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

"I know that everyone may have a question in their mind - what exactly is the law? Is it those thick books, or those legal terms that are hard to understand? In the eyes of ordinary people, it is not."

The law is very simple; it boils down to two words: fairness.

Everyone knows that lawsuits are expensive and difficult, so why do ordinary people still go through with them? Isn't it because they want fairness and justice? I know that changing things is difficult, and pursuing fairness and justice sometimes comes at a great cost.

But who should bear this cost? It should absolutely not be the ordinary people.

We cannot allow them to sacrifice their own lives, the lives of their families, or even the lives of generations, to bear the cost of fairness and justice.

The mountain wind blew across the five-star red flag on the flagpole, making the flag flutter above his head as if keeping time for each word.

"Our country's criminal law has a total of 452 articles and 56,681 words."

From beginning to end, it all boils down to four words: fairness and justice.

Isn't this the most basic and simple expectation of every ordinary person? If we, as people's cadres, cannot speak up for them, cannot seek justice for them, then what use are we? What is the law? The law is the principles of heaven, the laws of the country, and human sentiment.

I do not believe in laws without justice, nor do I believe in justice without human compassion.

I hope that everyone here, whether you are a grassroots cadre or a Taoist priest, a tourist or an ordinary citizen, will speak from the bottom of your heart and make a decision that is true to your conscience.

We must respond to the demands of every Chinese person, to their emotions, and to their most basic expectations with true fairness and justice.

He slightly raised his chin, and the Party emblem on his chest flashed in the sunlight.

His voice wasn't loud, but its penetrating power silenced the entire square, and even the mountain breeze seemed to slow its pace at that moment.

"Let everyone in the world understand this: the law is meant to make it more costly for bad people to commit crimes, not to make it more costly for good people to take action."

The law cannot yield to illegality.

The entire venue was silent for a full three seconds, and then applause erupted like a torrent throughout the entire mountain gate square.

No one gave instructions, no one took the lead, but everyone applauded enthusiastically from the bottom of their hearts.

The tourists applauded, the Taoist priests applauded, the accompanying staff applauded, Director Li applauded, and Zhang Zhiwei also applauded.

The applause rang out for a while, echoing through the valley and startling several flocks of egrets in the ancient camphor tree.

As the applause subsided, the loudspeakers in the square suddenly blared out—a majestic and familiar melody exploded in the air above the mountain gate square.

The prelude to the national anthem was powerful and resonant; every note seemed to strike a chord in everyone's heart.

Everyone in the square—tourists, Taoist priests, staff, and leaders—straightened their backs and turned towards the flagpole, facing the brand-new five-star red flag that was fluttering in the mountain wind.

Zhuge Ming stood on the flag platform, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He raised his right hand, his five fingers together, pointing to his temple, and gave a standard military salute to the red flag.

Zhang Zhiwei stood in front of the flagpole, looking up slightly at the red flag, his aged eyes even becoming a little moist.

He slowly raised his right hand—the movement was somewhat rusty, as if he hadn't done it for many years, but he was still meticulous.

Behind him, Zhang Lingyu and dozens of Taoist followers from the Celestial Master's Mansion in the square all raised their right hands in unison.

Director Li stood at the front of the staff line, his polo shirt soaked with sweat several times over, the veins on his neck bulging slightly from the effort and excitement. He sang the first line in the loudest and proudest voice he had ever uttered.

Tourists put down their phones and parasols, some took off their hats, and some picked up their children so that the children could also see the red flag.

The voices of hundreds of people mingled together in front of the mountain gate, echoing for a long time among the peaks of Longhu Mountain.

The red flag fluttered in the wind, and the songs echoed through the valley. The brand-new white marble flagpole reflected a warm yet firm light in the sunlight.

The photographer stood at the edge of the square, pointed his lens at the young man on the flagpole who was giving a standard military salute and the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind above his head, and pressed the shutter.

The scene was perfectly captured at that moment.

The inspection tour has concluded.

The convoy slowly drove down the mountain along the same route they had come from.

……

But Zhuge Ming left behind more than just those resounding speeches and work plans.

Using this incident as a pretext, he issued a formal directive in front of Director Li and Zhang Zhiwei—to strengthen the protection of traditional culture and the safety and interests of the people, and to maintain public order.

That same evening, the directive was implemented through a joint document issued by the Provincial Department of Culture and Tourism and the Provincial Public Security Department.

Overnight, a police brigade was added to the front of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain.

It's not an ordinary brigade; it's a brigade with enhanced organization—including daily patrol posts by public security police and mobile patrol posts by special police, and it's almost as if they've deployed armed police for counter-terrorism.

Their jurisdiction is clear and straightforward: the entire tourist activity area in the front of Longhu Mountain is under their control.

A fixed police checkpoint has also been set up at the entrance of the mountain in front of the Tianshi Mansion. Two police officers and one armed police officer take turns on duty to check the documents and register the identities of suspicious persons entering and leaving the mountain.

The sign reads eight characters: "Maintain order, serve the people."

Zhang Zhiwei stood at the mountain gate, looking at the police officers standing ramrod straight next to the brand-new sentry post. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

They dared not be angry, nor dared they speak out.

He simply sighed silently, shook his head, and said to Zhang Lingyu behind him, "I'll need to bring an extra ID card when I go out from now on," before turning around and going back to the back of the mountain to meditate.

……

As the day passed, the entire Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain and the relevant local departments felt as if they had received a painful, vivid, and chilling political and ideological education lesson.

The chain reaction began to quietly unfold at all levels that very evening.

The disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion received an unwritten but tacitly understood internal notice: from now on, if they see any suspicious individuals posing as Taoist priests, monks, or other religious figures, whether inside or outside the mountains, they should arrest them first, without waiting for the police to arrive…

The Guixi City Education Bureau convened an emergency meeting early the next morning with all principals of primary and secondary schools and vocational schools in the city. The meeting had only one topic—the issue of the student ID card stamp; anyone found to be negligent in stamping would be punished.

The Guixi City Culture and Tourism Bureau conducted a thorough review overnight of all the personnel files of those who had entered the system through special recruitment or exemption from examinations in the past three years. The bureau chief personally oversaw the process, and the personnel department worked through the night to ensure that anyone found to have gotten in through connections was dealt with on the spot.

The red flag at the Celestial Master's Mansion has never been lowered since that day; it rises with the sunrise and falls with the sunset every day.

The Taoist priest on duty would stand under the flagpole for a while every morning and evening, watching the flag rise or fall properly before leaving with peace of mind.

Tourists still come and go in the square, and incense still swirls in the air.

Everyone who passes by the flagpole can't help but glance twice at the five characters engraved on the bronze plaque—"Serve the People." (I won't lie to the viewers in the comments.)

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