Due to national policies, dominant ideas and other reasons, that special department does not have a formal name or scope of authority. Its external name is just a coordination unit under the Ministry of Public Security. Because its office address is set next to Fengtai Railway Station, its nominal authority is also to assist local railway station police stations and maintain surrounding safety.∷∷,

About one mile from Fengtai Railway Station, there is a four-story building. It turned out to be an international hotel run by the French. Later, when the warlords fought, they were occupied by various warlords who entered the capital as their headquarters. Then they were occupied by the Japanese. The underground was hollowed out and three-story basements were built down into a secret service agency. After liberation, the place was originally going to be demolished, but later someone proposed to transform it into an Anti-Japanese History Museum. However, not long after the renovation was completed, the museum was relocated, and the foundation was transferred to the current unit called the Railway Public Safety Department.

For people nearby, the people in this house are ordinary railway policemen, so it is not so strange to see some people with a little aura in and out of here. But if you enter the small building, you will involuntarily have a strange feeling, because all kinds of people gather here, some in military uniforms, some in police uniforms, some strong men with aura in the world, some in women with fair appearances, and some incredible elderly and children. In short, it doesn’t feel like a place where serious people should stay.

In a conference room on the top floor, smoke was shrouded in smoke, and more than 20 people sat on the chairs in a row, each frowning and smoking, emitting a sense of depression. Except for a few people in this place, the clothes of others were different, some were wearing religious Taoist robes and cassocks, some were wearing old-style gowns, and some were ethnic costumes with distinct characteristics.

In the room, there is a huge military sand table with a three-dimensional topographic map composed of glue and sand. At the same time, dozens of magnified photos were posted on the dark spots on one wall, most of which are photos of forest historical sites wrapped by vines. In addition, some photos are as blurred as they were taken in a dark cave. Only a few photos were slightly clear, but the images on it were a bit scary, all of which were completely distorted human faces, which looked chilling.

"Why don't you talk anymore? This is the case. You have to discuss a countermeasure, right?" Among the soldiers, a white-haired and thick-bearded soldier pressed the unfinished cigarette in his hand into the ashtray. He turned around and opened the window several windows, and said to the others in the room.

A middle-aged monk wearing a Tibetan Buddhist robe in the crowd said in unskilled Mandarin: "Sir Zhao, it's not that we don't want to give a countermeasure, but we give a countermeasure, but you don't implement it, this..."

The white-haired soldier glared at the monk and said, "What countermeasures did you give before? That's also called countermeasures? Do nothing. Just seal the entrance and scrapped the underground fortifications built before. The factories that were moved to it and stored in it are not allowed. Is this a countermeasure? How do we implement this?"

The middle-aged monk said in a sarcastic tone: "But you don't follow this strategy now and forcefully send people down. What's the result? The loss is still your soldiers. It's obviously you who sent those people to the death, but now you blame us..."

The white-haired soldier raised his thick eyebrows, stared at the other party, and said coldly: "This time I lost my soldiers. Master, guess who will lose next time?"

To the point, even though the white-haired soldier did not make it clear, everyone present could understand the meaning, and the middle-aged monk's face immediately turned pale. The others in the room also looked at the middle-aged monk with a gloating look.

Although the strange people who were summoned by the authorities came from various hidden sects or families on the land of China, they were all considered righteous people and had a bottom line in their work. However, this middle-aged monk did not look like he was a monk, but in fact he was a evil person. His origin was not a sect recognized by the government in Tibetan Buddhism, but a Tibetan Bon branch that disappeared from the text many years ago. The forces that destroyed this sect did not come from the outside world, but from the Bon itself. Because this branch sect was proficient in black mantras and liked to refine magic weapons with living people, it caused anger and resentment from the heavens and was jointly wiped out by several forces within the Bon religion.

The middle-aged monk was named Pubudorji. He was originally a lecturer of the Nyingma Sect. By chance, he obtained the hidden scriptures of the Bon branch and learned a lot of black mantras from it. Later, he integrated the black mantras into the Nyingma Sect's Great Perfection Method and created a new Tibetan Buddhist sect. However, because he used living people to refine magic weapons like those who practiced the black mantras before, he was chased by Tibetan Buddhist people. However, his mantras were so brilliant that he could turn misfortune into good fortune every time he chased, and it caused heavy losses to the pursuers. Over time, it became a disaster in the Tibetan area.

