With the power of the double demon god, it is very quick to collect information.

After Pan Long returned to the Jiuzhou Realm, he only took half an hour to understand the past nine months.

Of course, he still couldn't understand those secret things for the time being, but just the well-known ones was enough that he was at a loss.

It is not that he has thought that reformists and conservatives may turn against each other and that the weapons of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons.

In the end, most of the time, you have to use fists or knives to solve the problem.

You can use force, it shouldn't be like this!

Not to mention the ghostly imperial tomb, the suspected mastermind behind Emperor Jiazi, and the Emperor Cangqiong who died and resurrected.

If others don’t say that Di Cangqiong was killed by his teacher, at that time, Lie Yuko and Lan Lingkuang were probably watching from the side. If this guy could successfully kill him in front of the three masters, then he would probably not be the Blood Cangqiong in the Legend of the Emperor, but the Blood Nervous in the Legend of the Swordsman of Shushan!

He thought about it and went to find two acquaintances first.

Tang Jingzhe and Shang Man.

Half a year has passed since the blood of the God of God. Emperor Guimao has passed the first Dragon Boat Festival. If it is today, it will be stable. Tang Jingzhe and Shang Man are dealing with work in the Fengshang Department, and it seems that the situation is not bad.

When they saw Pan Long appear, the two were overjoyed and asked about the results of the previous competition.

"Senior Tie's magical powers are naturally above me." Pan Long replied, "but he didn't make things difficult for me, he just trapped me."

Shang Man sighed, "It's just that when you are trapped, the world will change a lot!"

However, Tang Jingzhe was more open-minded and advised: "The world is always like this. It is very common for us to achieve any good results in a while. In any case, Daxia has changed its method once. If you want to imitate it again in the future, it should be easier to succeed."

After persuading Shangman, they began to introduce what happened in the past few months to Pan Long.

Generally speaking, there is no big difference between what Pan Long heard from folk gossip.

Pan Long frowned repeatedly when he heard this and asked, "Why did the late emperor suddenly change his mind?"

Tang Jingzhe shook his head: "He didn't say it. In my opinion, it may be because he was in poor health and wanted to pass the throne, so he suppressed the reformists and planned to let the prince ascend the throne and show kindness after he ascends the throne. "

Pan Long nodded slightly. Although he was a science student, he could understand this approach.

It is better to use mistakes than to make achievements, that's all.

However, even Tang Jingzhe and himself could understand this truth. Why would such a smart person, Cang Yuan, not understand? Why would he die of vomiting blood when he was so angry that he vomited blood?

It makes no sense!

He asked his doubts, but Tang Jingzhe could not answer.

The gods died of blood at night. There were so many deaths that afterwards, I sorted out the whole story, but found that many things were not left even by a witness.

For example, Cang Yuan vomited blood and died.

From Cang Yuan to his death, everyone he had contacted died that night.

The servants and the like followed Di Luonan to the palace; his wife Bai Yingxuan convinced the reformists in the army and brought them to the palace together.

None of them could live to see the end of that night.

So this matter became a headless case.

"Fortunately, Pan Guanfeng, you are back, and things will be easier." Tang Jingzhe showed a smile on his tired face, "With your ability to bring back the dead, the matter of the day will definitely be completely revealed!"

Pan Long nodded slightly, too lazy to go to Shendu to open the coffin for Cangyuan. He directly reached out to Shendu and grabbed it, smiled slightly, and shouted: "Brother Cangyuan, there is still a lot of work waiting for you, come back and work overtime!"

Everyone laughed when they said this, but they saw the lotus light rising under his command, and the shadow of Cang Yuan appeared, but they just smiled and shook their heads.

Pan Long was stunned and Cang Yuan was unwilling to be resurrected?!

Seeing the lotus blooming and fading, Cangyuan could not appear, Tang Jingzhe and Shang Man looked at each other, not knowing what went wrong.

"Brother Cang doesn't want to be resurrected...I'll go and ask him."

Pan Long explained, then sat down and closed his eyes.

A blue and yellow aura flashed in front of him, and he had already appeared in a bustling country town. The residents in the town were in constant contact, everyone was harmonious, everyone had a smile on their faces without pressure, and they looked comfortable.

