When Lone Wolf heard this, he also lay down and said: "Junior brother, you can go, I will stay and look after the house. I am the first protector of this temple, and I am senior brother... Master said, I have to let you do it."
"How about you go and I stay?" Squirrel was also 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'm just a little stronger! I'm smaller! My claws are not so... so sharp... But my teeth are still very... well... ugh Wow, 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 has said that there are specialties in the profession, and everyone has his or her own position. Brother Jingfa is good at looking after the house and guarding the courtyard. 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, Fangyuan 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 most innocent. He immediately widened his eyes and asked excitedly and with great hope.
The red boy blushed, he was really bragging just now. However, being looked at with such admiration by this little one, his pride took a toll on him, so he nodded affirmatively, patted 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 go play.
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, muttering about what to eat tomorrow morning, there was a sound of footsteps.
"Master is back? No, there are so many footsteps, there are 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 a long way away, he saw a group of people going up the mountain, carrying a lot of things on their shoulders, tiptoeing and sneaking around.
"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 that my junior brother said!" Thinking of this, the lone wolf got into the nearby grass and sneaked closer, wanting to take a look at these things. What do people want to do? These people are not Uncle Da's group, Lone Wolf is not sure, they are thieves.
"Boss Xiong, isn't that the bell you're talking about? Isn't it too big?" One person pointed to the big clock on the bell tower, and his jaw almost dropped in shock.
Boss Xiong also looked confused, and then cursed: "Damn it, that bastard Da Zi 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, go have a look."
After saying that, Boss Xiong took 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 a connoisseur in the antique world, an expert who knows the door, and an outsider who watches the excitement. He can see the extraordinaryness of this big clock at a glance! He said in shock: "What a good thing! No wonder the gravedigger from Dazi wanted to cross the line and steal it! I want to rob it now! No one can stop me today. God will kill the god if he blocks it, and Buddha will kill if he blocks the Buddha. This From now on, Zhong’s surname will be Xiong!”
"Boss, the problem is that this clock is too big. We have a lot of people and a lot of tools, but if we want to complete it, it's difficult..." 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, it's incomplete, do you want to dismantle it? But 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? You can make every penny you make, but if you put it here, it's worthless! After tearing it apart, Da Zi 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 get it down. I brought the pulley set. I 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! This is a priceless rare treasure. It's 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 get started. 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 observe the Yongle Bell carefully. While looking at it, he cried. He was moved, but more of he hated it! He doesn’t hate Boss Xiong, he hates himself! For his own sake, he wants to destroy a rare treasure...
Although he hated it, Mr. Li still drew lines on the big clock with chalk. He knew that today the matter was a foregone conclusion. There was obviously no one in the small temple. The people down the mountain were deceived by Boss Xiong again. The mountain was high and the emperor was far away, so 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 was allowed to do it by himself, the clock would really be destroyed. What's more, he really needed money... So, under Boss Xiong's urging, Mr. Li quickly divided the big clock into more than a hundred areas. Then he retreated slumpedly and sat down on the ground, his whole body completely drained of energy.
(End of chapter)