The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 423

  Chapter 423 Concretization of Individual Power Li Changsheng

   Above the execution ground.

   A simple wooden frame was erected on the street of the vegetable market so that the people below could clearly see the beheading.

  The common people had few entertainment activities, and because the previous incident was too much trouble, the beheading vegetable market was crowded with people.

   This is a barbaric act in modern times, but it is uncommon in the practice world. Even under the rule of immortals, it is difficult to change the nature of the farming society of the human race in the practice world.

  Prime Minister Pan Jun's favorite thing to read in his spare time is the history of the practice world. China has always had a tradition of learning from history.

  Special research institutes organized by local governments have conducted a comprehensive analysis of the society in the practice world. Among them, Li Changsheng, who is undoubtedly the strongest, has the greatest strength in promoting society.

  With his style, it is inevitable if the society can be promoted towards civilization.

  All saints, whether immortal or not, will promote the progress of society.

  There are hundreds of schools of thought in modern times, all kinds of great men in modern times, and there are figures like sword immortals in the world of practice.

  When a person is strong enough and exists long enough, it will change from society influencing people to people influencing society.

  Modern is called strongman politics.

  The world of practice has made rapid progress, from the slavery of the Zongmen era to the feudal system of the Immortal Era.

  After the flood, in the era of immortal rule, Prime Minister Pan Jun subconsciously fantasized about a modern practice world that is different from technology.

  But now it seems that this is not the case.

   “Insufficient productivity.”

  The lord of the city took out the signature of the "drawing bond", and after some sentencing, the knight-errant was pressed to the execution ground, and the executioner stood behind him holding a big knife.

  The strong man was covered in blood at this moment, his face was beaten badly, and 10 fingers had already been pinched. Seeing that the people below were terrified and terrified, their awe and fear for the City Lord's Mansion could not be increased.

  Anyone who knows a little about the law in the crowd knows that this is an execution that does not comply with the regulations.

  First of all, according to the Asgard, the criminal law is formulated, and the death penalty must abide by the three-fold system. The death penalty needs to be reported to the Immortal Palace, the local Immortal Gate, and the City Lord's Mansion.

  From top to bottom are the central government, county guards, and local governments.

  Even if monks are in charge of the world, they still need to adopt the old method and will not break away from the framework of layer-by-layer rule.

  Currently only reported to Xianmen.

  Among the crowd, a young and an old Taoist priest were watching this scene quietly.

  The young Taoist priest wore a green shirt, his long hair was simply **** with cloth strips, and a little stubble added a bit of vicissitudes to the ordinary facial features.

  He said in a calm voice: "I remember that according to the law, it is not allowed to be used. If a prisoner is injured in prison, the jailer and the highest responsible person will be held accountable."

  The laws of today's era have extremely simple and clear explanations for killing people, but they are extremely strict in terms of operation. All the punishments practiced by the previous mortal dynasties have been abolished.

  The old Taoist priest next to him is wearing the costumes of the Shangqing Palace. The white Taoist robe is embroidered with blue clouds. His face is old with some age spots, and his silver hair shows the vicissitudes of the years.

  He replied bluntly: "Sir, they will say that they were injured before going to prison. This kind of thing cannot be verified, and it is also difficult to supervise. Even if you erect 10,000 stone tablets, you will not be able to control people's hearts."

  The two are Li Changsheng and Qingxuan, the ones who really stand at the top.

  Li Changsheng asked: "What do you think the problem is?"

  The Qingxuan Taoist thought for a while, and then replied: "There are too many people in Tianzhou, food is scarce, and land resources are scarce. If Kyushu is restored to its previous appearance, the reclaimed land can fully satisfy the powerful."

   "As long as the society is rich to a certain extent, the superiors will start to sympathize with the weak. In the past, the great families all talked about their prestige. They would help the victims of disasters for the sake of people's livelihood, and they would also exempt tenant farmers from rent in disasters."

