In this way, after everyone witnessed the miracle of morning bells and evening drums, they could not see the monk. Instead of satisfying their curiosity, they had more regrets in their hearts. They said that they would come again and must not see Fang Zheng.
Some people simply live here permanently...
A month has passed since this bustle. Within this month, the Northeast's lively New Year, Spring Festival couplets, hangings, bean bags, sticky rice, and street lights in one village and ten villages have once again amazed foreigners.
Tourists are all showing off this unique Chinese New Year flavor on their Facebook pages.
This New Year, for the first time, China dominates many foreigners’ circles of friends.
However, the more famous the Yizhi Temple becomes, the more curious everyone becomes. What about the monk?
"Where did the monk go?" Many people asked as he pointed outside the temple.
However, even the villagers of Yizhi Village actually don't know where Fang Zheng has gone.
Because ever since Hong Hai'er and others became interested in this matter, they had set up a small blindfold in the cold bamboo forest so that outsiders could not see Fang Zheng at all.
Unless Hong Hai'er and others tell him, who knows where Fang Zheng has gone?
Some people say that Fang Zheng has gone to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss after completing his merits, some say that Fang Zheng has gone to other places to save people, and still others say that Fang Zheng has passed away...
There are different opinions, but one theory is gradually recognized by everyone, that is, Founder is not in Yizhi Temple!
Maybe not even in this world anymore.
As this rumor spread, the night at Yizhishan became unsettled.
"Who?!" The two men suddenly looked behind them in alarm.
"Don't get excited, it's us." Three more figures appeared on the mountain road.
"Huh... Lao Wang, you are scary, so scary! Next time you come over, say hello first." One of the men said.
"Okay, Lao Zhang, what are you afraid of? The crooked master is not on the mountain, and there is only a furry kid and a few animals left. It really pissed us off, and it took us all away! I guess there must be someone on the black market who is paying a high price
Take it." Lao Li next to Lao Wang said with a smile.
"It's hard to get down the mountain with them. If they are discovered, with Founder's influence, we can't even hope to get out of the Northeast alive. So, you all, please restrain yourself." said Lao Zhao next to Lao Zhang.
At the end, Lao Zhou's voice was a bit feminine, but he was also a man. He whispered: "If this business is completed, hey... our king Zhang, Li Zhaozhou, can wash our hands in a golden basin."
"That's right, after doing this job, I will go abroad and I will never come back even if I die." Lao Wang chuckled.
"Come back? Unless you don't want to live anymore." Old Li said hehey.
"Wait a minute, Lao Li, tell me the price again, I've forgotten it," Lao Zhang said.
Old Li rolled his eyes at the other person and said, "You've asked me this question a dozen times along the way, how many more times do you want to ask me?"
Lao Zhang rubbed his hands and said: "You know, before I work, I need some stimulation. The more excited I am, the more stable I will be."
Lao Li had no choice but to say: "Listen up, the stone tablet rubbings cost 50 million US dollars each!
The top quality cold bamboo is 30 centimeters long with the part above the root system costing half a million dollars!
The best cold bamboo tea, this is not for them, it is what we want. Now the price on the black market has been one million or one tael. In other words, if you see the young leaves, just pull them down. That thing is now priced but not available.
How much money we say is how much money we say!”
"I understand, hehe... I'm starting to get excited." Lao Zhang licked his lips, his eyes almost shining.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and hurry up the mountain." Lao Zhou urged.
The others nodded and quickly walked up the mountain.
Although the top of Yizhi Mountain is not too big, it is not particularly small either.
In addition, there are no lights on the top of the mountain, so at night, it is completely illuminated by the diffuse reflection of moonlight and snow.
But today there are dark clouds, so everyone can only walk in the dark with a little light reflected from the white snow.
But this way, if they are a little further away, others won't be able to see them.
In addition, on the top of the mountain at night, the north wind howls, and as long as the gongs and drums are not beaten, there is no sound at all from a hundred meters away.
Of course, this is normal people's hearing...
As the five people went up the mountain, bypassing Yizhi Temple and heading straight towards the Han Bamboo Forest, the rustling footsteps seemed to be covered up by the wind.
However, pointing to the temple, a certain wolf who had suffered from insomnia suddenly raised his head, shook his ears, and said, "It seems that someone is going up the mountain."
"No way, why are you going up the mountain this late at night? Drinking from the northwest wind?" The monkey didn't believe it, but he still said to the squirrel: "Jingkuan, why don't you go and have a look?"
Squirrel said lazily: "Why aren't Fourth Junior Brothers coming back? The two of them went down the mountain to play, and they didn't say they would come back early. They had to tire me out, eh..."
After complaining, the squirrel swooped up the wall and disappeared quickly like a black lightning bolt.
If Fang Zheng saw this scene, he would definitely say with emotion: The little animals in Yizhi Temple are getting stronger and stronger.
"Lao Zhang, I'll go look for the buds, and you can dig the cold bamboos." Lao Wang said to Lao Zhang and Lao Li.
Lao Zhang said: "Go ahead and find as many as you can. Those things can be sold at any time!"
"Okay!" Lao Wang responded and left.
In the distance, on the other side of the stone monument, Lao Zhao and Lao Zhou also came under the stone monument. Looking at the tall stone monument, the two of them felt really a little worried.
"It's so high that it would be too troublesome to make rubbings." Lao Zhao complained.
Lao Zhou chuckled and said, "That's why we charge per page, and this single stone slab can print dozens of pages! Thank God, if the pictures weren't all messy stuff, they wouldn't have needed us to do the rubbings.
This is like a windfall falling from the sky."
When Lao Zhao heard this, he also laughed, took out the rubbing equipment, and was about to start rubbing.
Lao Zhou began to assemble a simple ladder, otherwise there would be no way to build such a large stone monument.
Both sides seemed to be proceeding smoothly, and no one noticed that there was a small shadow in the bamboo forest.
The squirrel glanced at these people, his hair stood on end, and shouted: "Stop, you dare to steal things! Do you really think that there is no one in the One-finger Temple?"
With a loud shout, Lao Zhang and Lao Li below were so frightened that they got goosebumps and turned around suddenly!
no one!
Looking around, there is still no one!
Where did that sound come from?
"Where are you looking?" cried the squirrel.
The two of them followed the sound and saw a dark thing squatting on the bamboo tree. They couldn't tell what it was.
"It's that squirrel!" Lao Zhang was not an idiot. He guessed it right away after seeing the shape of the thing and being able to talk.
"Hey, a little squirrel is here to scare people? Little thing, either you come down and we will stew you. Or you can squat up there and watch the grandpas get rich!" Lao Li was not afraid at all, but laughed loudly.