"Honey, is there really no problem with us stealing this painting..." A young woman who was tightly wrapped around her body hesitated: "Let's go back the painting..."

"What can I do? This painting is originally from my house. What's wrong with me taking back my painting? Nothing wrong!"

The young man looked at the tightly wrapped in cloth in his hand with a greedy face and murmured.

"I didn't expect it to be so simple. I took our painting back. Should I say that Taoist priest was too stupid or too naive to human nature. He put the painting outside so openly. Isn't it obvious that he was asking someone to steal it? I just did what he wanted..."

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

"Shaoqin, you have to think clearly that with this painting, we can live our previous life. We don't have to be kicked out by the landlord when renting a house like we are now." The young man paused and said, "I have had enough of this kind of life. I want to make a comeback and regain the reputation of my father. All my hopes are on this painting."

“Previous life…”

The young woman murmured, as if she was stimulated by the word "life" before. She no longer mentioned the matter of returning the painting back, but just gritted her teeth and said.

"Then let's leave quickly..."

Just as the two were about to leave the mountain and yearn for their future wealthy life, the young man suddenly felt a lighter behind him.

Something is not right.

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

"Impossible...definitely impossible..."

The young man took off his backpack.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

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

There is nothing inside.

"What are you painting... Why is my painting gone... Return my painting to me quickly!"

Only hysterical young people are left at the foot of the mountain...

...

The next day, when the Taoist temple opened, there were still crowds of people in front of the door.

This time, many people arrived even before the viewing was opened.

Draw, you will come back.

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

"Haha, let's see if there is another painting missing." Jin Hengfeng smiled, his tone full of gloating: "I lost a painting yesterday, but today I haven't learned a lesson and I'm not wary at all. It's really... Tsk, talent, are there only a few people in such a big Taoist temple?"

"I have money to buy land and build Taoist temples, but I don't have money to invite people to see them. Alas, I really don't know what to say. Maybe this is... the limitation of people in the mountains?" Xiao He next to him also sighed, and his tone was a little regretful. Such a good thing was taken over by a fool.

I entered the Tibetan studio with this mentality.

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

"But I have to admit that the creativity here is really good. I make the painting dynamic and the freehand painting of landscape paintings... Tsk tsk, I just don't know how this Taoist did it, what the latest science and technology were used or what, I'm very curious..."

"Haha, although it's magical, the painting was still stolen!" Xiao He looked gloating.

Yes, the painting is stolen and nothing is left.

However, they were all confused next.

In the early morning, fisherman singing, the old man holding the fishing boat slowly walked on the lake, hiding in the clouds and mist, illusory and a hint of reality.

If you see it, you can also substitute it into it.

Seeing this Director Huajin was stunned.

Painting...really back?

"What the hell... can this painting come back by itself?" Director Jin seemed to not believe his eyes.

Everyone was also in a state of great turmoil. It was only one night that the painting returned to its original position.

"Can it be this Taoist priest hype..." Xiao He said in surprise: "It seems like he can come back if he performs hype painting?"

Director Jin shook his head and muttered.

"Impossible, that little red guy..."

Many people also had the same idea as Xiao He, thinking that this should be a hype method.

A man suddenly broke in.

He is a young man with a small figure, rushing around without caring about whether there is anyone around him.

"My psycho, you can't see the way."

After a burst of muttering, the young man still ignored it and just came in to look at the fisherman's song in the morning light and murmured.

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

The young man's hysterical voice was loud, and many people avoided him and looked at him with a suspicious look.

Isn’t this telling the story of being a thief?

"Husband, forget it..." A young woman with a hurry and anxious expression appeared behind her, and she apologized to the surroundings and wanted to pull the young man away.

The young man still refused and broke free from the young woman's hand and said excitedly.

"This is our only hope. Besides, what have we done wrong? We just took back our own things! Why is it called stealing? If that's the case, the Taoist priest of this Taoist temple is considered a thief! He took my things!" The young man began to shout: "Everyone, think about it, we can see and touch the daily revenue of this Taoist temple. Can he afford so many famous paintings? You have never thought about how these famous paintings of this Taoist priest came from? Did he buy them with real money?"

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

This made many people look here and think about it.

Director Jin, who was standing next to him, said after a moment of silence.

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

"Director Jin?" The young man looked at someone who was helping him or someone he was familiar with. He was overjoyed and said even more arrogantly: "I just came back to get my paintings. What did I do wrong? I was not wrong! If you don't believe me, please ask this Taoist priest, where did these paintings come from!"

The young man pointed to Li Yu who came.

Everyone also looked at Li Yu.

Faced with the young man’s questioning, Li Yu still said calmly.

"These paintings were given by one person."

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

"Ye Huangkong."

As soon as the words came out, the riots present became even worse, and even Director Jin, who was standing by, showed an unexpected expression.

"Yes, Ye Huangkong...you are not young anymore, and you should also know that the infamous Ye Huangkong..."

"This painting was taken away by Ye Huangkong from me back then. Now he has given this painting to this Taoist priest. I'll take it back. Is it wrong?"
Chapter completed!