  Only when the society is rich can kindness be allowed to exist.

   Qingxuan has ruled the world for more than a thousand years. Although it is said that Buddhism, Shangqing Palace, and Moon Palace take turns sitting in the manor, only Shangqing Palace truly rules the world. The other two Buddhist sects like to guide people to be good, and often donate money to help the poor. And the Moon Palace is to fight corruption to make money, and build a spiritual library by the way.

  Issues about mortal dynasties and common people are under the control of the Qing palace.

   "You mean, I still have to look at their faces?" The young man looked sideways, his eyes as deep as a long river, flowing for thousands of years.

   "The Immortal Elder doesn't need to look at anyone's face, but if he wants to govern the world, he must balance all parties." Qingxuan showed hesitation.

  Because the fairy head is more and more pursuing perfection, but the world is cloudy and sunny.

   "This world has always been like this, but it's just a matter of severity, and the people in the prosperous age are just two lashes less. You have seen and heard more than me, and you should know that compromise is inevitable. It's just that the fairy palace didn't directly rule the world before, so there was room for retreat, but now it doesn't."

  “History is like a wheel, but it rolls back.”

   At this time, the execution on the stage has already begun.

  After reading the incriminating evidence, the city lord put it back on the desk with both hands, and slammed the gavel suddenly.

   "Criminal Wei Yichao! Lawless, killing people in the street, the nature is bad, can you plead guilty?"

  According to the law, even a death row prisoner can appeal for grievances if he agrees at the beginning of the execution preparations, and he can also appeal again. But the law is dead, but people are alive, and no one will abide by that broken stone tablet.

  The eyes of the knight-errant in the rivers and lakes collapsed, and when he heard "you can plead guilty" in a trance, a trace of strength rose from nowhere.

  He looked up at the city lord in a fine attire, spit **** saliva on the ground, and said, "I recognize your mother."

  The voice was weak, but the city lord and the people of Xianmen, not ordinary people, heard it very clearly.

  There was no anger on their expressions, only the usual indifference.

  Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the city advocate said: "The prisoner has pleaded guilty. Will the Lord execute the sentence?"

  The monk of Xianmen didn't nod or shake his head, but closed his eyes slightly.

   This can be regarded as acquiescence.

   "Execution!"

   With an order, the executioner raised the butcher's knife high, and the shining blade reflected cold light in the sun.

   Reflects the terrified eyes of thousands of people and the slightly upturned corners of the mouths of dignitaries.

  Li Changsheng didn't make a move. He watched good people being wronged, the law being trampled on, and the world that he and his old friends tried their best to keep was being ravaged by others.

  He is giving Xianmen a chance, and he is also giving other dignitaries a chance.

   In this unreasonable beheading, as long as one person shakes his head, as long as one person says he wants to report to Asgard, then no one will dare to chop off his head.

   Bang!

  He raised the knife and dropped the sharp blade, and slashed heavily on the back of the Jianghu knight-errant's neck. Everyone's expressions tensed at this moment, their pupils contracted, and they stared intently at the severed head.

   Bang Dang!

   There was a crisp sound, and the broken blade flew into the air, and plunged straight into the soil.

  The executioner held a broken knife, stared wide-eyed, and looked at the intact nape of the neck.

"What?!"

  The city lord suddenly stood up, looking at this scene with disbelief.

  The eyes of all the people present were also wide-eyed, and their faces were full of astonishment. They were monks sent by Xianmen.

  The expected blood spatter did not happen.

  A figure stepped out of the crowd, leaped lightly, and landed on the execution platform like a feather, standing in front of the bruised prisoner.

  An ordinary man came into view, his eyes were light, his appearance and clothes were not outstanding, but he just stood there as if everything in the world was in his arms.

  The expressions of all the people are still stunned, and they don't know who the person in front of them is.

  Because Li Changsheng didn't like to keep portraits, let alone enshrined by others, so as not to be troubled by incense. Therefore, it is forbidden to build temples for immortals in Xiangong, and only private individuals are allowed to worship.

