Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 176 Chapter 175
"Chief Priest Ren, you are being too clever for your own good."

Zhang Qiuchi twirled his beard and smiled, "People can't get out, but news can."

Ren Pingsheng frowned: "Why?"

Zhang Qiuchi was confident: "Chief Ren is usually obsessed with cultivation and is oblivious to the outside world. When encountering problems, he only wants to use the magic of a cultivator to solve them, but ignores the methods of ordinary people."

Song Chungui had already reacted at this time. He looked up suddenly and said, "Yes, a phone call!"

Ren Pingsheng's eyes lit up: "The government office!"

There was only one place with a telephone in the port area, and that was the government office.

Song Chungui volunteered: "The government officials are at the temple. I'll find someone to lead the way and will be back in a moment."

Ren Pingsheng pointed a finger at him: "Then remember to explain clearly how you acted recklessly, how you got injured, and how you lost the Yulin Bell."

Song Chungui glanced at him coldly, snorted heavily, and walked away.

Zhang Qiuchi acted as a peacemaker: "Chief Song is still young, why are you fighting with him?"

Ren Pingsheng sneered, "He's young, so we have to trim his hair for him. He's timid when it comes to taking risks, but he's more aggressive than anyone else when it comes to grabbing credit. With this kind of mentality, he'll never achieve anything great in the future."

Not long after Song Chungui left, Mayor Yan Qingtian came in with Secretary Song.

Yan Qingtian put his hands behind his back and smiled politely at Zhang Qiuchi and Ren Pingsheng: "Good morning, my two chief priests."

The two men clasped their fists and saluted: "Good morning, Mayor."

Yan Qingtian nodded calmly. "Just now, Priest Xiao Song came to me and asked for someone to use the government office phone. Is there any new instruction from the Palace?"

Zhang Qiuchi and Ren Pingsheng looked at each other. It was not convenient to tell outsiders about the theft of Yu Linling.

"cough."

Zhang Qiuchi cleared his throat and said, "Mayor Lao is concerned, but it's nothing important. Chief Priest Song was just reporting back on yesterday's battle situation."

Yan Qingtian nodded and said, "Hmm... well done. At such a critical moment, strengthening coordination between the upper and lower levels, maintaining close contact, enhancing hierarchical communication, deepening coordination between the front and back, and ensuring smooth flow of orders are all crucial."

Secretary Song behind him took out a notebook and started taking notes without saying a word.

Zhang Qiuchi's face was slightly stiff, and Ren Pingsheng looked at his nose and his nose at his heart, without saying a word.

Yan Qingtian continued, "Last night, I was deeply concerned about whether there would be any deficiencies in the temple's work, but now that I see how you're handling this matter in such a standardized manner, I'm relieved. While I have some free time, Chief Priest Zhang, could you please report to me on the upcoming work arrangements?"

"Work arrangements?"

Zhang Qiuchi was stunned and subconsciously looked at Secretary Song.

Song Cuiting closed her notebook and translated expressionlessly, "The accommodations at the temple are a bit shabby. The mayor didn't sleep well last night, so I hope the temple can resolve the access issue as soon as possible."

It turned out that they were here to urge them to go to war.

Zhang Qiuchi laughed dryly. "This... Mr. Mayor, Song Jichang and I are still injured and need to recuperate. Today is definitely not a good time to start a war again."

Yan Qingtian was dissatisfied and frowned, saying, "Today is putting it off until tomorrow, and tomorrow is still tomorrow. Master Zhang, you must not slack off."

Zhang Qiuchi's face was a little embarrassed. He bowed and said, "Mr. Mayor, this battle is about faith. To put it more broadly, it's a battle between two gods. The government should not interfere."

Zhang Qiuchi's argument was well-reasoned, and now it was Yan Qingtian's turn to be embarrassed. "What are you talking about? This is a conflict between the church and the temple, yes, but the place where you're fighting is called Fancheng. The damaged facilities, the polluted environment, the disrupted order, which one doesn't require me, the mayor, to take care of?"

He spoke with increasing enthusiasm: "I have devoted my whole heart to our homeland and have worked tirelessly to complete my duties. Do you think that in the eyes of the temple, I am not even qualified to make suggestions? If so, then next time I will personally ask the Ten Thousand Temples Lords, do you not even respect the President?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly sounded behind Yan Qingtian.

"It's rare for the mayor to be so kind. I will convey every word to the temple master."

Yan Qingtian turned around suddenly and saw Ma Binghe standing behind him with a gloomy face. Zhang Qiuchi and Ren Pingsheng immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Great Master."

Yan Qingtian gave a stiff smile: "Master Ma, long time no see."

Ma Binghe ignored them and looked directly at the two chief priests: "Where is Ziling?"

Zhang Qiuchi quickly took out the copper bell and presented it with both hands.

Ma Binghe activated his magic power, a whirlwind rose from his palm, and lifted the copper bell into the air.

The bronze bell rang pleasantly in the wind. Ma Binghe closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then frowned and said, "The sense is still there, it's just obscured. It's definitely the mist's fault."

At this moment, a clerk came hurriedly to report.

"The church has begun marching eastwards, advancing down the slope and setting up new roadblocks."

Ma Binghe sneered, "Now that they know the Yulin Bell has been stolen and have no worries, they dare to push their luck further."

The two high priests looked at him eagerly, waiting for Ma Bing to cooperate with further arrangements.

Ma Binghe's face darkened even further. "Why are you looking at me? If I intervene in this fight, it won't be the mad tiger fighting you."

The two high priests lowered their heads again.

Ma Binghe sighed, "Well, let's just give it a try for now. I'll report to the temple master immediately and wait until I get the Yulin Bell back. We'll see what happens next."

He turned around and was about to disappear into the air, but Yan Qingtian was quick to grab Ma Binghe's sleeve.

Ma Binghe looked at him coldly.

Yan Qingtian said with a smile, "Master Ma, what I just said was just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Ma Binghe couldn't help but sneer: "Should I keep it out of my heart, or keep it out of the temple master's ears?"

Yan Qingtian nodded repeatedly and continued to smile apologetically: "It's all the same, all the same."

Ma Binghe was too lazy to argue with him, so he waved his sleeves and left with a sentence.

"Mayor, take care of yourself."

……

Vadracho personally added a restriction to Yu Linling, and then asked Feng Xiuhu to bring the thing back.

Feng Xiuhu was puzzled.

Vadelajo's explanation: "Fishing."

Feng Xiuhu understood, but a new doubt arose: "If it's just the chief priest flying over, it's fine. But I'm afraid if they hook a big fish, I won't be able to handle it - such as the temple's guardian elders or something."

Vadracho told him: "The temple master and the supporting elders cannot come, and the chief priest dare not come, so at most it will only be the high priest and the great high priest."

Feng Xiuhu added, "I can't handle these two either."

Vadracho comforted him: "You don't have to deal with them. If they really come, they will break the agreement first. I will deal with them for you personally."

Feng Xiuhu understood. It turned out that Vadracho was still hoping that the temple would break the rules first, but the temple was not stupid and would definitely not be so reckless.

Vadracho just wanted to try his luck, but when Feng Xiuhu returned to the factory area, he suddenly came up with a new trick.

He hung the copper bell in the boiler room of the coal plant.

PS: Wouldn’t this burn the skin and make it blue and purple?

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