When Lone Wolf heard this, he also got down and said: "Junior brother, you can go, I will stay and look after the house. I am the number one protector of this temple, and I am senior brother...Master said, I have to let you do it."
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"How about you go and I stay?" Squirrel also felt a little embarrassed.
As a result, Lone Wolf, Monkey, and Red Boy all gave him a big look.
The squirrel suddenly became angry and shouted: "What are you looking at? Do you look down on me? I... I am just a little stronger! I am smaller! My claws are not so... so sharp... But my teeth are still very...
Okay...wuwu, I'm disgusted!"
The more he talked, the less confident he became, and finally the squirrel burst into tears.
Several people shook their heads helplessly, and Lone Wolf said: "Okay, Junior Brother Jingkuan, you can go and play if you want."
The monkey said: "Amitabha, Master said that there are specializations in the profession, and everyone has his or her own position. Brother Jingfa is good at looking after the house and guarding the house. The poor monk can do the cleaning, but it is up to you to check what is missing in our house.
Woolen cloth."
When the monkey said this, the squirrel felt much better and stopped crying.
Red Boy jumped off the roof and said: "Okay, don't say anything. I'm just going to fly for a while. What are you afraid of? Now that the king has magic power, which kid dares to come to our temple to steal things? With a thought, Fang Yuan
Everything is in my mind. Even if a thief comes, he can't escape my sight. He can catch it from the end of the world with a wave of his hand. So, you don't have to worry at all."
"Really?" Squirrel was the easiest to fool and the simplest. He immediately widened his eyes and asked excitedly and with great hope.
Hong Boy's face turned red. He had indeed boasted just now. However, being looked at with such admiration by this little one, his pride caused him to nod affirmatively, pat his chest and said, "Of course!"
"Then I want to fly!" cried the squirrel.
Red Boy looked at Lone Wolf and Monkey.
The lone wolf and the monkey shook their heads at the same time. The red boy had no choice but to fly up into the sky with the squirrel and play away.
The monkey looked at the lone wolf and said, "Do you regret it?"
Lone Wolf nodded with tears in his eyes and asked, "What about you?"
"If you don't follow me, I will follow you to heaven...don't you know that I was just showing off?" The monkey gave the lone wolf a big roll of his eyes and went to the backyard angrily.
The lone wolf is left messy in the wind, wanting to cry but without tears...
The lone wolf drooped his head. Since he was staying, let’s do some work... So the lone wolf began a routine three-week inspection tour around the temple.
Just as the lone wolf was walking around in a circle, dazed and muttering about what he would eat tomorrow morning, the sound of footsteps came.
"Master is back? No, there are so many footsteps, there are quite a lot of people. Could it be that the villagers have collectively gone up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots?" The lone wolf poked his head over and looked into the darkness. The wolf's vision is much better than that of ordinary people at night.
From afar, I saw a group of people going up the mountain, carrying a lot of things on their shoulders, tiptoeing, and being sneaky.
"In the middle of the night, going up the mountain for no reason, in groups, and acting cunningly, does this completely fit the characteristics of thieves mentioned by my junior brother?" The lone wolf thought of this, got into the nearby grass, and sneaked closer, wanting to take a look at these things.
What on earth do people want to do? These people are not Uncle Da's group, Lone Wolf is not sure, they are thieves.
"Boss Xiong, is that the bell you are talking about? Isn't it too big?" One person pointed to the big clock on the clock tower, and his jaw almost dropped in shock.
Boss Xiong also looked confused, and then cursed: "Damn it, that bastard Dazi only said there was a big clock, but he didn't say it was so big! It's really a shame, but luckily I'm well prepared. Let's go, let's go
have a look."
After saying that, Boss Xiong led more than 40 people to the bell tower and went up to the bell tower alone. He only took one look at the Yongle Bell and his eyes were straightened! He is an expert in the antique world, an insider who knows the rules, and a layman who watches the excitement.
He saw the extraordinary nature of this big clock at a glance! He said in shock: "What a good thing! No wonder that gravedigger from Dazi wanted to cross the street and steal it! I want to steal it now! No one can stop me today.
If I stand in the way of a god, I will kill a god, and if I stand in the way of a Buddha, I will kill a Buddha. From today on, this bell will be named Xiong!"
"Boss, the problem is that this clock is too big. We have a lot of people and a lot of tools, but it's difficult to complete it..." one person said.
"Difficult? It is indeed difficult to do it completely, but who told you to do it completely?" Boss Xiong sneered.
"Boss Xiong, if it's incomplete, do you want to dismantle it? However, the value will be greatly reduced!" exclaimed an old man. The old man had a beard, a big-brimmed hat, and was very pressed.
Low, as if afraid of being recognized.
"Big discount? It's worth every penny you make. If you put it here, it's worthless! After it's dismantled, Dazi can find the best restorer. Although he can't restore it perfectly, he can sell it at half price.
You can still find a buyer. The most indispensable thing in this world is rich fools..." Boss Xiong sneered.
"This..." The old man felt a little distressed.
"Mr. Li, I came to you to help me dismantle things, not to talk nonsense. Look at how to open this clock, which will cause the least damage and best preserve the value. Draw the line and let the barbarians and others
A few of them will weld this bell open," Boss Xiong said.
"Weld it open? Hey... Even if it is welded, we can't handle this hundreds of tons of stuff." Old Li said.
"I didn't say you were going to drop it. I brought the pulley block here, got it to the edge of the cliff, and threw it directly. There is a crane at the bottom of the mountain. You can just lift it up and pull it away. Isn't that the end of it?" Boss Xiong said matter-of-factly.
"What a waste of natural resources! This is a priceless rare treasure. It is ruined like this... Oh! What a pity." Mr. Li said, beating his chest.
"A waste of natural resources? You are wrong. I said that if you put it here, it is just a bell, worthless. In my hands, even if it is incomplete and dilapidated, just this head, this tonnage, and the words on it can be sold for one
A good price. Even if it's not priceless, it's enough for us to make a lot of money. Stop talking nonsense and do it quickly. Don't forget, if you can't figure this out, I won't care about your wife. Oops
, Leukemia, that costs a lot of money..." Boss Xiong said in a strange tone.
Mr. Li finally sighed and stepped forward to carefully observe the Yongle Bell. While looking at it, he cried. He was moved, but even more, he was filled with hatred! He didn’t hate Boss Xiong, he hated himself! For his own sake, he wanted to destroy it.
A mouthful of rare treasures...
Although he hated it, Mr. Li still drew lines on the big clock with chalk. He knew that today's matter was a foregone conclusion. There was obviously no one in the small temple, and the people at the foot of the mountain were deceived by Boss Xiong again. Shan Gao
The emperor was far away and it was too late to call the police. He drew the dividing line and preserved the cultural relic value of the clock to the maximum extent. If Boss Xiong did it by himself, the clock would really be destroyed. What's more, he really needed money... So
, Mr. Li, under Boss Xiong's urging, quickly divided the big clock into more than a hundred areas. Then he retreated slumped and sat on the ground, completely without energy.