Disasters affecting millions of people are never something that can be solved by the efforts of a few ordinary people.
Even if a person is full of passion and wholeheartedly dedicated to serving the people, it's still not acceptable.
Even in this world, when a plague strikes, neither the government nor the royal family can do anything about it.
Aside from some barely effective herbal medicine, the only option was to race against the germs to see who could die first.
Once everyone within the affected area has died, the plague will naturally stop spreading.
Once the pathogens die off from lack of new nutrients, the remaining people will naturally be safe.
This is a move that results in mutual destruction.
However, it is one of the most frequently used and most effective techniques throughout history.
It may be the only effective one.
The Imperial Advisor returned not long ago.
He was an elderly man with a rather otherworldly and venerable air about him.
His position was appointed by the previous emperor, who is now the retired emperor.
The young emperor had no intention of targeting the veteran officials; all those who had not been deeply antagonized during the prince's reign were retained in their old positions.
The Imperial Advisor was naturally among them.
However, his existence not only represented the appointment by the previous emperor, but also the previous belief.
Even during the reign of the retired emperor, the dynasty still had religious beliefs.
Agricultural societies are blessed by rain and suffer from rain, so they naturally hold the Sea God King controls the rain in the highest esteem.
Before Wang Wen appeared, most people worshipped the Sea God King of the Eastern Border Sea.
People offer sacrifices and prayers, hoping that the coming year will not be too rainy or completely dry.
That's why the retired emperor gathered 200,000 people and sent the imperial advisor to escort them to the Sea God King as a sacrifice.
So the Imperial Advisor went on a business trip.
When I got back, I saw...
Not only was the emperor changed.
Even the god has been changed.
The Sea God King has been replaced by some " Demon Lord"!
This made him very sad.
After all, how could someone who had "believed" in the Sea God King for half their life accept being suddenly told to switch their faith?
The older a person is, the more stubborn they become; the Imperial Preceptor was unwilling to change his faith.
He highly praised Sea God King.
They have led the worship for many years.
Wouldn't it seem frivolous of him to just change things up like that?
Besides, this is a real god who always "manifests himself before people"?
How can God always be so effective?
Can someone who grants every request still be called a god?
Besides, if the gods became so real, how could he, the imperial advisor, possibly maintain his position?
How can you skim the profits from the middle?
The same principle applies everywhere: cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. If you dare to cut off my livelihood, I don't care if you're a god or a ghost, you'll all be driven off the altar!
The Grand Preceptor had made up his mind to rebel against the "new god".
However, the " Demon Lord" cast a spell to pacify the world a couple of days ago, and his power was too great, so he didn't dare to jump out and cause trouble.
If you ask him whether he believes it or not, he doesn't.
Having lived most of his life and served as the imperial advisor for many years, he believed that all so-called magic was nothing more than a trick to deceive the people.
Even the Sea God King he admired was just a backdrop.
Good fortune and misfortune, birth, aging, sickness and death are all predestined; there is no god to defy fate and change one's destiny.
The emperor needs to appease the people.
He also needed a pretext to amass wealth and fame.
So the two of them tacitly cooperated in the act.
Now there's someone else taking my job!
Relying on their superior skills in using deception, they dared to call themselves gods.
The Imperial Advisor could not tolerate this.
He quietly arranged for his men to be on the move, waiting for the right opportunity.
Nowadays, leprosy is recurring all over the world.
He felt the time had come.
Not long after.
A saying began to circulate among the people.
The so-called " Demon Lord" who saves people from suffering and brings peace to the world is nothing but a fraud.
This cannot fundamentally cure the disease.
The improvement a few days ago was just an illusion, a fluke.
It just so happened that the state government was distributing grain, and having eaten and drunk my fill, I naturally felt much more comfortable.
Did you think you were cured?
It turned out that it didn't work at all.
Instead, it got worse.
More people died, and faster.
Providing water from drought-stricken water sources is a short-sighted and detrimental measure.
