Zhang Feixuan couldn't help but frown when he heard this. What's wrong with the mortals in this city? Are they all so arrogant
Song Yin pretended not to hear and continued, "They think they have everything if they have money, but it's not their fault. That's the message they received. These people also think they have everything if they have money, so they can serve those who have gold and silver just to earn a few taels of silver."
"This gold and silver is nothing to some people, but to ordinary people, it is necessary for life. Everything is just for survival, because money can buy a lot of things."
He raised his glass, drank it in one gulp, and said, "Money can buy wine and food, it can buy food, which is what people need. Money can buy a house, that is where people live. It can buy clothes, that is what people wear. It can buy a car and a horse, that is what people travel."
"It's not that you have everything if you have money, it's because everything in the world can be exchanged for money. This is a power that we have since gold and silver were discovered, and there is nothing wrong with that."
"I was wrong when I said it was the dignity of a human being. Because they do not have the power to exchange gold and silver for things, they naturally have no dignity."
"It's just to survive, to do what needs to be done to survive."
"The driver is right, the waiter is right, the maid is right, and this group of rich people are also right."
He poured himself another glass of wine and said, "But people should not be arrogant, nor should they be servile. Everyone yearns for a good life, but it should not be obtained by oppressing others, nor should it be at the cost of violating dignity and conscience in exchange for that little bit of life."
He looked at the waiter, then at the maids and young masters.
The young man was about to refute, but when he met Song Yin's eyes, he was unable to utter a word.
After Song Yin drank another cup, he suddenly stood up and pointed at the waiter: "Doesn't he want to earn money just by speaking? Why does he have to kneel down and flatter?!"
The waiter's body was shocked. He was a little confused at first, but this sentence made him lower his head.
Who wants to kneel when you can make money while standing
He had only kneeled before his parents.
Song Yin pointed at the maids again, "Don't they want to make money just by playing music? Why do they have to expose their breasts and smile and serve?!"
The maids who were serving wine froze up, their smiling faces gradually lost their smiles, and they fell silent.
Song Yin pointed at the group of young masters again, "These people think that money is everything. They use money to pave the way and oppress others. They are wrong, but they don't have this concept. They think that this is the way the world is, and they are complacent and unhappy."
"And them, and this building!"
Song Yin pointed forward and said, "Eating is eating. If we use the taste of dishes and the environment to distinguish high and low, there is nothing to say, but there is no distinction between high and low. There is only who can afford to eat and who can't, not who can get in and who can't."
"But they are not wrong, they just think so!"
"They are both right, but the behavior itself is wrong, so who is wrong?"
Song Yin stood in front of the terrace and looked forward.
From here, you can overlook half of the city. You can see the passers-by in a hurry, the rich men who give priority to drinking tea in wealthy houses, and the so-called common people who eat coarse food in low bungalows.
"But it shouldn't be like this!"
"Whether there is gold or silver or not, people can look each other in the eye and survive standing up! If they can't look each other in the eye and survive standing up, it's not their fault!"
"It's the world's fault!"
"The world is wrong, so we must correct it and restore it to normal. Let those evil people who benefit from it be turned into ashes and never dare to do anything wrong again!"
White mist surged over his body.
The moment it appeared, Zhang Feixuan and the others stepped back subconsciously, and the people around them felt their legs trembling and couldn't even hold their guns steady.
Mortals cannot have supernatural powers, so this is.
"Immortal!"
The waiter standing nearby knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
"You see, gold and silver are not omnipotent, and power is not omnipotent either, because gold, silver and power are in the hands of the powerful. Only the powerful are omnipotent. Am I better than you?"
The white steam made Song Yin's hair dance wildly. He looked at the stunned young masters and asked.
These young masters were unable to speak and their faces turned pale.
Song Yin flicked his sleeves, and the kneeling waiter stood up and walked away as if lifted by the wind.
"Don't kneel. I am no different from you. I was born of the same mother. I eat the same rice, flour, meat and vegetables. I sleep on the same ordinary bed. I walk on the same ground that everyone steps on!"
"Some people want you to kneel down, want you to be slaves for eternity, and even be proud of it. Remember, this is an evil way!"
Song Yin took a deep breath, and as his fists tightened, he roared, "I, the Jinxian Sect, will not agree to such evil ways. I, Song Yin, will not agree to it!"
boom!
The white gas turned into willows and became bunches of tassels, which spread out towards the ceiling like snakes, instantly piercing through the ceiling and reaching the highest point of the building. Then the ceiling collapsed, and a human figure bound by the white gas fell from it, trapped in mid-air.
"Don't you think so? What an evil way!" Song Yin gritted his teeth.
The man bound by the white mist had a big belly, was dressed in silk, had a gold, silver and jade belt around his waist, and wore a felt hat inlaid with jade on his head. He was a classic image of a businessman.
But he was bound by the white mist and seemed to want to struggle, but he could not move at all.
His appearance made many people exclaim in surprise.
They knew this man. He was the one who bought the building where immortals once lived. He was also the largest businessman in the local area. It was said that all the properties in this city belonged to him!
"I don't know which Taoist friend is here. Please forgive me. I am You Fugui from the Quancai Sect!" The man shouted, "We have cooperated with the Yousheng Wusheng Sect. We are not evil. They sold this building to us."
Power and Wealth Sect.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Feixuan and the others looked at this man with playful eyes.
You Fugui was very confused. He had just made a deal with the Shengwusheng Sect and created a famine in order to control all industries in the city. He made the mortals in the city do things under the influence of power and wealth so that they could practice.
Including this building, it was given to them by Youshengwumen, and a huge sum of money was spent on it.
He had originally thought that he could stay here for a while before going to Kaiping City to take over. He also wanted to take over another city of mortals and practice together to improve his cultivation.
How did this become an evil way
"This is what evil is like. You can obviously eat and survive standing up, but they force you to kneel down for their own cultivation. What else can this be but evil?"
Song Yin gritted his teeth and said, "Your Quancai Sect is the real deal, even more evil than the evil sects I have encountered!"