building cultivator anyway, why can't I come here because of the induction between heaven and man?"

Just after Zhao Sihua finished speaking, his expression paused, his eyes sank as if he was thinking about something.

He is now the focus of cultivating monks in the monk class. Unless it is necessary, it is impossible to let him go into battle. How can there be any reason to let students go into battle? Is the situation really critical?

Lu Haochu didn't look back, and continued to ask: "Who transferred you?"

"Zhongshufu."

"Where's the company headquarters?"

"The monk class is under the management of the government, and it is an order issued by the temple itself."

After a few words, the two stopped talking and waited quietly for the vehicle to arrive at the destination.

Zhao Si and other mobile investigation team members came to the deceased's home. In order to facilitate the investigation of the deceased's body, they still stayed in the room and sat in front of the computer desk.

The corpse was frozen by some kind of spell, and the whole body was covered with hoarfrost.

Everyone wandered around for a long time, not letting go of any detail, sweeping every inch of the room inch by inch with their spiritual sense. And Zhao Si watched the live video of the deceased's promotion over and over again, as if he really died of a sudden madness.

"It's too deliberate. How could he be killed if he got mad?" Zhao Si commented truthfully.

It's a pity that his discovery is no longer a discovery. I don't know how many people who have participated in the investigation of this case have said this sentence. Anyone who knows a little bit of common sense in practice knows that insanity is very serious, but it is not to the point where you will die immediately if you touch it a little bit.

There must be external influence, and the duty of the investigation team is to find out.

After searching for an hour to no avail, Lu Haochu, who was watching them from the sidelines, narrowed his eyes slightly, no surprise there.

He thought to himself: What kind of medicine is sold in this temple gourd? Transferring such a group of people here is neither a golden core period power nor an investigation for interrogation.

After Zhao Si and the others found nothing, they left the scene of the crime and walked downstairs in the community, when they saw an old couple over fifty years old kneeling there, crying and holding a black and white photo of the deceased in their hands.

"My son! A living life is lost just like that, God damn Changchun Gong!"

The cries of tragedy resounded for kilometers around, and countless people gathered around to discuss, among them Bufan was holding up his mobile phone to take pictures.

Zhao Si's footsteps paused slightly, and then continued to move forward.

Lu Haochu walked beside him, and said in a moderate voice: "These are the parents of the deceased, farmers who have been buried in the fields all their lives, and somehow got the news of the death of the deceased. We asked them, and they said I suddenly wanted to see my son."

The death news of all the deceased in the intelligence is controlled within a certain range. Although it has spread to a small extent on the Internet, less than 5% of the people in general know about it, and the farmers in the countryside are obviously not this 5%.

"Have you verified the authenticity?" Zhao Si asked.

"It's all true, but we suspect that someone used spells to give them some kind of psychological hint." Lu Haochu shook his head imperceptibly from side to side, and the corner of his eyes scanned the surroundings, and then continued in a low voice: "Before I arrested them so as not to expand their influence, but the inside of the door asked me to release them."

"." Zhao Si slightly widened his eyes and lowered his voice: "Can I run in time now?"

First the Zongmen, then the government, and then the Shangqing Palace.

The Zongmen attacked the Zhongshu Mansion in order to prevent the public version of the practice method, and then the army surrounded the mountain and sealed the temple. Such a situation should not be based on suppressing the influence. Why did the Shangqing Palace let Lu Haochu release him? What is this operation?

Could it be that Shangqing Palace wants to fight against Brother Yi?

He felt like he was standing on a frozen river in winter, every step he took was afraid that the ice under his feet would collapse and engulf him.

"Okay, take me with you. Now let's fight here." Lu Haochu said with a serious face, "When I lose to you, just say that I hooked up with your fiancee, and if you want to arrest me, I will let you comment on it." Judgment."

"Damn, you kid ruined my reputation, right?"

"Fame is small, life is big."

"Don't be afraid, Lao Lu, I will protect you."

The two chatted with each other, Lu Haochu was serious, while Zhao Si was afraid but didn't plan to leave yet.

There is a fairy behind him, no matter how big the incident is, he can save his life, so what is there to be afraid of?

——

After another three days, the confrontation between the army and the sect maintained a delicate balance. The army surrounded but did not fight, and the sect did not make too much resistance from the beginning to the end.

And the news of encircling the mountain and closing the temple has spread to the people, and it is impossible to conceal the movements of the troops from the outside world. Moreover, the places where some sects are established are famous mountains and rivers, and the reason is that they have spiritual eyes.

