Chapter 1316 A Thief Went up the Mountain

In this way, after witnessing the miracle of morning bells and evening drums, everyone could not see the monk. Not only did they not satisfy their curiosity, but they had more regrets. They said that they would come again, and they must see Fangzheng.

Some people simply live here forever...

This turmoil means that one month has passed. During this month, the lively New Year in Northeast China, Spring Festival couplets, posting hangers, wrapping bean buns, sticky consumption, one finger village and ten villages connecting street lamps have once again amazed foreigners. Come on Tourists all share this unique Chinese New Year flavor on their Facebook pages.

This New Year, for the first time, Huaxia dominates the circle of friends of many foreigners.

However, the more famous One Finger Temple became, the more curious everyone became. What about the monk?

"Where did the monk go?" Many people outside Yizhi Temple asked.

However, even the villagers of One Finger Village don't know where Fangzheng has gone.

Because since Honghai'er and others have taken care of this matter, they have arranged a small blindfold in the cold bamboo forest, so outsiders can't see Fangzheng at all.

If Hong Haier and the others don't say anything, who knows where Fangzheng has gone?

Some people say that Fangzheng went to the Land of Ultimate Bliss after his meritorious deeds were completed, some people said that Fangzheng went to other places to save people, and some people said that Fangzheng passed away...

There are different opinions, but one theory is gradually recognized by everyone, that is, Fangzheng is not in One Finger Temple!

Maybe not even in this world anymore.

As this rumor spread, the night on One Finger Mountain began to be uneven.

"Who?!" The two men suddenly looked behind them vigilantly.

"Don't get excited, it's us." Three figures appeared on the mountain road.

"Huh...Old Wang, people are scary, scary! Next time you come over, please 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 boy and a few animals left. It really pissed us off, and he took them away! I guess someone must have paid a high price on the black market. Take it." Lao Li next to Lao Wang said with a smile.

"Take them, it's not easy to go down the mountain, and if we are discovered, with Fangzheng's influence, we don't want to get out of the Northeast alive. So, you all restrain me." Lao Zhao beside Lao Zhang said.

At the end, Lao Zhou's voice was a bit feminine, but he was also a man. He whispered: "If this business is completed, hehe...We, Zhang Wang, Li Zhaozhou, can wash our hands in a golden basin."

"That's right, after doing this vote, I'll go abroad, and I won't come back even if I die." Old Wang laughed.

"Come back? Unless you don't want to live anymore." Lao Li said hehe.

"Wait a minute, Lao Li, tell me about the price again, I'm a bit confused." Old Zhang said.

Old Li Bai glanced at the other party and said: "You have asked more than ten times on the way, how many more times do you want to ask?"

Lao Zhang rubbed his hands together and said, "You know, before I start working, I need some stimulation. The more excited I am, the more stable my hands will be."

Lao Li had no choice but to say: "Listen well, the rubbings of the stele are worth 50 million US dollars!

The top-quality cold bamboo is 30 centimeters in length from the part above the root system, and one piece costs half a million dollars!

Extreme cold bamboo tea, this is not for them, it is what we want. Now the black market has reached one million taels, that is to say, when you see young leaves, you can pull them down. That stuff is priceless now, and we say how much money is how much money! "

"Understood, hehe... I'm starting to get excited." Lao Zhang licked his lips, his eyes were almost shining.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and go up the mountain quickly." Old Zhou urged.

The others nodded and walked quickly up the mountain.

Although the top of One Finger 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 is dark clouds, so everyone can only walk in the dark, with a little bit of light reflected from the white snow.

But in this way, a little further away, others can't see them.

In addition, on the top of the mountain at night, the north wind howls, as long as no gongs and drums are played, no movement can be heard at a distance of 100 meters.

Of course, this is the hearing of normal people...

As the five people went up the mountain, bypassing One Finger Temple, and headed straight for the cold bamboo forest, the sound of their rustling footsteps seemed to be covered by the wind.

However, in One Finger Temple, a certain wolf who had suffered from insomnia suddenly raised his head, shook his ears, and said, "It seems that someone has gone up the mountain."

"No way, what are you doing up the mountain this late at night? Do you want to drink the northwest wind?" The monkey didn't quite believe it, but he still said to the squirrel, "Jing Kuan, why don't you go and have a look?"

The squirrel said lazily, "Why hasn't Fourth Junior Brother come back? The two of them went down the mountain to play, and they didn't say they would come back soon, and they still have to tire me out, hey..."

After complaining, the squirrel sprinted up the wall, like a black lightning, and quickly went away.

If Fangzheng saw this scene, he would definitely say with emotion: The little animals in One Finger Temple are getting stronger and stronger.

"Old Zhang, I'll look for tender shoots, and you dig cold bamboos." Lao Wang said to Lao Zhang and Lao Li.

Old Zhang said: "Go ahead and find as many as you can, that stuff will be sold by gram!"

"Okay!" Lao Wang replied and left.

In the distance, on the other side of the stele, Lao Zhao and Lao Zhou also came under the stele. Looking at the tall stele, the two felt a little worried.

"It's so high, it's too troublesome to print it." Old Zhao complained.

Lao Zhou chuckled and said, "That's why we charge by page, and this slate can print dozens of pages! Thank God, if it weren't for the messy things they took when taking pictures, they wouldn't need us to print them. This is tantamount to a windfall falling from the sky."

When Lao Zhao heard this, he also laughed, took out the rubbing equipment, and was ready to start rubbing.

Lao Zhou started to assemble simple ladders, otherwise, there would be nowhere to start with such a large stele.

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, its hair stood on end, and shouted: "Stop it, you dare to steal things! Do you really think there is no one in One Finger Temple?"

With a loud shout, Lao Zhang and Li below were so frightened that their goosebumps rose, and they suddenly turned around!

no one!

Look around, still no one!

Where did that sound come from?

"Where are we going?" cried the Squirrel.

The two of them followed the sound and saw a black mass squatting on the bamboo tree, but they couldn't make out what it was.

"It's that squirrel!" Lao Zhang is not an idiot either, he guessed it right away when he saw the shape of the thing and the ability to talk.

"Hey, a little squirrel is also here to scare people? Little thing, you can either come down and we will stew you. Or you can just squat on it and watch the grandpas get rich!" Old Li was not afraid at all, instead he laughed.