"Wait a minute!" Chuanxiong, who was standing between them, suddenly raised his arm and raised his palm in a "stop it" gesture. The one who was carrying him was Cheng Yaojin who came out halfway.
Rong Tong took a deep breath. How come she wanted to hear the truth but the process was so tortuous? !
I saw that the sister in white clothes in front still maintained the posture of lowering her head slightly when she was meditating just now, but her eyes glanced upward at Rong Tong, and she said sharply: "I almost fooled you before, fellow Taoist, please look into this conclusion carefully. Get up, it’s full of loopholes!”
Rong Tong's gaze went directly past him, staring at Zhang Wei, "I said it to you, not to her. Do you think so too?"
"If you think you are perfect, you wouldn't mind adding more notes, right?" Zhang Wei adjusted his overlapping cuffs slowly.
Okay, then I'm going to fight with you today, isn't it just to continue spending money? !
"Okay," Rong Tong folded his left leg over his right leg, folded his hands and leaned back. His eyes slowly moved back to Ligusticum chuanxiong, "Then lift up those 'loopholes' and show them to me. I'll show them to you one by one. Make up for it?"
Chuanxiong said quietly: "First, regarding the time issue you mentioned. Indeed, the thing started two hundred and seventy-five years ago, but by the time that Shang Qin cultivated the golden elixir and returned to Yuanying, a full time had passed. A hundred years later, it will only be seventy-five years before he is transferred back to the Southern Jin Dynasty. Luochuan... The political affairs hall has been shuffled a long time ago, and Kunlun has also got rid of the state of road and purpose. Why does the inner sect management still want to Are you afraid of a small outer monk?"
"Secondly, the decree to execute Master Shang Qin was personally issued by the Presbyterian Council. I dare to ask what kind of 'little clerks' can work for these people to 'cover up the mistakes' for them?"
Okay, it sounds quite relevant at first glance, but...
"Do you think that Kunlun became as loose as it is today immediately after the Xinyou Incident?" Rong Tong propped his elbows on his knees, held his chin and leaned forward, with a look of confusion on his face.
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"At least for the first hundred years, the Presbyterian Church's political policy was mainly to relax externally and purify internally. If the situation left by the previous generation had not been gradually improved, how could they have secured this top position? ?”
"Oh, according to what you said, the Political Affairs Hall should have found out about this matter long ago, so how could it be allowed to lead to this situation?" Chuanxiong looked disdainful.
"It's pointless to apply this across the board." Rong Tongpo felt that he had the same powerlessness as a student with a master's degree in social sciences who was struggling to write a thesis and was bullied by black and white amateurs. "Politics is all kinds of things." A fusion of contradictions catalyzed by the combination of factors. Analyzing the actions and faults of those in power in the past is not an arbitrary conclusion based on "I think they are this kind of people"...Since we want to talk about the evolution of internal affairs management in the Political Affairs Hall, may I ask? Have you read the documentary records of the past two hundred years? Have you summarized any specific cases in Kunlun regarding this kind of negligence?"
"I……"
"I've seen it," Rong Tong stopped his hesitant ellipsis, "From the 50th year of the New Year to the present, there have been a total of 273 cases of dereliction of duty, and more than 70% of them were sentenced to the Political Affairs Hall. In the first fifty years after the reshuffle. Of course, there should be only a lot more similar cases in the future, and the sharp decrease in the number of cases can be speculated to be the shift in the focus of the internal work of the Political Hall."
For example, there is a shift from the restoration and development of Junzhou's productivity to the internal struggle for power and the re-division of resources.
"Based on the results of these judgments, it is not difficult to see that although Kunlun's punishments are somewhat relaxed compared to those 50 years ago, overall discipline is still strict, and there are even cases of settling old scores. If' behind the scenes People don't want to lose their jobs, so Shang Qin's real 'threat' is still effective to them."
Rong Tong shrugged again, "Besides, it's just a waste of money. I remember that at that time, the salary in Kunlun's administrative system was still very objective. In addition, Da Neng's skills and experience were only a share of the middle-level people in the inner sect. Just close the note. Since the price paid is not high, the possibility of people choosing to settle the matter should be quite high."
"What about the next hundred years? Zhenren Shangqin is greedy and keeps asking for more. They are just like harmless lambs, just allowed to be slaughtered by an outsider?"
"The cost of being exposed has become greater."
"What?"