Instead of addressing the root cause of the rainfall problem, it led to an excessive gathering of people, thus triggering this unprecedented disaster.
It was all a lie by a liar.
For the world to return to normal, the Sea God King must send rain from the sky.
It truly replenishes the water source with pure and healthy "heavenly water," and washes away the filth and diseases of the world.
This is the set of arguments.
It becomes especially credible in the face of a recurring plague.
Many foolish commoners immediately turned around and began worshipping the Sea God King again.
It's not that they are not devout.
When it comes to life and death, you should pray to whichever god you think is reliable.
They were all very devout.
After all, they had no other choice but to pray to gods and Buddhas.
The imperial advisor was pleased with the immediate results of his arrangements.
He felt he had regained control and the power to speak.
So he went before the young emperor and proposed a redistribution of the spoils.
The young emperor, who was engrossed in studying with Wang Wen and his entourage how to suppress the plague again, turned as black as ink after hearing the Grand Preceptor's words.
He stared intently at the Imperial Advisor and demanded, "Did you spread those troublesome rumors?!"
The Imperial Preceptor, with an air of otherworldly wisdom, stroked his long beard and said with a smile, "Whether it was my doing or not is no longer important. What matters is that the people have regained their piety towards the Sea God King! With the plague raging, as the East Sea True Man, I believe Your Majesty should issue an edict as soon as possible, ordering all people to offer their most precious treasures so that I can perform a ritual to request pure celestial water from the Sea God King!"
The young emperor was so angry that his veins bulged when he heard that the other party was still thinking about amassing wealth at such a time.
He gritted his teeth and gritted his throat, saying, "How dare you so blatantly wreak havoc on the world! Aren't you afraid I'll just chop you down with one stroke?"
The Imperial Advisor paused slightly as he stroked his beard.
I glanced around.
Shaking his head with an air of confidence, he laughed and said, "I am but a humble old man, and I still have a few unworthy disciples. Now that the Sea God King has returned, if I were to die at Your Majesty's hands, I fear my unworthy disciples would lead the angry people to commit heinous acts. I urge Your Majesty to reconsider."
At the end, he glanced, seemingly casually, at Wang Wen, who remained silent beside him.
His eyes held no trace of smugness.
The young emperor was filled with rage but was powerless to do anything about it.
He was well aware of the complex and powerful forces the Grand Preceptor had amassed over the years.
Especially in such turbulent times.
If we were to actually take a stand and kill the Imperial Advisor to directly confront the forces behind him, the world would surely descend into chaos!
The imperial advisor made the right bet.
The young man dared not touch him.
They didn't dare touch a single hair.
Wang Wen, who was being "pointed" at with a disdainful look by the Imperial Advisor, felt somewhat speechless.
He had no interest in the Grand Preceptor's petty scheming and power struggles.
The two sides are not even on the same level.
But now, unfortunately for the Imperial Advisor, his "interests" have been affected – the people's beliefs have shifted, and he has gained far less divine power!
Wang Wen looked at the smug Imperial Advisor.
He chuckled and said to the other person, "I might not be able to kill you, but I can make you feel incredibly good."
He casually cast an Illusory Realm spell on the Imperial Advisor.
The Imperial Advisor froze on the spot.
His eyes wandered aimlessly, unfocused.
Before long, a look of extreme terror appeared on his face.
The young emperor asked Wang Wen with a puzzled look, "What's wrong with him? He wasn't wrong about one thing: the East Sea True Man truly cannot die, otherwise the world will surely descend into chaos."
Wang Wen comforted him, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. It's really just a bit of fun."
The words had barely left his mouth.
A plant sphere flew rapidly into the palace.
The sphere landed near Wang Wen and unfolded.
The spirit Fox appeared before Wang Wen, bringing back the returned Mo Ran.
Mo Ran quickly took a few steps and placed a prop in Wang Wen's hand.
A unique treasure with three hundred layers: the [ All-Illnesses-Vanquishing Lamp ]!