Chapter 972: Is he the heavenly throne? (Second update)

When the police came to the door, Qing Yuan heard the police's words with a heart hanging down and was shocked. It was indeed a search for the ancestor. He immediately asked, "Comrade Police... That old Taoist priest is my ancestor. I wonder where he is now?"

"Is it your ancestor?" Hearing the Taoist Priest Qingyuan in front of him, the policeman was also happy and said happily: "Let's go... Come with me to the police station!"

"Ah? I... my ancestor has committed a crime? Is it serious?" Qing Yuan was also a little panicked now.

"I don't know either... Anyway, the superiors are anxious to find someone who knows this old man... Come with me quickly!" The policeman didn't know what was going on, but just urged him quickly.

Qingyuan had no choice but to explain the matter about Qingyang Palace, and then followed the police to the police station;

Qing Yuan was shocked when he arrived at the police station. The senior police supervisors and police supervisors were all over the room, and even military personnel, and I couldn't help but feel a little panicked. My ancestors wouldn't really commit any big deal, right? Such a big scene?

After finally figuring out the situation, Qingyuan was about to burst into tears. Master Luo was so rare that he encountered such a disaster?

However, the group of people next to him stared at Qingyuan and asked him to tell him what the old Taoist priest was named, what did he do when he came to Nandu? What did he tell him?

Qingyuan looked at the group of people in front of him, how could he say this? Some things can only be told to the people of the Special Supervision Department that there are regulations. Things about the cultivation world cannot be disclosed to ordinary people casually. Especially the ancestors are also hidden masters, even the people of the Special Supervision Department do not know about this, so Qingyuan couldn't help but be confused.

Seeing Qingyuan's words, he couldn't tell the answer. Now the police were so excited. The more they couldn't explain it clearly, the more it meant that there was a ghost among them. Everyone looked at each other, and then they all walked out in one go, leaving only two low-level policemen sitting inside to continue interrogation.

Seeing that all the senior police officers had gone out, Qingyuan was very knowledgeable, and his face was a bit painful, and he knew it was not good.

The two policemen who were interrogating came over and directly scolded Qingyuan. Then their faces turned cold. They looked at Qingyuan opposite and slapped the table suddenly and shouted in a deep voice: "Qingyuan... You must know that the rules of our party are to be frank and lenient and resist strictness. Don't think it's okay if you don't say it... Let me tell you, this time the matter is very serious. If you dare to conceal it deliberately, you will be in jail!"

Qingyuan has been the director of Qingyang Palace for so many years, but he has never encountered such a thing. However, he is not too afraid of the other party's threats. He just smiled helplessly and said: "Comrade Police... I really can't say some things. Otherwise, you can ask Director Hu of Guoan to come, and I can only tell him some things!"

When Qing Yuan heard this, he said this first, and now he was going to see Director Hu of Guoan again. The other policeman was angry and slapped the table again and said in a cold voice: "Qing Yuan... Be honest, let me tell you that this matter is not a trivial matter today. Guoan is also investigating this matter. It is empty for anyone you are looking for. If you don't explain it clearly, don't blame us for being polite!"

"Really...you can notify Director Hu of Guoan, or ask me to call him?" Seeing that the other party became more and more impatient, Qingyuan also felt something was wrong. He knew that these policemen had unusual methods. If he didn't say this, it would be in trouble.

Although he is not afraid of these policemen at all, he is in the police station. As the saying goes: no matter how high his skills are, he is afraid of bricks. Although his skills are indeed high, he is also afraid of guns...

Seeing the other party's face getting heavier and heavier, one of them had already stood up and seemed to be about to take action. Qingyuan was really having a headache. He didn't allow him to register and find someone. What should he do? Should he be punished by these guys?

The policeman who stood up had already pulled a rubber baton from the wall next to him, looked at Qingyuan coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Qingyuan...I'll tell you, don't say I didn't give you a chance... Now I honestly explain it, so I can save you from suffering!"

Seeing that the policeman really pulled out the guy, Qing Yuan was really panicked and said in a panic: "Don't do anything randomly, I'm a member of the Provincial CPPCC!"

"Go... CPPCC member? Even the representatives are useless today. I've honestly explained, don't blame me for not reminding you!" The policeman gently knocked the rubber baton on his palm and sneered: "You must know that this rubber baton has no trace when it hits it, but... it's not fake if it hurts!"

Looking at the other party's baton, Qingyuan smiled bitterly. Although this thing couldn't hurt him, he really didn't want to be beaten by this thing, because it hurts very much...

After a long struggle, he finally sighed, looked at the policeman who had already stood in front of him, and said, "Okay, okay... Since you don't let me call or see Director Hu, then I'll say it, but don't regret it..."

"Repent?" The policeman was already impatient. Seeing Qing Yuan still saying this, his face turned cold and he sucked him with a stick.

"Oh...Oh..." Qing Yuan couldn't stop him, but he was hit with a stick, which made him grin.

The policeman sneered and was about to raise his stick and come again, suddenly the door was opened. A middle-aged man in Zhongshan suit walked in with a cold face. Looking at the baton in the policeman's hand, his eyes were cold.

"Who are you?" The policeman was shocked and was about to speak. A senior police inspector squeezed in outside. He looked at the policeman and said helplessly: "Let go to Master Qingyuan..."

Seeing the helpless expression on the senior police inspector's face, the police knew something was wrong and quickly threw away the baton in his hand and handcuffed Qing Yuansong.

"Director Hu... If you don't come again, my old bones will be ruined here today!" Seeing this middle-aged man, Qing Yuan was overjoyed and complained helplessly.

Director Hu naturally knew some shameful methods of the police station, so he had to look at the senior police inspector and said, "Director Wang... Don't let me see such a thing again in the future!"

"Of course...of course..." Director Wang also looked depressed. How could he know that the director who was named in Guoan was so famous and really knew this Qingyuan Taoist priest, otherwise he would not have easily let his subordinates do anything.

Taking Qingyuan out of the police station, Qingyuan hurriedly asked: "Director Hu...How is my ancestor?"

"Master?" When Director Hu was stunned when he heard Qing Yuan's words, he turned his head to look at Qing Yuan and said in surprise: "Is he your Maternal Master?"

"Yes...he's okay now?" Qingyuan asked quickly.

At this time, Director Hu's face was not very good. He thought that the old Taoist was just a fellow disciple of Qingyuan, but he did not expect that it was Qingyuan's ancestor. He immediately said in a deep voice: "It's very serious, and life may be absorbed at any time!"

"Ah..." After hearing this, Qing Yuan was panicked and grabbed Director Hu and said, "Director Hu... You have to save him, he... he is the celestial rank... the celestial rank..."

"What, he is the throne?" After hearing this, Director Hu's face turned pale.
Chapter completed!