Since Qingyun Daoist is a Taoist priest, when he built the Taoist temple, he must have understood the rules, maybe he knew something, or saw something, so he would add the White Mist Temple on the basis of the original Taoist temple.

Hearing Feng Yun say this, Ma Xiaoling thought of something, lowered her head and began to tap on the keyboard again.

Another piece of information is projected.

"The director is really like a god.

As a Taoist temple that originally existed on the White Fog Mountain, even if the White Fog Mountain is to be developed as a tourist attraction, the White Fog Temple can be completely retained without the need to dismantle.

The reason why the White Fog View will be demolished is to transform the White Fog View into an ancient museum street. After investigation, the internal structure of the White Mist Temple uses very ancient methods, and many of the objects inside are also aged.

According to the age of the Qingyun Dao Chief, plus his obvious empty sleeves, the objects placed in the Taoist Temple should not be the Qingyun Dao Chief.

If you calculate it this way, today's White Mist Temple is really built by Qingyun Dao Chang on the basis of the original Taoist Temple! ”

Anything can be found only if there is information that has been handed down.

This document also proves that Feng Yun's guess is completely correct.

"Sure enough!"

Nodding, Feng Yun finished reading this information, took a deep breath, and looked at Ma Xiaoling, "Find the contact number of the Linjun County Government immediately!" ”

"Even if it is not clear what is sealed under the Taoist Temple, the White Mist Temple must not be demolished, otherwise, there may be a catastrophe!

Let's inform the Linjun side. ”

Several people present finally reacted, and this matter was really a big deal.

——

At the same time, the county office, the clerk's office.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells......"

The phone rang suddenly.

Lin Shushu hurriedly picked up the microphone.

You must know that the phones of the county clerk's office are all internal calls, and there is no delay at all.

"Hello, Linjun County ......"

At the same time as connecting the phone, Lin Wenwen glanced at the caller number by the way, which was the number of the military military office, but the number with the suffix seemed to be from Yanjun.

Yanjun Bingfu, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with their Linjun County Mansion, right?

I didn't quite understand why there was a call from the Yanjun Military Mansion, and Lin Wenwen had doubts in his heart.

"Hello, I'm Ma Xiaoling, a member of the polling army of the Yanjun Military Government, can you help me transfer to the county guard office?"

A young female voice came through the microphone, with a palpable rush in her voice.

Lin Wenwen is naturally unfamiliar with the Yanjun Military Mansion, and it is not clear whether they have a department of the polling bureau.

The caller number is indeed the number of the Yanjun Military Mansion, and the other party also indicates her identity, but is it just transferred directly to the county guard's office?

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

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

Euphemistically said to Ma Xiaoling on the other end of the phone that she was transferring, covering the microphone, Lin Wenwen picked up another phone and called the county guard's office.

"County guard, a member of the polling bureau of the Yanjun Military Mansion called and said that he wanted to transfer to you, do you want to help you get in?"

Wei Jianshui, the county guard of Linjun, was talking to the county about the development of Baiwu Mountain, and when he heard the words of the clerk, he was also very puzzled.

"The Yanjun Military Mansion has no friendship with us, so what are they calling me for?"

said a word of complaint to Jun Cheng, Wei Jianshui still asked the clerk to take the phone.

In the end, it is the people of the Yanjun Military Mansion, and this bit of face still has to be given.

After a while, another voice sounded from inside the microphone.

"Hello, Wei Junshou, I'm Ma Xiaoling, a member of the Yanjun Military Mansion Poll Bureau, I took the liberty to make this call this time, there is something I need to convey to you......

Ma Xiaoling once again took the initiative to introduce her identity, and they crossed the county to find the county guard, even if it was to help them, but in terms of attitude, they still had to be modest.

"That's right, our polling bureau saw on the Internet about the development of the White Fog Mountain, and the director of our bureau found that the White Fog Mountain is more special.

And try not to demolish the White Fog Temple, otherwise it may cause a catastrophe and bring adverse effects to Linjun.

The director specially asked me to make this call to remind Wei Junshou that the White Mist View involves a lot of things, and there is no room for mistakes......"

organized a language, and Ma Xiaoling explained this matter very politely.

"It turns out to be about the White Fog Temple, you have to worry about it, this is an important development project in our county, and we will naturally attach great importance to it, thank you for reminding me, and express my gratitude to the director on my behalf......

Regarding what Ma Xiaoling said, Wei Jianshui only listened to it for a beginning and didn't listen to it.

You know, recently, for the sake of the White Mist Temple, that damn Taoist priest has been blocking the fence and not allowing them to start construction, although the heat has been pressed down as much as possible, there is still news coming out.

There are many people who call Wei Jianshui to inquire about the news, and now even the Yanjun Military Mansion knows the news, which makes Wei Jianshui even more dissatisfied.

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

Jun Cheng, who was reporting to Wei Jianshui in the county guard's office, also heard the content of the phone call just now.

Looking at Wei Jianshui suspiciously, Jun Cheng couldn't help but ask, "County guard, how could someone from the Yanjun Military Mansion Poll Bureau call us?" What kind of department is this polling bureau? I have never heard of such an institution under the military government. ”

The military mansions of Linjun and Yanjun have no friendship, let alone one of the departments, especially this kind of unwarranted organization.

If it weren't for the special line phone call, he would have to suspect the suspicious identity of the other party.

Who knows what they mean? The department of the dignified military government, what kind of feudal superstition is there!

Besides, when will it be the turn of the Yanjun Military Government to intervene in our Linjun project?

When you say it, it's going to make people laugh out of their big teeth! ”

waved his hand indifferently, Wei Jianshui didn't pay attention to this call from the polling bureau at all.

