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Chapter 153 A Call from the Poll Bureau

Since Daoist Qingyun is a Taoist priest, he must have known the rules when building the Taoist temple. Maybe he knew something or saw something, so he added the Baiwu Temple to the original Taoist temple.

Hearing what Feng Yun said here, Ma Xiaoling thought of something, lowered her head and started typing on the keyboard again.

Another file is projected out.

"The director is really good at predicting things.

Baiwu Temple is an existing Taoist temple on Baiwu Mountain. Even if Baiwu Mountain is to be developed as a tourist attraction, Baiwu Temple can be completely preserved without demolition.

The reason why the Baiwu Temple is to be demolished is to transform the Baiwu Temple into an ancient museum street.After investigation, it was found that the internal structure of Baiwu Temple used a very old method, and many of the objects inside were also dated.

Based on Daoist Qingyun's age, coupled with his obvious empty sleeves, the objects placed in the Taoist temple should not belong to Daoist Qingyun.

If calculated in this way, the current Baiwu Temple was really built by Daoist Qingyun based on the original Taoist temple! "

Anything can be found as long as there is information handed down.

This document also proved that Feng Yun's guess was completely correct.

"Sure enough!"

Nodding, Feng Yun finished reading the information, took a deep breath, looked at Ma Xiaoling, "Look for the contact number of Linjun county government immediately!"

"Even though it is still unclear what is sealed under the Taoist Temple, the White Mist Temple must not be dismantled, otherwise, there may be a catastrophe!
Let Linjun know. "

The few people present finally realized that this matter was really a big deal.

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At the same time, Linjun county mansion, clerical office.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell..."

The phone rang abruptly in a hurry.

Lin Wenshu hurriedly picked up the microphone.

You must know that the calls from the County Sheriff's Clerk's Office are all internal calls, so there should be no delay at all.

"Hello, Linjun Prefecture..."

While answering the phone, Lin Wenshu glanced at the number of the caller. It was the number of the military military office, but the number with the suffix seemed to be from Yan County.

The Yanjun military mansion doesn't seem to have any connection with their Linjun mansion, does it?

Not quite understanding why there was a call from the Yanjun Military Mansion, Lin Wenshu was puzzled.

"Hi, I'm Ma Xiaoling, a member of the Public Survey Army of Yanjun Military Mansion, can you transfer me to the county sheriff's office?"

A young female voice came through the microphone, with obvious urgency in her voice.

Lin Wenshu was naturally not familiar with Yanjun Military Mansion, let alone whether they had a polling bureau.

The caller number was indeed the number of Yan County Military Mansion, and the other party also showed her identity, but was it just transferred directly to the county sheriff's office?

For a while, Lin Wenshu didn't dare to call the shots.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment..."

Tactfully telling Ma Xiaoling on the other end of the phone that she was transferring the phone, covering the receiver, Lin Wenshu picked up another phone and called the sheriff's office.

"Sheriff, a member of the polling bureau of Yanjun Military Mansion called and said they wanted to transfer it to you. Look, do you want to connect it for you?"

Wei Jianshui, the prefect of Linjun, was discussing the development of Baiwu Mountain with the county magistrate, and he was also very puzzled when he heard what the document said.

"The Yan County Military Mansion has no friendship with us. What is their polling bureau calling me for?"

After complaining to Juncheng, Wei Jianshui still asked the secretary to answer the phone.

After all, he is a member of the Yanjun Military Mansion, so he still has to give him some face.

After a while, another voice rang out from the microphone.

"Hi, Governor Wei, I'm Ma Xiaoling, a member of the Public Survey Bureau of Yanjun Bingfu. I took the liberty of calling this time because I have something to tell you..."

Ma Xiaoling once again took the initiative to introduce her identity. They went across the county to find the sheriff of Lin County. Even though it was to help them, they had to be more modest in their attitude.

"It's like this. Our polling bureau saw the development of Baiwu Mountain on the Internet, and the director of our bureau found that Baiwu Mountain is quite special.

And try not to demolish the Baiwu Temple, otherwise it may cause a catastrophe and bring adverse effects to Lin County.

The chief asked me to make this phone call to remind Wei Junshou that Baiwu Temple has a lot to do with it, and nothing can be lost..."

After organizing a language, Ma Xiaoling explained the matter very politely.

