The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 463 He stole the painting
"Husband, is it really okay for us to steal this painting?" A young woman who was completely wrapped up in clothes hesitated and said, "Let's return the painting."

"What's the problem? This painting belongs to my family. What's wrong with me taking my painting back? There's nothing wrong with it!"

The young man looked greedily at the tightly wrapped painting in his hand and murmured.

"I didn't expect it to be so easy. I took our painting back. Should I say that the Taoist priest is too stupid or too naive to human nature. Putting the painting outside in such a fair way is not obvious. To steal? I just do as he wishes."

The "husband" young woman wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the young man.

"Shaoqin, you have to think clearly, with this painting, we can live the life we ​​used to, and we don't have to be kicked out by the landlord when renting a house like this." The young man paused and said: "I've already suffered This kind of life is enough, I want to make a comeback, I want to revive the prestige of my fathers, all my hopes are in this painting."

"Previous Life"

The young woman murmured, as if she was stimulated by the word "life in the past", she didn't mention the matter of returning the painting, she just gritted her teeth.

"Then let's leave now."

Just when the two were about to leave the mountain, yearning for their future rich life, the young man suddenly felt a light behind his back.

Something feels wrong.

The youth had an ominous premonition about the disappearance of this familiar weight.

"Impossible is absolutely impossible."

The young man took off the backpack he was carrying.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

The young man ignored the young woman's words and just opened the backpack on his own.

Inside, there was nothing.

"Painting. Why is my painting gone? Give me back my painting!"

Only the hysterical youth remained at the foot of the mountain.
The Taoist temple opened the next day, but there was still a sea of ​​people in front of the door.

This time a lot of people were there even before the opening.

Draw, and I will come back.

Many people yesterday wanted to confirm whether this is true or false.

"Hehe, let's see if there is another painting missing." Jin Hengfeng smiled, and his tone was full of gloating: "I lost a painting yesterday, and I didn't learn my lesson today, and I didn't take precautions at all. It’s really tsk, talent, there are only a few people in such a big Taoist temple.”

"If you have the money to buy land and build a Taoist temple, but you don't have the money to invite people to see it, hey, I really don't know what to say. Maybe this is the limitation of the knowledge of the people in the mountains?" Xiao He, who was next to him, also sighed. It's a pity that such a good thing was taken by a fool.

With such a mentality, I entered the Tibetan painting studio.

The moment he entered the door, the power of the dynamic Chinese painting came over his face, Jin Hengfeng murmured with his hands behind his back.

"However, I have to admit that the creativity here is really good. Making the painting dynamic without losing the freehand brushwork of landscape painting, I just don't know how this Taoist did it, what kind of latest science and technology did he use, or what? Very curious"

"Haha, it's amazing, but the painting was stolen!" Xiao He gloated.

That's right, if the painting is stolen, you lose everything.

But what happened next left them stunned.

In the early morning fisherman's song, the old man holding the fishing boat is slowly moving on the lake, hidden in the clouds and mist, illusory yet with a trace of reality.

Seeing it can also be substituted into it.

Looking at this painting, Curator Jin was stunned.

Painting. Really back?
"What the hell is this painting able to come back by itself?" Curator Jin seemed not to believe his eyes.

Everyone was in a commotion, and after only one night, the painting returned to its original position.

"Could it be this Taoist hype." Xiao He on the side said in amazement: "It's like performing hype and painting, can you come back by yourself?"

Curator Jin shook his head and muttered.

"Impossible, but that little red guy"

And many people also have the same idea as Xiao He, thinking that this should be some kind of hype.

Suddenly a person came in.

He was a young man who was not too tall, and he went on a rampage, not caring who was around him at all.

"Crazy, you can't see the road."

After a while of muttering, the young man still turned a deaf ear, just came in and looked at the morning fisherman's song, and whispered.

"Why. Why is this painting coming back. Why!"

The young man's hysterical voice was very loud, and many people avoided him and looked at him suspiciously.

Isn't this just saying that he is a painting thief?
"Husband, forget it." A young woman with a hurried and anxious expression came from behind, and after apologizing to the surroundings, she wanted to pull the young man away.

The young man still didn't follow, he broke free from the young woman's hand and said excitedly.

"This is our only hope. Besides, what did we do wrong? We just took our own things back! Why is it called stealing? In this way, the Taoist priest of this Taoist temple is a thief! He took away Things from my house!" The young man began to shout: "Everyone, think about it, we can see and feel the daily revenue of this Taoist temple, can he afford so many famous paintings? You didn't think But, where did these famous paintings of this Taoist priest come from? Did he buy them with real money?"

The young man's face was angry and ferocious, hysterical.

Many people looked here, thoughtfully.

Curator Jin who was standing beside him also said after a moment of silence.

"I can prove that three years ago, he came to me to estimate the value of this painting and wanted to sell it to us, but because the price was not suitable, our cooperation did not come to fruition, which was quite a pity for me at the time. what."

"Curator Jin?" The young man was overjoyed when he saw that someone was helping him, someone he was familiar with, and said even more arrogantly: "I just came to get my painting back. What did I do wrong? I didn't do anything wrong! Don't believe me Ask this Taoist priest, where did these paintings come from!"

The young man pointed to Li Yu who was coming.

Everyone also looked at Li Yu.

Facing the young man's questioning, Li Yu said calmly.

"These paintings were all given by one person."

"Then can you tell me who gave it to you?" the young man asked with narrowed eyes.

"Ye Huangkong."

As soon as the words came out, the commotion at the scene became more serious, and even Curator Jin on the side showed a surprised expression.

"That's right, Ye Huangkong. Everyone here is not too young, and you should know the notorious Ye Huangkong."

"This painting was taken away from me by Ye Huangkong back then. Now he gave this painting to this Taoist priest. Is it wrong for me to take it back?"

(End of this chapter)