One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

He leaned forward slightly, interlacing his fingers on his knees, and his tone shifted from casual conversation to a more formal and serious work report, while maintaining just the right amount of friendliness: "Our country's education has always aimed to cultivate socialist builders and successors who are well-rounded in moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor education. Culture is virtue, it is the soul."

I accepted the Party organization's assignment to study culture diligently and make up for previous shortcomings. This trip to Jiangxi, where I'm working for the Department of Culture and Tourism, is specifically to gain a better understanding and experience of Taoist culture. What are your thoughts on Taoist culture, Chairman Feng? Take the Luotian Grand Ritual held at the Tianshi Mansion on Longhu Mountain in Shangqing Town, Guixi City, Yingtan, Jiangxi Province, as an example—what are your opinions?

Feng Zhenghao picked up his teacup, took a sip, and lingered his fingers on the rim of the cup for a moment as he put it down.

He spoke with a slightly more cautious tone, but still maintained his usual composure and tact: "My esteemed leaders, I do not know much about Taoist culture. However, I deeply respect the Celestial Master, with the utmost sincerity."

I dare not boast about my knowledge of Taoist culture, as I have not studied it in depth. However, as far as I know, the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain is the ancestral home of the Zhengyi sect, which has been passed down for nearly two thousand years and is one of the most important lineages of Taoism.

Taoism is an indigenous religion of China, practically the state religion. Its teachings are incredibly profound, beyond the comprehension of most. One would likely need to spend several years in seclusion in the mountains to cultivate the Tao to even grasp a fraction of its essence.

After listening, Zhuge Ming nodded, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

After putting down his cup, he didn't speak immediately. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, as if savoring something—perhaps tea, or perhaps the sense of propriety in Feng Zhenghao's words.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud but each word clear and forceful.

"President Feng's words are very insightful and pragmatic. Take culture for example—what China lacks most is culture, and what it lacks most is also culture. Why do I say this? Throughout history, starting from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods when the Hundred Schools of Thought contended, various schools of thought were discussing culture at length."

The reason for the flourishing of diverse schools of thought is that each school's arguments have some merit. This has been passed down for thousands of years, leading to the emergence of numerous sects, organizations, and prominent families in modern society.

Our country has established many related policies to protect these cultural heritages. Take Taoism, for example; there is a Taoist Association. Other policies have also been established, the most important being religious and cultural freedom—under the leadership of the Party and the state, it extends nationwide, internationally, and globally.

He paused, his gaze shifting from Feng Zhenghao's face to Zhao Fangxu's, then back to Feng Zhenghao. His smile remained gentle and composed, but every word he uttered next was measured and weighted precisely: "Of course, that includes the world of supernatural beings. President Feng, do you think—the direction of national policy is correct?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhenghao didn't hesitate for even a second.

He placed the teacup steadily on the coffee table, sat up slightly, and said in a tone even more sincere than one might during a party membership oath: "That's for sure—yes! Undoubtedly! Leaders, although my educational level isn't high, I am a person who loves culture. Since the national policy promotes it, as a citizen of China, I am determined to lead the way, without hesitation!"

Zhuge Ming put down his teacup and clapped his hands a few times slowly and deliberately.

Seeing this, Zhao Fangxu also started clapping, while turning slightly to look at Zhuge Ming, as if waiting for the next key sentence.

Zhuge Ming turned to Zhao Fangxu, his tone filled with a hint of satisfaction and affirmation, like a leader giving an evaluation after listening to a subordinate's work report: "Chairman Zhao, you're right—Chairman Feng truly deserves to be called a socialist builder, responding to the nation's call with a high level of ideological awareness. You made the right decision to bring me here to meet Chairman Feng today."

Zhao Fangxu quickly picked up the conversation, his smile perfectly timed, his voice just the right temperature—neither overly enthusiastic nor overly cold, possessing the tact that comes with decades of experience within the system: "Director Zhuge, as the company's chairman, and Chairman Feng as a member of the company's 'Ten Elders' Council, his ideological awareness is certainly not lacking. Over the years, Chairman Feng has contributed significantly to the country's economic construction and social development, paying taxes, creating jobs, and engaging in public welfare—he hasn't neglected any of it. I have confidence in him."

Zhuge Ming nodded, turned to Feng Zhenghao, his smile even gentler than before, and his tone more sincere and open, as if he were having a formal conversation with a collaborator he had already taken a liking to: "President Feng, meeting you today—whether in terms of cultural refinement or ideological awareness—is impeccable. In our Chinese supernatural community, whether it's the Ten Elders or various sects and organizations, after meeting President Feng today, I feel very hopeful for my work ahead."

He leaned forward slightly, placed his hands crossed on the coffee table, and changed the subject, his tone shifting from praise to frankness. Every word carried the weight of business but not lacking sincerity: "Then I'll speak frankly. As Chairman Feng said, since the reform and opening up, the country has demanded a culturally strong nation, which requires the collection, organization, summarization, compilation, and confirmation of intangible cultural heritage."

Why is this for? It's for our descendants, for the future. Our Chinese civilization has a history of five thousand years; of all the civilizations in the world, only the Chinese civilization has been passed down through generations—other countries that compare themselves to us in terms of culture are simply uncultured.

Zhao Fangxu immediately clapped his hands, his expression sincere and solemn, his voice filled with heartfelt agreement: "Director Zhuge is absolutely right! This is an objective fact, beyond doubt."

Zhuge Ming slightly raised his hand to signal Zhao Fangxu not to applaud, then continued speaking, his tone still gentle and steady, but the content of his words grew heavier with each sentence, like a hammer striking nails one by one on the table: "What I'm saying are all objective facts. In order for intangible cultural heritage to be better passed down, the country has also introduced many policies."

This time, I'll take charge and begin the first phase of work—to help our community of supernatural beings better integrate into the larger family of society. Considering the changes and turmoil in the community over the years, whether it's sects, organizations, small groups, or even individuals with specific lineages, many have withered away, some even causing widespread uproar. I won't give examples.

He slowed his speech slightly, emphasizing each word: "The country belongs not only to me, but also to you, and to all the people. We cannot do this. For these cultural heritages that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years, national policies will be implemented one after another. The inheritors and the state will jointly protect these cultural heritages, and they will be archived under their real names, so that our descendants will also know where their roots are."