Although spirit stones cannot be produced, the concentration of spirit energy is higher than that of the outside world.

This was all the price that Zhou Di paid for getting help from the Zongmen. If it wasn't for the existence of the Shangqing Palace, I am afraid that like Zhao Di, most of Zhou Di's spiritual eyes would be in the hands of the Zongmen. And the spiritual veins that can produce spirit stones are the red line of the government, and the people back then had the foresight to stick to this red line.

Dateng Mountain, one of the great mountains in Qingzhou, runs from northeast to southwest, about 110 kilometers long and 45 kilometers wide.

The mountain is tall and majestic, surrounded by white clouds from a distance, and the white smoke climbs up the mountain like waves every morning.

There are a few scattered Taoist temples on the mountain peak, and a group of Taoist priests in Taoist robes gather together, looking up at the sky from time to time, with a trace of fear and anxiety in their eyes.

From time to time, fighter jets flew over the sky, making bursts of sonic booms. And the artillery of a troop stationed in Heidongdong at the foot of the mountain has already aimed at this place.

They were surrounded by the army for unknown reasons. Even when the relationship between the government and the monks was the most tense during the Bailian riot, there was no army to surround this place.

On the top of the main peak, Shengtang Mountain, is in a hall that has only been built in recent years.

A Xuantian Taoist sat cross-legged on a futon, and strands of sound transmission came into his ears from the void. That is the means of communication for other Golden Core cultivators. There are endless quarrels and irritability, and everyone is questioning each other.

"The Zhongshufu was attacked. Did they hack themselves, or did we get fooled?"

"...Those mortals bully others too much, just turn against them. Wherever you go, you are practicing, I will not be angry with you!"

"... Don't be arrogant, the government doesn't necessarily want to drive us to death, otherwise the army will fight up. They may just want to lower the bargaining chip and lower our demands."

"... Rebellion and other appeasements, but some people don't want us to appease them."

"We killed people, we burned the printing factory, and we did the attack on the Zhongshufu."

In the end, it was all blamed on one sentence, they were tricked.

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 common people, so that they can achieve their goals.

Taoist Xuantian and others appealed to the government to guarantee their cultivation needs. As for how to guarantee it, they prepared two ways for the government. One is to give them the spiritual veins that can produce spirit stones, so that they can help implement the 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, the pressure on the government will gradually increase. In the end, their goals will be achieved no matter what, even if they tear their faces, it is better than just sitting and watching the government completely control the aura.

They have all lived for hundreds of thousands of years, not to mention that everyone is very wise and close to demons, but at least they have seen the world. There are no fools who can practice great power, because all fools are dead.

The reason why they are forced to have only two paths is not because they are stupid and cannot think of another path, but because there are only two paths in the current situation. The heaven-defying ability of the Changchun Kungfu is beyond everyone's imagination. It is simply unbelievable that a mortal can practice it.

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 was not going as expected. I thought they would be able to reach the heart of the government if they handed the knife forward. Unexpectedly, the other hand came in horizontally, which directly made them take an extra step forward, and the knife stabbed in.

"Master, someone from the government has come 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 we are not people who are afraid of death."

His voice was broken through some kind of method, and the void was transmitted to the ears of the great cultivators scattered all over the Divine State. Some people sit alone in the deep mountains and old forests, some hide in the urban areas, some walk in the fields, and some even lie in ancient tombs.

No matter what kind of person they are, they need aura, and they don't want it to drop drastically. The government has the interests of the government, and they have their own interests.

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

The two sides exchanged a few pleasantries.

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

"Why did you find the murderer here in Pindao?" Taoist Xuantian asked calmly, his words were calm. "It is normal for the method of practice to go mad, and mortals should not be exposed to practice."

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

There will be no problem with Changchun Gong.

"Being able to make people's seven orifices bleed quietly is not something ordinary monks do. Forgive me, Senior Xuantian, you have a certain ability to commit crimes."

While speaking, Lu Haochu was observing the expression of the other party, but what was surprising was that there was no trace of anger on the face of this Jindan cultivator.

It seems that the mighty monk is not always putting on airs, but he has already given himself a big mouth in exchange for the usual.

Taoist Xuantian said: "The government wants to search for the soul of the poor Taoist?"

The voice didn't fluctuate too much, but this simple sentence made the atmosphere suddenly rise.