   One has no real name, and the other has no idol.

   It is difficult to produce incense just by relying on a false name.

  Only the person from the Immortal Sect stood up suddenly, and when he saw Li Changsheng's face clearly, a chill rushed to his head, and he slumped on the ground.

  The teeth chattered constantly, and he was at a loss.

   Such an appearance naturally attracted the attention of other people. Observing words and emotions is a basic skill in officialdom. The dignitaries noticed the almost bloodless dead faces of the people from the Xianmen, and an ominous premonition welled up in their hearts.

   Could this be some powerful senior?

  But I haven't seen anyone from the Immortal Palace for more than ten years, why are you here today?

  The concept of time is the biggest obstacle for immortals. Ten years is not a long time for Immortal Palace, but it is enough for ordinary people to replace old ones with new ones.

  Li Changsheng glanced at the crowd present from the corner of his eye. The oldest person was only 80 years old. The monk who came out of that sect was Foundation Establishment, and he was over 70 years old.

   And I have not been down to earth for fifty years.

  He is studying how to change the laws of heaven and earth, how to turn Tianzhou into a paradise. In order to allow rainwater to come from the East China Sea, the Fairy Palace moved more than a dozen mountains and dug a million square meters of land to artificially create a valley of wind and rain.

   Send water vapor to Tianzhou, which is at least 3 kilometers above sea level.

  The knight-errant raised his head with difficulty, his face was bruised and purple, and his swollen eye sockets made him unable to see who was coming.

   Immediately after placing a wide palm on his head, a gust of warm wind blows in, and all the pain disappears in an instant.

  The blurred vision of the strong man returned to his eyes, and it was bright. He saw an ordinary face, his eyes were a little tired, and his chin had a little stubble.

   Smiling gently, voice flat.

   "Son, I acquit you."

  The strong man froze for a few seconds and asked:

   "Dare to ask, but the real gods?"

  He didn't recognize Li Changsheng, but there was some kind of mysterious conviction somewhere.

  Li Changsheng nodded and said, "It's me."

   As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the men in their thirties and forties were filled with enthusiasm, and the men who were tougher than iron were crying.

  The immortals who held high mountains to open the way for the people can now pacify aristocratic families.

   "WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOrmortals! Now that aristocratic families are running rampant and oppressing the people, the thirty-six cities in the world are all forbidden by aristocratic families!"

   "Yundong has a daughter, who is 14 years old. Cardamom Nianhua was robbed in the street and raped on the corner of the street."

   "There are children in Tianhua, and those who are beautiful and delicious will be sent to Chunfeng Building for people to enjoy."

   "People are slaves, officials are swords..."

  The sound was so shrill that everyone who heard it was terrified.

   "I beg the immortals to uphold justice for us!"

   Tens of thousands of people knelt down one after another behind them, many of them covered their faces and wept, and the whole city was filled with crying for a while.

  When hearing the word "immortal", all the grievances that the common people have suffered on a daily basis cannot be overwhelmed, even the iron-clad man's eyes are red.

  People can't hide their grievances in front of their close relatives, and children always cry to their father habitually.

  Li Changsheng has no offspring, but the people of Liming, hundreds of millions of people in the world, were raised by him.

  The word "immortal", after thousands of years of evolution, has already carved a deep imprint on the human race.

  At this moment, the faces of all the people, including the city lord, were pale.

  Li Changsheng raised his hand, and everyone on the high platform was grabbed by an invisible force, and fell heavily onto the execution platform, their heads were bleeding and their teeth were broken.

   "The poor Taoist asked you, are there any common people?"

  They knelt down in front of Li Changsheng like a dead dog, and the indifferent voice made them tremble even more.

  The so-called status, dignity, and strength are all wiped out.

   In front of this mediocre man, no one can be superior to others.

  After a long time, no one dared to respond.

  He didn't even have the courage to lie in front of Li Changsheng.

