The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 462, painting thief
It has to be said that the effect of the Tibetan painting studio is surprisingly good.

The number of visitors is one wave after another without stopping, and even some wealthy collectors and some painters come here admiringly.

These days, Zangstudio has become a very popular fried chicken.

Li Yu looked at the Tibetan studio with indescribable delight.

"What's there to be happy about? They didn't go to your hall to offer incense when they went to the art gallery." Fang Hua, who was on the side, seemed a little bored in front of the hall.

"You can't say that. This kind of thing will subtly influence and interact with each other. Now that the gallery has been put on the shelves, it has already gained such popularity. If there are more people in the future, it is afraid that it will not be able to carry the incense of the Taoist temple." Li Yu Sitting quietly in the Taoist temple, I feel happy and leisurely, and at the same time I am thinking about the picture in my mind.

Familiar painting style, familiar taste, still the swordsman in Tsing Yi.

This time the Tsing Yi swordsman changed his action.

is consistent with the first action.

Sure enough, it is right to connect a set of actions.
Li Yu is looking forward to the next move, the next move, and the next move.
Just as Li Yu continued to visualize this set of movements, Miao Qingwu suddenly entered the hall with an anxious look on his face.

"The great master is not good."

"Paintings have been stolen"

When I came to the painting studio, I found that there were many people around here, with different expressions.

There are those who regret, those who gloat, and those who eat melons and watch the excitement.

"I'm sorry. I. I tried my best to help you look at it, but the painting is still missing." Miao Qingwu blamed himself, and it was only a few days before the painting was lost.

Li Yu saw that a painting was missing in the middle.

Originally, the paintings in the library were neatly arranged in order, but now one painting is missing, which makes it feel very uncoordinated.

Li Yu muttered.

"Is that the Fisherman's Song in Water Tune? This is an instant slap in the face. Not long ago, it was said that the painting would never be lost."

Water tone fisherman's song.

It can be said that it is the most popular painting here. The fishing boats in the water, the misty clouds, and the fisherman standing in the middle. The combination of various elements gives people a misty and tranquil beauty of Taoyuan.

"Sure enough, what kind of art exhibition does the Taoist temple hold? It's neither fish nor fowl. Now it's been punished. It doesn't even have a glass cover and security personnel. It should be stolen sooner or later."

The voice was very low, but Li Yu could still hear it. The voice was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Facing Li Yu's gaze, the middle-aged man didn't avoid his eyes, but responded unscrupulously with jealous, malicious, and disgusted eyes.

It looked like three catties of lemons.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but a young man next to him did, and said impatiently: "What are you looking at, do you suspect that our curator is a thief?"

"Since Pindao's painting has been stolen, theoretically speaking, everyone present is a suspect. What's more, where Pindao is looking, it doesn't mean he is suspicious of someone, does it? Is it true that Pindao looks forward? Represents doubts about the people ahead?" Li Yu looked indifferent.

The young man was a little speechless by Li Yu.

"Xiao He, don't talk about it, the master's painting has just been lost, and it is understandable that he is in a bad mood, but master, you have to look after the famous paintings in this room, otherwise, you will cry if you lose it There's no place to cry." The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled, and the gloat was beyond words.

Name: Jin Hengfeng
Sex: Male
Race: human

Remarks: Director of the Third Culture and Art Museum of Jining City.

"No wonder the curator of the cultural center."

Li Yu immediately understood why the curator Jin was a little tit-for-tat. It turned out that his colleagues were enemies.

What other people hold is an art exhibition, and what they hold is also an art exhibition.

This is stealing people's business.
"In my opinion, maybe the so-called [Famous Paintings] here are all fakes. After all, the real famous paintings can't move. They must have been moved with equipment we don't know about." Xiao He He took it for granted, but still looked confused when he looked at the paintings around him.

Confused, he still can't see the reason why this painting becomes a dynamic painting.

"You don't have to worry about Pindao's paintings." Li Yu looked around with a smile on his face and said, "As for who took away the paintings, Pindao doesn't care. Anyway, when the time comes, the paintings will come back naturally. .”

Immediately, the surroundings were filled with joyful air.

Painting yourself will come back?

"Puchi. Uh, sorry, master, I couldn't hold back." Jin Hengfeng said with a look of regret: "I won't go into details about the authenticity of your painting, but can this thief return your painting? Cooked duck. Will it come back?"

Li Yu just smiled slightly and took Miao Qingwu out.

Those who know what to do here are amazed.

"Strange, why is this master not worried about his painting being stolen at all? If the painting is authentic, it is priceless. Even if it is not authentic, it will be panic if it is stolen under your nose." A middle-aged man with a square face next to him was curious. Said: "I've heard a lot of rumors about this Taoist priest before. If it's really so magical, maybe the painting will really come back?"

"Maybe it's not true at all. Of course he doesn't care. As for his rumors, they're just deceptive."

At this time, curator Jin Hengfeng smiled and said.

"If you want to see authentic famous paintings, you can come to our Third Culture and Art Museum. I will be your guide at that time. I hope that everyone can support you a lot, and the style will flourish."

After promoting his own culture and art museum, curator Jin Hengfeng left the studio with his two younger brothers, humming a little song along the way, in a good mood.

"Curator Jin, you seem to know where the painting is by looking at your expression. Could it be you, the curator?" Xiao He next to him asked curiously.

Curator Jin touched his mustache and quickly denied it.

"Don't, don't, although curator Jin is jealous of the Taoist priest's popularity, I won't ask people to steal it. This is a crime. If I get caught, I will lose my position."

However, in the end Director Jin still laughed.

"But just so I happened to see who took the painting."

Xiao He on the side suddenly realized.

"Since Curator Jin, you have seen it"

"You think I'll say it? Hahaha! It's too late for me to be happy."

Curator Jin looked terrified.

"Although I can't steal the painting, I don't need to tell that Taoist who stole the painting. Anyway, I don't need to dirty my hands to achieve the goal. I'm so happy."

While talking, Curator Jin lit a cigarette and said while smoking.

"He is also a very familiar young man. I didn't expect him to be reduced to stealing paintings."

(End of this chapter)