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Bai Zhongyi didn't return to the Taiping Bureau, and the person died. Left a last word: From now on, Tiangu Mountain can no longer kill ghosts.

The five members of the Fan family were dumbfounded, so who will save their "Chang'er"?

As soon as the radical of the Buddha was black and white, Daizong Mountain sent out an emergency distress signal from the Taiping Bureau.

But when he arrived, he didn't find Lei Jiuxiao when he arrived at the Taiping Bureau. The imperial election is in full swing, and Lei Jiuxiao was sent to Jingzhou to maintain the order of the election. In the imperial election, hundreds of schools of thought fought for power, and ant people appeared in the Jingzhou area, trying to obtain votes with the qualifications of mountain people.

"Song Changmu went to Yizhou, Shang Jingyang went to Liangzhou, and Lu Zhunping went to Jiaozhou. Yang Daohua answered the impolite questions of black and white one by one.

"What? Lu Zhenren went to Jiaozhou again. Didn't Jiaozhou just ......?" asked Hei Bai in surprise.

"This time it was a sea monster that came out, and even began to land and eat people, which is really rampant. Yang Daohua said and snuffed out the cigarette in his hand.

"Then, then Qingzhou doesn't care?" Hei Bai was emotional, and asked impolitely.

"Smack!" bald Yang Daohua slapped the table: "Who said it doesn't matter? Isn't there a tree already planted at place 02? What can happen?"

In fact, Yang Daohua's anger is still light, the Taiping Bureau is the most top-secret institution in the Han and Tang Empires, and it has always been the leader who assigns tasks, and the subordinates work hard to complete them, and they must be absolutely obedient. But when Lei Jiuxiao was sent to Jingzhou, he was here and that, and all he was thinking about was Qingzhou, Qingzhou. Is Qingzhou's matter important, or is the imperial election important? Today, a subordinate of Bai Zhongyi dared to point fingers at him, the director of the Taiping Bureau, and this is worth it!

However, Yang Daohua finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, and then said earnestly: "Black and white, state-owned rules and regulations, there are priorities." Yes, the matter in Fengdu Town is indeed urgent, but the imperial election is not urgent? Just do a good job of the tasks assigned to you by the leader, don't worry about the leader, the leader has his own leadership plan. As a member of the Imperial Peace Bureau, you must have a view of the overall situation, and everything is based on the overall situation, and the Imperial Peace is the most important!"

Yang Daohua rarely enlightened a ghost-hunting onmyoji, but it was black and white, and he obviously couldn't listen to it. Because, their Tiangu Mountain Great Sage Bai Zhongyi had just closed his eyes forever! Because he had just experienced the despair of being guarded for nine days and nine nights without anyone to rescue! Because he had seen with his own eyes the tragic situation of nearly 30,000 lives being eaten alive in Fengdu Town!

"Also, you keep saying that you want to hurry up and save people, who will you save? Aren't all the villagers already dead? Who else are you going to save?" Yang Daohua's words were both like questions and rhetorical questions.

"Save Wang Xiaoer, Wang Daochang. He hadn't come out yet, and he had just been cut off by the headless ghost and gouged out his eyes. When it came to saving people, the old man's eyes lit up again.

"Wang Xiaoer-?young Taoist priest Wang Xiaoer?" Yang Daohua asked this time.

"Yes, Wang Daochang does look very young! What, Director, do you know Wang Daochang?" Hei Bai was even more excited, if Wang Ding and Yang Daohua were old acquaintances, then there would be no reason not to save them.

Yang Daohua didn't answer black and white, but then asked, "Why is he there?"

This question, how can black and white know.

When Black and White came out of the director's office, Yang Daohua fell into deep contemplation again and lit one snow-white cigarette after another. A jet-black pile of exhaust fumes was burned.

"How is it, how is it? Who are you Yang Bureau going to send to save my master?" Sun Jishi, who had been waiting for Xin'er outside the Taiping Bureau, asked anxiously when he saw Hei Bai.

"Hey!" the old man sighed in black and white, his heart was as cold as water. I was ashamed to express Yang Daohua's meaning euphemistically.

"What, don't you save it?" Sun Jishi was stunned when he heard this.

"Sun Gongzi-Sun Gongzi-" Hei Bai saw that Sun Jishi's eyes were rolled, and he was startled, and hurriedly shouted. Seeing that Sun Jishi was just in a trance for a while, he left in a hurry again, in the name of preparing for Bai Zhongyi's funeral. He felt that he couldn't save Wang Dinghe, and he really didn't have the face to see Sun Jishi again.

Sun Jishi was dumbfounded, and said okay, as soon as he came out, he would quickly send someone to save the master. What has become of me now? I am in danger with my master, and my master is still dying, but I came out first! I am in danger with my friends, my friends are dead, but I am still alive!

"No! No! Can't sit still! Can't sit still!" Sun Jishi anxiously pondered how to save Wang Dinghe. Perhaps, Master has long been eaten by Yin Spirits and evil ghosts. But what if there is none? As long as there is even one thousandth, one in ten thousand, there is no hope to give up!

Thinking of this, Sun Jishi was like a deflated ball, and suddenly lost his spirit. I saw him slowly take out his mobile phone and dial his father's Sun Yitian's number in frustration.

"Toot-toot-"

"Toot-toot-"

"Toot-toot-"

I called three times in a row, but no one answered. yes, I haven't called this number in six years. And how can it be possible. Sun Jishi was anxious and had mixed feelings, and he remembered the quarrel he had with his father six years ago. It is also the only quarrel between the two for many years. Sun Jishi finally chose psychology to his liking, rather than philosophy or astronomy, which his father forced him to do.

Just when Sun Jishi was thinking nonsense, "Toot toot-", his phone rang. It was the number that just called. Sun Jishi took it uneasily.

"Is it Shi'er?" asked a woman on the other end of the phone, trembling.

"Mom-" Sun Jishi couldn't hold back anymore, he was crying.

The woman over there also cried, this was the first time in six years that her son had been kicked out of the house and had called.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, the mother and son are deeply in love, and at this time it only turns into a pool of tears, surging across the phone, and there is nothing else to say.

After crying for a long time, Sun Jishi's mother forcibly stopped her tears and asked very uneasily what happened. Sun Jishi said the purpose. He wanted to ask his father, Sun Yitian, the king of medicine in Hebei, to come out and say that he would move the Taiping Bureau to save Wang Dinghe.

"Then when your father comes back, I'll ask him to go to Director Yang. The mother still felt sorry for her son, and no matter what it was, she agreed to her son.

"That--he-where did he go? When will he come back?" Sun Jishi asked about his father, but he could no longer shout the word "father", so he could only use the word "he" instead.

"I said stupid son, isn't it Imperial Day? Where did you say your father went?"

"Oh-" Sun Jishi then remembered that today was indeed the Empire's Day. Needless to say, his father must have entered Chang'an City early in the morning. The heads of the empire, all of them are old, and on the anniversary of the empire, they can toss for a whole day, and when the time comes, this one is out of breath, and that one is drunk, which one does not need him to be conditioned by the king of Hebei medicine, diagnosis and treatment. It's been decades, year after year.

Sun Jishi returned to the accommodation arranged for him by black and white, and was bored, so he turned on the TV casually.

Television is rebroadcasting a stripped-down version of Empire Day. In Chang'an City, the lights are colorful, and the crowds are crowded. The mind of the empire, the spirit is strong, and the people rejoice. Flowers are blooming, gongs and drums are noisy, and there is a balance of songs and laughter! There are joyful songs everywhere, and the state and state spread good news. Good one, the weather is clear, the politics are peaceful and prosperous!