"So it's about the White Mist Temple. I'm sorry for your worries, Chief. This is an important development project in our Lin County. Naturally, we will attach great importance to it. Thank you for reminding me. Express my gratitude to your Chief..."

Regarding Ma Xiaoling's words, Wei Jianshui just listened to the beginning and stopped listening.

You know, recently for the matter of Baiwu Temple, that damned Taoist priest has been blocking the enclosure and not allowing them to start work. Although the heat has been suppressed as much as possible, there is still news.

Quite a few people called Wei Jianshui to inquire about the news, and now even the Yanjun Military Mansion knew the news, which made Wei Jianshui even more dissatisfied.

After a few polite and perfunctory words, Wei Jianshui hung up the phone call which seemed inexplicable to him.

Jun Cheng, who reported the matter to Wei Jianshui in the sheriff's office, also heard the content of the phone call just now.

Looking at Wei Jianshui suspiciously, the magistrate couldn't help asking, "Governor, why did the people from the Yanjun Bingfu Polling Bureau call us? What kind of department is this polling bureau? I've never heard of such an organization under the Bingfu."

There is no friendship between the military offices of Linjun and Yanjun, let alone a department, especially such an unnecessary organization.

If it wasn't for the fact that the dedicated phone line couldn't be faked, he would have doubted the suspicious identity of the other party.

"Who knows what they mean? What kind of feudal superstition is the department of the dignified military mansion!
Besides, when will it be the turn of Yanjun Bingfu to intervene in our Linjun project?

If you say it, it will make people laugh out loud! "

Wei Jianshui waved his hand indifferently, and Wei Jianshui didn't take this phone call from the polling bureau to heart at all.

"The development of Baiwu Mountain tourist attraction is a joint development project of our Linjun Tourism Culture Management Department and Yusheng Real Estate. No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the Yanjun Bingfu. They called to stop our project development. Why, could it be that they are jealous of our project?"

When Jun Cheng heard this, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth a few times, it was really outrageous!
If the chief soldier of the Yanjun Military Mansion had called, maybe Wei Jianshui would have given him some face, but now it was a call from a member of a department under the Military Mansion, who would care?
Anyway, Wei Jianshui didn't care at all.

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Liuhuo Avenue, the polling bureau.

Hearing the busy tone from the microphone, Ma Xiaoling was a little surprised.

The sheriff just hung up the phone, did he really listen to his reminder?

She looked at Feng Yun worriedly, Ma Xiaoling was really worried.

"Director, I told the seriousness of the matter to the Sheriff of Lin County, but he didn't seem to listen much?"

Ma Xiaoling could still hear the other party's polite and perfunctory words.

Regarding Ma Xiaoling's worry, Feng Yun smiled, obviously he had expected it long ago.

"You can hear the perfunctory in his words, why didn't I hear it?

So it's hard to say what kind of decision he will make in the end! "

"Director, what do you mean, they won't listen to our reminder?"

Wang Xiaodao couldn't figure out the twists and turns in the county mansion, but he came to such a conclusion about the meaning of Feng Yun's words.

"Probably not."

Hearing this, everyone was even more surprised, Ma Xiaoling said: "Then why didn't you just make up a pretext or a story to scare the Sheriff of Lin County and make him retreat? Or call the Sheriff of Yan County directly and ask him to come forward on his behalf, it should be better?"

Feng Yun shook his head and laughed: "No need, if that's the case, then we won't be able to let the polling bureau become popular in Dongshan State..."

Everyone was stunned, vaguely aware of something, the director probably has other plans!

"Okay, you don't have to worry about it, anyway, this matter has nothing to do with us for the time being.

We have done everything we can. As for whether the sheriff will listen or not, it is beyond our control.

As the saying goes, it's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words, and great mercy can't save you.

If the Baiwu Temple is not demolished, nothing will happen.

If it is really forced to demolish, then something really big will happen!

And through this, our polling bureau can also take root in Dongshan Province..."

Feng Yun said lightly, but he had other ideas in his mind.

How could he not care about Yaoxie?
But this time he didn't intend to take the initiative to attack, but had other calculations.

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Linjun, Baiwu Mountain, Baiwu Temple.

Daoist Qingyun has not left these days.

He stood outside the fence of Baiwu Temple, pointing at the sky and scolding the earth, as if anyone dared to touch him and he would do his best.