"I think 'combining the background of the times' is a common premise that I talk about. Fellow Taoist, can you think about it independently before asking 'why'?" Rong Tong was helpless. Why did she need to come to cultivate the local indigenous people in the end? A history lesson from the world——
"In the 81st year of the New Calendar, a civil war broke out in Zhuzhou. Refugees and exiled troops harassed the border of Junzhou. Small states along the way were massacred, killed, and plundered. This caused more refugees from this continent to flow to the entire territory of Junzhou, and the refugee chaos began. ;
In the 123rd year of the New Calendar, thirteen families in the southwest rebelled and separatized thirty-two cities for forty-three years before being wiped out. In the same year, the number of scattered monk organizations began to spread like a plague, and they were repeatedly wiped out;
In the autumn of the 150th year of the New Calendar, Tianminghui emerged from the sky and massacred two million citizens of the northwest Zhaowu Kingdom in one night, shocking the entire continent. "
In the 155th year of the New Calendar, the Presbyterian Council divided the territorial areas between the sixteen sects and the remaining thirty-two families, and allocated the important tasks of suppressing the rebellion. To this end, they were granted autonomy within their jurisdiction. The three hundred sects that originally belonged to Kunlun were Fifteen spiritual veins and one hundred and thirty local magic weapon forging workshops are also located in these territories;
In the year 200 and 1 of the New Calendar, the Tianming Society assassinated the former peak master of Sword Peak, which resulted in the complete collapse of the Kunlun encirclement and suppression front, and the Kanto Peninsula became an area actually controlled by the Tianming Society;
In the 294th year of the New Calendar, the overseas poor invaded and the Sixteen Kingdoms of Hercynian fell..."
In just six short periods of history and six nodes, the transformation of a ruling regime from its glorious peak to its decline was completed. Even though Rong Tong was originally a foreigner who had nothing to do with his own world, it was still a bit embarrassing to talk about these things. But Ligusticum Chuanxiong pursed her lips tightly, and the sadness in her expression didn't seem to be fake at all.
Finally, she said softly, "In other words, from the 50th year of the New Calendar to the present, Junzhou has been in a state of turmoil, and Kunlun's control over Junzhou has been declining year by year."
Abundant products and local support for the central government must be based on stable internal affairs and a strong political power. Without these two, the problem that will inevitably arise within Kunlun is that those heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and spiritual stone artifacts that once seemed to be 'inexhaustible' gradually show signs of insufficient supply. "
"For the fiscal deficit, the first way that comes to mind is to cut administrative expenses. Clear figures can tell you that from the 160th year of the New Year to the present, the salaries of the Sixth Hall have been cut six times. Now we, poor people, are actually The spiritual stones that can be obtained are less than 20% of the original ones. For most monks, especially those above Nascent Soul, it is simply a matter of life and death!"
"It seems that it is corresponding, but the pockets of the local governments are bulging. We have the power and they have the money, so——"
"So in the past hundred years, the collusion between the inner sect and the local government has become more and more frequent." Chuanxiong said slowly.
"Isn't it?" Rong Tong smiled inexplicably, "These 'cooperations' can be seen in various senses. After so many years, the power they have formed has become more and more powerful. One shot can move the whole body, do you think they have to be cautious?"
Will something go wrong? For details, see the case of spiritual vein corruption that happened to her by mistake just before.
"Among these, the selection of disciples is of course the easiest thing to make an issue of. Kunlun is a myth to monks. Other families offer Yuanyings by their weight, and Kunlun Yuanyings are weighed by their kilograms and used to do odd jobs. Transformation gods are hard to come by for hundreds of years, and Kunlun's transformation gods can give you one or two for each peak. For many immortal families, their children stepping into the inner gate of Kunlun is equivalent to half a foot stepping into the Nascent Soul. Qualifications The better ones are probably starting to dream about advancing to become gods. Besides, there are such a large number of people sneaking in every session. Everyone is on the same page, and thousands of people help cover up one person's mistakes, so it is not easy to be discovered. This business is stable. You can’t make a profit, right?”
"At the same time, the quota is occupied by those who go through the back door. Most of the truly talented people are not selected, and the lucky ones are probably like Master Shang Qin. However, in matters like cultivation, talent sometimes really plays a big role. That, so on the branch roster I have, it is no longer uncommon for people in the outer sect to be in the Nascent Soul stage. Last year, the annual summary of the Political Affairs Hall specifically commended this matter, thinking it was an improvement in Kunlun's overall strength. As everyone knows, they He was originally the best disciple selected in each session, the seedling who should have entered Sword Peak."
"On the other hand, the first thing about cultivation is talent, the second thing is understanding, and the third thing is resources. Without any one of them, there will be many difficulties on the path to immortality. So if you really want to cultivate Nascent Soul in Qingshui Yamen, the outer sect, what will these elites do? What to do?"