This is the Pure Land of Buddhism, where all the good people in the Jiuzhou world can spend a stable and peaceful life here after their death, and then choose a new place to go.

The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss has been built for a long time, but the massive merit required is still not fully collected. In the end, it was thanks to Pan Long's investment, so he was able to complete the work. He provided more than 30% of the merits alone, and he was a real "big shareholder".

Not to mention that he has cultivated himself to a long life, even if he is still a mortal, he can borrow the power of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss at any time as long as he is willing, and naturally he can come here to visit at any time.

Cangyuan did a lot of good things for the country and the people, and he could be called good. As long as he was willing, he could of course come here after his death.

At this moment, he was standing at the door of the simple house in front of Pan Long, holding a book in his hand. Isn’t it him!

Cang Yuan looks very energetic, at least much better than the dark circles and overtime look I have seen before. It seems that he is quite comfortable in this Pure Land of Pure Land.

Seeing Pan Long coming, he smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Pan, there are only people in the world who catch living people to work. How can anyone die for more than half a year and have to go back to work overtime!"

Although he was complaining, his tone was very gentle and relaxed, and he clearly had a teasing voice.

Pan Long also smiled and said, "Your achievements have not been completed yet, so how could you want to rest so early! Go back with me honestly, the reform has not yet been completed."

Cang Yuan looked slightly depressed and said, "The reform may still have a future, but what I can do and what I should do has ended here."

Pan Long frowned: "How do you say this?"

"In the 'Da Xia' system, we have almost done everything we can do. Even if there is still a little left, it is just a little bit of it."

Seeing that Pan Long was still confused, he said with a wry smile: "Brother Pan, who should preside over the reform?"

"Of course, it is the emperor and the prime minister who are co-chaired."

"When the late emperor was there, our reformists were the sharp swords of the court, and he was responsible for doing all the offensive things and leaving the new king with a new good situation. This is the fundamental reason why he can tolerate our reforms."

"But now, the new king is not long after he was established, and it is time for him to stabilize the court with his loyal staff. Can he allow our old ministers under Brother Luo Nan to call for the wind and rain and control the court?"

Cang Yuan looked sad: "The pillar of reform is nothing more than the emperor's plan and our efforts. Now that these two pillars are gone, how can we start the reform...?"

Before Pan Long answered, Cang Yuan continued, "Actually, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I heard the news released by the First Emperor, I knew that the situation was hopeless and there was no return. So I was so angry that I was so angry that I vomited blood and died. Alas! I was really too anxious that day! I thought it would be over, but I didn't expect that so many people would be implicated!"

Pan Long was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, your death may not be as you imagined..."

Next, he told Cang Yuan what he knew about the Tiangang and the Earth Demons.

At the beginning of the establishment of Daxia in the past, Emperor Jiazi and Wen Chao used both soft and hard work, fooling a group of demon gods to guard the Zhoutian formation for Daxia and protect the national fortune. Originally, they agreed in advance that after the two of them had cultivated themselves, they gave up the path they occupied and helped these demon gods to practice immortals and Buddhas. Unexpectedly, thousands of years have passed, they neither gave way to death nor fulfilled their agreement.

Therefore, the Tiangang and the Earth Demons were already furious and determined to destroy the Daxia Dynasty, seeking freedom and revenge.

Although this group of people was trapped in the Zhoutian formation, they were the masters who could have made all the peerless heroes use tricks to cheat and cheat. When they joined forces, even Tie Feiyan had no choice but to be forced to cooperate.

The reason behind Di Renchen's advance pass and Cang Yuan's angrily died was probably because of their reasons.

After hearing Pan Long's explanation, Cang Yuan was a little shocked, but soon felt relieved.

"So that's it...so that's it!" He murmured several times and sighed, "Since that's the case, there's nothing to say. It turns out that Daxia's luck has ended and it's irrescue!"

"You can't say that. Although Tiangang and Earth Demon are powerful, they have not been able to completely escape the situation after all."

"But what's the point?" Cang Yuan asked, "Daxia has cheated them for many years, and now they want to take revenge, which is reasonable. And... to fight against such a large group of demon gods, even Brother Pan, no matter how powerful you are, it will be very difficult."

Pan Long was silent.

Bragging is not his habit, and he is not good at lying to lie.