   "The world is dirty again."

   Li Changsheng waved his sleeve, and the thunder fell and ashes disappeared.

  People die like a lamp goes out, and all their interpretation and prestige are gone with the wind at this moment.

   "Xiaoqi, pass on my order to thoroughly investigate the world. Officials are not benevolent to the barbarian clan, and the three clans are thoroughly investigated. Offenders will also be killed without mercy."

   "If you don't have enough to eat, you will feed the common people, then you don't need to feed them."

  The screen changes.

  Prime Minister Pan Jun saw that Xiangong was cracking down on corrupt officials like the recent government. Similar measures have been taken throughout the dynasties. Sometimes it is to achieve certain political goals, sometimes it is to suppress hostile forces, and sometimes it is purely to clean up internal forces.

   But without exception, no one can eradicate corruption indiscriminately.

  But Xiangong truly treats all people equally, even if it involves the powerful disciple of Nascent Soul, a certain Tianjiao who was trained as the head of the crime, will not escape the fate of being killed in the end.

  Yuanying Da Neng went to plead for mercy, but was struck to death by a thunderbolt.

  The world is so quiet, no one voices any objection.

  The Immortal is like a gigantic giant, where he walks on the ground, and there is no voice of opposition.

   One year later, Asgard.

  Prime Minister Pan Jun stood on top of the fairy palace made of white jade, among the many spiritual powers. Many Nascent Soul Golden Core cultivators bowed their heads respectfully, but he was the only one who was still standing.

  The Qingxuan Taoist conjured up a thick roster and handed it to Prime Minister Pan Jun. He felt his eyes spinning just by looking at it.

   It's not that there is a problem with the roster, but that the content inside is creepy.

  52,000 people, 50,000 people were executed within a year, and almost the entire ruling class of the human race was changed, only the middle and lower classes remained.

  Before, Daoist Qingxuan also said that it depends on the face of the person. After a year, these people will all be sent away by the immortal.

  If this is placed on other people, the script will be excessive reduction of feudal clans, local rebellions, and chaos in the world. Even in modern times, temples dare not really impress people like this, and don't give them any way to survive.

   But the immortal doesn't need to pay attention to this point. No one can stop the people he wants to kill, and no one opposes what he wants to do.

  And these prisoners were personally interrogated by immortals, which means that the possibility of misjudgment is extremely small, and everyone is guilty.

  Why is there such a high interrogation efficiency?

  Qingxuan seemed to see what he was thinking, and explained: "These 50,000 people were indeed interrogated by the head of the fairy himself. The Tao of the head of the fairy is enough for all purposes, or even all purposes, and the time spent on the interrogation is only one month."

   "If the elder thinks, he alone can support the operation of the whole society. So don't take yourself too seriously in front of the elder, stay humble, and stay in awe."

   "An immortal can be the way of heaven."

  Hearing this, Prime Minister Pan Jun looked up.

  The ordinary young man sat on the jade platform, his eyes were full of the universe, and he tapped the white jade table with his fingertips, and every subtle sound beat everyone's heartbeat.

  He looked down at the audience with faint eyes, and asked:

   "How long can it last after this one? Ten years, fifty years, or a hundred years? It doesn't matter. The life of the poor is very long, and the poor are not too troublesome."

  All the immortals bowed their heads, not daring to answer, and so did Prime Minister Pan Jun.

  This sentence is for the world at that time, and it is also for the world today.

  Because immortals live in today's world.

  Prime Minister Pan Jun's fear reached its peak, but instead of panicking, it dissipated quickly, and what remained was a kind of calm.

  He understood today what is a living immortal and what is Li Changsheng.

   What Taoist Master Qingxuan wants the temple to see is not "immortals with kind hearts", but to make them realize what they are facing.

   This is not a person, but a fairy.

  The concretization of the ultimate individual mighty power.

  People compromise with reality, and reality compromises with immortals.

  (end of this chapter)

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