Rong Tong sighed: "They all turned from victims into murderers in the end."
For the first time, Chuanxiong was shocked and shuddered by the words of a little girl. He seemed to be questioning, but also seemed to be talking to himself, "How could the Presbyterian Church allow these moths to mess around like this? Disciple selection is the cornerstone of Kunlun, and bad money will be chased away." Liang, in another hundred years Kunlun will be out of business. If those outstanding seedlings are picked up by other sects and aristocratic families, or simply join the scattered monks organization, Kunlun will be in ruins... How dare the Presbyterian Council to collude with these worms?!"
"If one person is in power, Kunlun is his own property. No matter how much he squanders it, he will not tolerate anyone coveting it. But if multiple people are in power at the same time, then fighting for the family property is definitely the most important thing. They will always only If we don’t care who wins more at the moment, how can we focus on the long-term overall interests?”
"For this reason, it is understandable that some people choose to give some possessions to outsiders to gain 'help'. Not all the elders are standing behind them. It is more likely that each force will have contact with different elders. There must be mutual criticism and checks and balances.
Rong Tong stretched, stood up and walked forward slowly. Passing by Chuanxiong, she patted his thin shoulder, "But this is a good thing, isn't it?"
She looked across Chuanxiong to the person opposite, "At least this time, as long as you know who made the decree, you will indirectly know who the 'mastermind' behind this change has been."
The radiant young man closed his eyes slightly. Yes, sometimes the native society has a lasting impact on people, and the conventional "truth" made him make a choice without hesitation. However, because he ignored the general environment and had no time to take root, the "truth" eventually became the thing that caused his life's hard work to fall apart.
Chuanxiong was completely devastated alone, while Rong Tong had already walked in front of Zhang Wei. At this moment, the morning light was already dimming in the east. She glanced at the faint white on the horizon, "Did you see it? It's almost dawn, but you have wasted a girl's precious sleep time all night."
Zhang Wei was still sitting and didn't move. She came a little closer, so he slightly raised his face to look at her. From this angle, he could clearly see the girl's slender neck line.
No matter how you look at it, she is still the age she was sitting next to her, like a little girl who should be carefree except studying.
The girl who remained in his memory said that her biggest wish in the future is to open a milk tea shop in a scenic spot with an ancient city, sell a cup for fifty yuan, and become a profiteer with a literary and artistic atmosphere. If he passes by on a trip one day when he grows up, she can take him in for a golden week and stay in the milk tea shop as her free laborer, while she shakes the milk tea and he boils the pearls.
The girl who remained in his memory must not want to live a bloody life in the future. She was also smart, but not so transparent that he increasingly felt that she had to do it, and so transparent that he wanted to be so cruel.
"It's just as you guessed. I never want to deceive you." He sighed.
"What do I guess? Please describe it in detail." She said stubbornly. He knew she was being cautious, and she had every reason to suspect that he was trying to trick her.
No matter, memories... are just memories after all. The memories of fifteen hundred years may be far from the reality of the year. Just like the most bizarre dream that the sixteen-year-old boy had, he would not be what he is now. And she had grown up a long time ago, had other careers and other loves, and she did not open that milk tea shop after all.
And now, she is here, not as the girl in his memories, but as a female nun who is about to be at the center of the whirlpool of troubled times.
So after a year that seemed like three autumns, she heard her original name for the first time in this strange world——
"Rong Tong."
"Although it must have been a long time ago, my name has a high rate of repetition. There are 202 meanings in the Baidu entry alone." Reminiscing about the past should be a priority, he tried to liven up the atmosphere with some unfamiliarity, " But after all, we are classmates, so you won’t forget about me, right?”
Rong Tong looked at Yumei Bai in the east and ignored him, as if that ordinary light was more interesting than the only old classmate sitting in a foreign country.
"It's me, Zhang Wei, your deskmate in the first year of high school." He said helplessly, "Then listen, I want to tell you now..."
He suddenly couldn't speak anymore. The warm liquid dripped on the back of his hand, and the temperature was carried away by the night wind, leaving only a fleeting chill.
Rong Tong quickly wiped away another teardrop on her cheek. She covered her red eyes with cold hands in an attempt to regain her composure, but the nasal sound betrayed her as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Don't worry, I have a very good memory. From childhood to adulthood, I have all kinds of relatives and friends, including those who sell pancakes at the stall in front of the school, those who deliver express delivery, and those who deliver food. You are the seventh 'Zhang Wei' I know. I remember the door It’s clear!”
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