This situation did not change until after the Tibetan area was liberated, and the suppression of humanitarian power made the monk's mantras weakened a lot and almost all the magical tools were almost destroyed. At this time, the strange people in the army joined forces with several sects of Tibetan Buddhism to capture him before he was about to escape.

According to the situation at that time, the middle-aged monk should have been tried and executed. However, because the Tibetan area was still unstable, the living Buddhas were also watching the central government's attitude towards Tibetan Buddhism. Even though Pubdoji was a victim of the Tibetan area, he was also a recognized Bon master and a member of Tibetan Buddhism. Execution at this time would only cause panic in Tibetan Buddhism and make the newly liberated Tibetan area unstable. Therefore, Pubdoji was classified as a special department, which was to make him guilty and make the strange people and strange people in this department monitored nearby. However, except for a few people in the evil path, the rest of the people in the entire department were very disgusted with him. Seeing that he was unlucky and was not bad enough to take advantage of the situation, it would be good that he would not help him.

Pubdoji also knew very well that he had no friends in the department and did not expect anyone to stand up and speak for him. But he wanted to refute the white-haired soldier, but he could only open his mouth and could not say any threatening words. Just as the white-haired soldier threatened, if he had taken action next time and was really sent to him, then his chances of living would be very slim. After all, there are a few of the people who died there who are still far above him.

The old man Wuxu, who had met Xu Changqing before, said in a deep voice: "There is no better way to solve this problem now. We don't even know what there is. National archaeological experts will take some time to infer the age and origin through the remaining monuments outside, so the safest way now is to temporarily seal it. Taoist priest, master and I tried to seal the earth veins of that generation and isolate the spiritual energy, so as not to change anything. When there is a specific solution, we will open it again." As he said, he looked at Chen Jun, who was always sitting in a corner of the conference room and silently recording the content of the conversation, and said: "Secretary Chen, if you have time, go to the city hospital today to see if there can be any help there?"

"Okay, Mr. Song." Chen Jun understood what the other party meant and nodded in response.

The white-haired soldier frowned and said with a little doubt: "Old Song, is that person really as magical as you said?"

The old man turned around and looked at the others beside him, saying, "I don't know if it's magical, but I think that if I do it again, many of you should have answers in your mind, right?"

If Xu Changqing was here, he would definitely be able to recognize among these people, including the ninth aunt of Chen Jiachong, He Suqiu of Tongxian, Huo Cheng and others. Although they had never seen others, they were more or less inferior people from the lower nine ranks.

When the mountain gates of various sects of the Immortal Buddha Sect disappeared and these famous sects were so weak that they were no different from ordinary secular sects, some small sects that were not as good as those of ordinary secular sects were preserved, and instead became the only remaining practitioners in the Chinese world of cultivation. Because of their origins, they had heard a lot about the first person in the heretics when they were young. Now this legendary figure is still alive in the world, and I heard that they have cultivated to an incredible state, which also makes them those who are confused about the prospect of cultivation have a more guiding light in their hearts.

However, it is obvious that not everyone here agrees with the words of the old man without need. Among them, Napubudorji is the leader, and the rest are a few practitioners who have not formally passed down and have not known where to practice some other magical techniques.

Pubdoji's doubtful expression was mainly because he didn't know Xu Changqing, and even the name of Nine-Rule Idle Man was mentioned in the past two days. He had been in the deep mountains of Tibet since he was a child, and had never entered the Central Plains, nor had he ever come into contact with the Immortal Buddha's Authentic Buddha's Authentic Buddha's Authentic Buddha's Authentic Buddha's Authentic Buddha's Authentic Buddha's Authentic Buddha's Authentic Buddhism had declined and the world of cultivation had almost disappeared. At that time, he had a skill that was scattered across the Tibetan area, and no one could defeat him, which made him look down on everything and feel that he was invincible in the world. In the end, if it weren't for the People's Liberation Army's entry into Tibet, the power of humanity would be crushed, regardless of good or evil, and everyone's cultivation would be suppressed. Maybe he could really rely on his strength to establish a sect and establish a sect of Tibetan Buddhism.
Chapter completed!