"The development of Baiwu Mountain tourist attractions is a project jointly developed by our Linjun Tourism and Culture Management Department and Yusheng Real Estate, no matter from which aspect, it has nothing to do with Yanjun Bingfu, they called to prevent our project development, how, is it possible that our project is red?"

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 general soldier of the Yanjun Military Mansion called, maybe Wei Jianshui would be able to give some face, but now it is a member of a subordinate department of the Military Mansion who called to say it, who cares?

Anyway, Wei Jianshui didn't care at all.

——

Avenue of Flowing Fire, Poll Bureau.

Listening to the busy sound coming from the microphone, Ma Xiaoling was a little surprised.

This county guard, just hung up the phone, did he really listen to his own reminder?

looked at Feng Yun with some worry, Ma Xiaoling was really worried.

"Director, I told the county guard of Linjun about the seriousness of the matter, but he didn't seem to listen much?"

The other party's polite and perfunctory words, Ma Xiaoling can still hear it.

Regarding Ma Xiaoling's worries, Feng Yun smiled, obviously expecting it.

"You can hear the perfunctory words in his words, why haven't I heard them?

So what kind of decision he will make in the end, that's not to say! ”

"Chief, do you mean they won't listen to our reminders?"

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

"Probably not."

Hearing this, everyone was even more surprised, Ma Xiaoling said: "Then why didn't you make up a reason or story just now to scare the Linjun county guard and let him retreat?" Or call the county guard of Yanjun directly and ask him to come forward on his behalf, it should be better, right? ”

Feng Yun shook his head and smiled: "No need, if that's the case, there will be no way for the polling bureau to establish authority in Dongshan Prefecture in the future......"

Everyone was stunned, vaguely aware of something, the director is afraid that he 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, and as for whether the county guard listens or not, it is not up to us to control it.

As the saying goes, good words are hard to persuade damned ghosts, and great compassion does not cross self-destruction.

If the white fog is not dismantled, nothing will happen.

If it is really demolished, then something is really going to happen!

And in this way, it can also allow our poll bureau to take root in Dong Son Province......"

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

How could he not care about the evil spirit?

But he didn't plan to take the initiative this time, but had other calculations.

——

Linjun, Baiwu Mountain, Baiwu View.

Daoist Qingyun hasn't left these days.

He stood outside the fence of the White Mist Temple, pointing at the sky and scolding the earth, and he had a desperate posture if someone dared to move him.

Since Yusheng Real Estate released a new statement, due to the words on the Internet have been divided into two factions, the situation of Qingyun Daoist has also become difficult.

Under the camera, Qingyun Daochang's expression became panicked, and when he saw the reporter, he was like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood, and without waiting for the reporter to ask a question, the Daoist himself spoke first.

"What about illegal construction, when I built the White Mist Temple, no one came out to stop it.

I have built the White Mist Temple bit by bit, and if you violate the construction, you will tear down my life.

You black-hearted people are clearly trying to force my old way to death!

This is a Taoist temple, it is a Taoist temple, how can the Taoist temple be demolished?

There are gods in the three feet above the head, and the three clears are above, and the demolition of the Taoist temple is to be punished by heaven and retribution......"

Qingyun Daochang's mood was even unstable, chasing the camera running, he just wanted to let more people pay attention to it through the lens, so as to change the fate of the White Mist Temple being forcibly demolished.

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

Such a red letter, many times, has changed the fate of many people.

Some people soared, some people lost their homes, and nothing was left behind.

At this time, such a red letter appeared on the wall of the White Mist Temple, and the light in the eyes of the Qingyun Dao Leader was extinguished.

He was desperate!

He didn't want much, he just wanted to keep the White Mist Temple, but this hope was also dashed.

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

Sitting on the ground in despair, it seemed that in an instant, the spirit of the whole person had disappeared.

Qingyun Dao Chang muttered in a difficult voice:

"What's wrong with this world?

Isn't even the existence of a Taoist temple allowed?

Sanqing is watching from the sky, looking at it!

The White Mist Temple has existed for so many years, and no one has taken care of it, just because it is blocking your way, it has been labeled as an illegal building.

There are so many illegal buildings in the world that you don't care, you just need to demolish a Taoist temple.

Oh my God, open your eyes, open your eyes! ”

Qingyun Dao Chang didn't deliberately lower his voice, even if he still tried to stop it, he also deeply understood that things could come to this point, he only had one person, how could he compete with the entire Linjun?

Everything is in vain.

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

The video of Qingyun Daoist sitting on the ground in a decadent manner was also uploaded to the Internet.

This matter has always been concerned, and the wind and rain in the city have been rumored to be brewing and fermenting as time goes by.

The construction team responsible for dismantling the White Fog Temple has been stationed on the White Fog Mountain one after another.

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

Qingyun Dao Chief, who had been guarding the gate of the White Mist Temple, was invited away by Lu Rui, and the reason given was to discuss the demolition plan for the White Mist Temple, in order to find a plan that was satisfactory to both parties.

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

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

Faced with one tempting condition after another, Daoist Qingyun who was sitting at the negotiation table was completely unmoved, as if he couldn't hear their words at all, his only request was that the White Mist Temple could not be dismantled.

There was no way to continue the negotiations, so the people of Yusheng Real Estate simply used the excuse of discussing it and left Qingyun Daoist alone in the conference room.

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

At 3:10 p.m., a large number of reporters rushed to the gate of Baiwuguan, waiting for the official start of the construction team.

As a key development project in Linjun, coupled with the uproar on the Internet because of the matter of Qingyun Daochang, 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 attend the scene to witness the official opening of the Baiwuguan Tourism Development Project.

Originally, the sun was shining, but as the start of work progressed, a dark cloud drifted from nowhere in the sky, obscuring the sun, and the sky became dark.

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

(End of chapter)