Since Yusheng Real Estate issued a new statement, because the speech on the Internet has been divided into two factions, the situation of Daoist Qingyun has also become difficult.

Under the camera, Daoist Qingyun's expression became flustered. When he saw the reporter, he was like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood. Before the reporter could ask a question, the Taoist priest himself spoke first.

"What about illegal construction? When I built the Baiwu Temple back then, no one came out to stop it.

I built the Baiwu Temple bit by bit. If you violate the construction, you will tear down my lifeblood.

You unscrupulous people are clearly trying to force me to my death!

This is a Taoist temple, it is a Taoist temple, how can the Taoist temple be demolished?
There are gods three feet above the head, and the Sanqing is above, and the demolition of Taoist temples will be punished by heaven and retribution..."

Daoist Qingyun's mood was even unstable, and he ran after the camera. He just wanted to let more people pay attention to this place through the camera, so as to change the fate of Baiwu Temple being forcibly demolished.

The staff held a red paint spray in their hands and sprayed big "demolition" characters on the wall.

Such a scarlet letter has changed the fate of many people in many cases.

Some people make great achievements, some people lose their homes, and nothing is left behind.

At this time, such scarlet letters appeared on the wall of Baiwu Temple, and the light in Daoist Qingyun's eyes went out.

He is desperate!

He didn't want much, he just wanted to keep the Baiwu Temple, but this little hope was also shattered.

The reversal of public opinion, he did not get the justice he wanted, and he couldn't keep anything.

Sitting on the ground in a daze, it seemed that in an instant, the energy of the whole person disappeared.

Daoist Qingyun Nan murmured:
"What the hell is going on in this world?
Isn't even the existence of a Taoist temple allowed?

Sanqing is watching from the sky, watching!
The White Mist Temple has existed for so many years, and no one has taken care of it. Just because it blocked your way, it was labeled as an illegal construction.

There are so many illegal buildings in the world and we don’t need to worry about it, we just need to demolish one Taoist temple.

God, open your eyes, open your eyes! "

Daoist Qingyun didn't deliberately lower his voice, even though he still tried to stop it, he still deeply understood that if things could come to this point, he was only one person, how could he compete with the entire Lin County?
Everything is all in vain.

He didn't want to give up, and was still doing his last bit of strength.

The video of Daoist Qingyun sitting on the ground decadently was also uploaded on the Internet.

This matter has been paid attention to all the time, and it has been spread all over the city. As time goes by, it is also constantly brewing and fermenting.

The construction team responsible for dismantling Baiwu Temple has already stationed on Baiwu Mountain.

There are only a few hours left before the demolition time set by the county. When the time is up, the construction team will start to completely demolish the Baiwu Temple.

Daoist Qingyun, who had been guarding the entrance of Baiwu Temple all the time, was invited away by Lu Rui. The reason given was to discuss the demolition plan of Baiwu Temple, so as to find a solution that both parties were satisfied with.

It was for this reason that Daoist Qingyun really thought they had figured it out, so he left with the staff.

Yusheng Real Estate offered extremely high compensation, and even promised to change the place, and Taoist Master Qingyun would choose a site, and they could help Taoist Master Qingyun rebuild a Taoist temple for free.

Faced with all the attractive conditions, Daoist Qingyun who was sitting on the negotiating table was completely unmoved, as if he could not hear their words at all. His only request was that the Baiwu Temple could not be dismantled.

There was no way to continue the negotiation, and the people from Yusheng Real Estate simply left Daoist Qingyun in the conference room on the pretext of discussing it.

Their purpose was never to negotiate, but to stall for time and wait for the demolition to be completed.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, a large number of reporters rushed to the gate of Baiwuguan, waiting for the construction team to officially start.

As a key development project in Lin County, coupled with the uproar on the Internet due to the matter of Daoist Qingyun, today's official groundbreaking ceremony is to make a result for the recent events.

In this regard, Yusheng Real Estate even spent money in advance to warm up on the Internet, and invited various media to the scene to witness the official opening of the Baiwuguan tourism development project.

Originally, the scorching sun was shining brightly, but as the start of work progressed, a dark cloud floated from nowhere in the sky, covering the sun, and the sky became dark.

The change in the weather did not attract anyone's attention. Everyone's eyes were focused on the stage in front of the White Mist Temple, and they were all waiting for the official start of the groundbreaking ceremony.

(End of this chapter)