In the end, it was Lu Haochu who opened his mouth to resolve it: "Without a certificate or evidence, the government will not search for people's souls. I just want to ask the Taoist priest, do you know how to make people bleed to death from seven orifices?"

"I don't know."

Taoist Xuantian waved his sleeves and left, the first negotiation broke up unhappy.

——

After another three days, another 30 people died after practicing Changchun Gong. The number of people distributed across the country is not large, not even compared to the number of people reported missing.

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

The government negotiated with Zongmen again, not about this incident, but a change of tone. He wanted to hire the other party with a high salary, and let Zongmen loose practitioners enter the school to teach students to practice Changchun Gong.

Some Jindan monks even received a huge salary of 10 kilograms of Lingshi per month, which is equivalent to 8 million yuan if they are exchanged with the company. But in the end it didn't work out, because some Jindan monks wanted a small spiritual vein.

After all, Lingshi is controlled by others and is not stable. But the spirit vein is the red line of the government, and in the end, the two parties had no choice but to part ways.

Three days later there were again casualties, 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 voice of the living is always louder than that of the dead. The issue of Changchun Gong began to attract social attention. Afterwards, every three days, someone would be injured during practice. The murderer's methods were much more benevolent, but the impact was not 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 remain optimistic because they have mastered the rhythm of talking with each other.

Everything is easy to say for the undead, and those people obviously received this meaning.

In the prime minister's office.

The assistant said happily: "Prime Minister, I'm overjoyed, no one died. It seems that those monks have received our signal, and there is a possibility of a deal."

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

"It's just that we hope they don't cross the red line, and they want us to take a step back. In the end, it will only end up with swords drawn, and there is no room for maneuver. Fortunately, we have the town and country level, and they will solve everything."

Hearing the last sentence, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I almost forgot that we still have Zhen Guo level."

"But I don't want them to make a move."

Prime Minister Pan Jun's slightly squinted eyes revealed a strange brilliance, and he said with a smile: "Little Hua, you have to remember that anyone in this world has a price for making a move, and the town and the state are waiting for us to beg them. A person who has no price is a fairy."

"Law the heaven and the earth, like the sun and the moon, distinguish the stars, follow the yin and yang, and distinguish the four seasons. They are sages and immortals."

He turned over the Tongxuan book on the table, and his fingers landed on a short line of words.

[Immortals like peace and do not like power, they dislike power and give it to the Qing Dynasty, so they can enjoy the peace of the world with the common people]

Everyone in the world thinks that the rest of the Immortals are closely related at the national level, so they are naturally an alliance and a faction.

But Prime Minister Pan Jun didn't think so. Immortals didn't belong to the Zhen Guo-level faction, but the Zhen Guo-level was his half vassal.

In the mahjong parlor in the old neighborhood, Li Yi, in short-sleeved flip-flops, strode and sat on a bench, surrounded by a large circle of middle-aged and elderly people. Everyone was watching him play mahjong, trying to learn some skills.

Li Yi, on the other hand, held the leek roll powder in a plastic bag with his right hand, and played mahjong with his left hand, feeling uncomfortable while eating.

"Nonsense, Da Sixi, give me money, give me money."

The eyes of the three old men who were the opponents were wide open, and their old eyes were red. They had already lost hundreds of dollars in total. But he just can't win against the kid in front of him, and it's impossible for him to cheat with so many people watching. Could it be that he's really the God of Gamblers?

"The police are here!"

I don't know who yelled this voice, and there was a sudden chaos in the mahjong parlor. Everyone quickly collected the money on the table, and a large group of people gathered around Li Yi also dispersed.

It only took a few seconds for the mahjong hall to become peaceful, and there was no money on the tables where everyone played their own cards. Then a few policemen walked in slowly and made a routine inspection.

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

Li Yi replied without changing his face: "Officer, I am a good citizen, how can I gamble, you ask other people are just having fun with me."

Facing the eyes of the police, several other people nodded repeatedly. The old gatekeeper of the old community lost the most, while nodding and staring at Li Yi with red eyes, showing a red-eyed look.

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

"Just because I have something to do, I'm leaving first."

Li Yi suddenly broke free from the policeman's hand like a loach, and ran out of the mahjong parlor in the blink of an eye. Although he was wearing flip-flops, he ran like flying, and he couldn't see anyone in the blink of an eye.

Of course he didn't run away because he was hiding from the police, he just wanted to take the opportunity to win the money and run away.