Cang Yuan was also silent. After a long time, he said, "Brother Pan, what do you think is the most hindering reform?"

Pan Long thought for a while and asked, "Vested interests group?"

"This word is used very appropriately!" Cang Yuan nodded with a smile, "No matter where we stand on Mid-Autumn Festival night, we are ultimately the people who have already benefited from the 'Da Xia Dynasty' group. Compared with the conservatives, our reformists can indeed give up some immediate benefits for the long-term benefit, but... how much can we give up?"

He looked at the lively town not far away, and his expression was relieved: "In the past, there was a saying that the so-called tripod was from the inside out and from the top to the bottom, just a paste. Only from the outside to the inside and from the bottom to the top can it have a fundamental role."

"I thought he was too extreme and pessimistic back then. Now I understand, what he said is actually correct."

"The conservatives in the court refused to give up their interests; the emperor wanted to safeguard his authority, and the interests he wanted to give up were very limited; a large number of middle and lower-level talents should make progress and benefit; at least 700% of the people in the 11 states of Daxia had difficulty living and were stripped of too many interests at all levels... Everyone needs their own interests!"

He closed his eyes and murmured to himself: "Even if I, Cangyuan, have no way to move and change on the needle tip, taking into account the interests of all parties!"

Pan Long advised: "You have done your best to do your best. In life, you don't expect everything to go well. It's enough to do your best."

Cang Yuan seemed not to hear his words and continued, "The wealth and honor of the world are allocated by others after all. Those who master the channels for distribution of wealth will of course distribute more to themselves. As a result, the rich become richer and richer, and the poor become poorer and poorer. Over time, even if a group of rich people are killed from time to time and divide the wealth status of these people, most of them will inevitably fall into the hands of other rich people, and there are very few that the poor and humble people can get."

"Wen Xiang said that this is the sign of the end of the world. Just as time has a cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, people have a replacement of birth, old age, sickness and death, and the same is true for dynasties. If a dynasty is at the time when a group of rich people is killed, it cannot make the poor and humble people get enough benefits; or if it is just a time when the rich people are simply unable to kill the rich people... It is at the time when the sickness is terminal, and only by pushing down and killing enough rich people to give up the occupied interests can we ease the contradictions in the world and open up a fresh and prosperous era."

"It's not just that," Pan Long said. "Development itself can also ease the contradiction."

"The same was true in the past, but Wen Xiang said that the so-called development is nothing more than to stop the boiling. After all, there is a day when you can't be perfunctory. If you don't say anything else, you may have 70 to 80% of the profits of the development. At first glance, everyone is living better, but in fact, the growth rate of the rich is several times that of the poor and the poor... In the end, it is probably like climbing a mountain to the top. Since you can't ascend to heaven, the rest can only jump and fall to pieces..."

Pan Long sighed, not knowing how to comfort him.

The solution to the problem in the era of the Great Federation is to use Skynet to bypass the "distribution" of society to a certain level of technological progress. It is not necessary to leave those responsible for distribution. Distribution is much easier than scientific research. To handle the distribution of the entire society, there is no need for strong AI. Big data and weak AI, distribution efficiency and fairness will kill any political system in the past in seconds.

But that huge progress did not fall from the sky, but was finally obtained by generations of people, thinking, exploring, and fighting...

The Jiuzhou World, the Daxia Dynasty... do not have that condition yet.

Cang Yuan shook his head repeatedly, looking sad. Obviously, this question has troubled him for a long time, but he cannot find an answer that satisfies him.

After a long time, he said, "I have been bothering these things before my lifetime, but I am still worried after my death. However, with the news about Brother Pan, I found that my troubles were actually a bit redundant."

"How do you say this?"

"The real trouble in Daxia lies in the Tiangang and Earth Evil gods that support Daxia, and they have even become enemies with us. The poor and humble people can find ways to make them patient, or they can kill some wealthy people and give them benefits... But we really can't imagine that the Tiangang and Earth Evil gods are about to perish in Daxia."

He opened his eyes and his smile became free and easy again: "Since it is unimaginable, then I was dead or alive at the beginning, and there was no difference. I thought the blood on the Mid-Autumn Night shouldn't be shed. Now it seems, it's actually natural."
Chapter completed!