Chapter 76 Clay Statue
Even though he had shrunk dozens of times, shrinking from a 100-pound adult to a palm-sized kitten, Qing Bai still believed in the law of conservation of energy most of the time... Qi Xiaopang, a 200-pound little fat man, and a coal briquette that looked solid, not puffy, if they were really put into this clay sculpture that was less than a meter tall, what kind of shape would they be broken into?
"Don't panic." Jiunian comforted Qing Bai, "I can sense that there are people inside, and they are still alive."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to take Qing Bai to sit on a tree branch outside the temple and watch the excitement for so long.
Hearing Jiu Nian say this, Qing Bai's heart instantly relaxed a lot. He finally had the leisure to carefully observe the clay sculpture that was being worshipped by the monkey. He was far away before, and the light in the mountains and forests was not good. From afar, he could only see a dark outline of an indistinguishable face. Apart from the fact that it did not look like a human, the biggest impression was the thick rope made of tightly twisted red cloth on the outside. It did not look like a unique decoration, but instead made people think of something unpleasant like a chain.
Qing Bai took a closer look and finally understood why the monkeys gathered in this dilapidated temple and why the Monkey King personally picked fruits and caught cicadas as offerings - this clay sculpture was actually a monkey with its eyes wide open and angry.
Although it has no gold, colorful paintings, carvings or engravings, and is just a large mass of black mud dug from some riverbed, the monkey statue is lifelike and detailed, and has a kind of simple wildness, as if if the thick rope tied to it were removed, it would roar in the mountains and hurt people with its claws in the next second. If it were not displayed in a temple, its exquisiteness would make it worthy of being sent to a sculpture exhibition, or the kind that sells tickets.
I don't know which master's work was lost in the mountains, but it's a bit depressing, with more ferocious and wild features than spirituality. Looking at it for a long time makes people feel depressed and irritated for no reason.
After Qing Bai finished his inspection, he tentatively asked, "How can we get him out? Should we push this clay statue or smash it?"
Although there was not much difference between the two, but considering that there were so many monkey believers present, especially a little monkey squatting on Ai Chan's shoulder who could hear and speak human language, Qing Bai lowered his voice.
Originally they came to investigate the Monkey King who smashed the temple and pushed the Buddha statues. Who would have thought that in just one day, they also became the "bad guys" who came to smash the temple and push the statues? The reversal was so quick and drastic that I really don't know whether to say that things are impermanent or that fortune changes.
Qing Bai felt that he had lowered his voice, but he did not expect that the Swallow and the Monkey King, who had been fighting fiercely just now, would stop at the same time. Without the noisy fighting sounds of birdsong and monkeys, his voice was resounding in this quiet and dilapidated temple.
Qing Bai finally realized that he and Jiu Nian had become the focus of attention of all the people, monkeys, monsters and unknown creatures present.
Bathed in the silent yet powerful gazes of the monkeys, Qing Bai remained expressionless but his heart was already on high alert. Damn it, he had spoken too bluntly. What if the monkeys in Chushan, under the leadership of this unusual monkey king, sincerely worshipped and venerated the monkey statue every day, and although they failed to become monsters, they were protected and could understand human language?
Didn't the old monk say, "The monkey is intelligent and can distinguish good from evil"? If their actions of jumping onto the altar and discussing how to smash the clay statue in front of the clay statue and the "believers" are not considered evil, then what is?
Putting himself in the other party's position, Qing Bai himself felt that they were unforgivable and guilty of heinous crimes.
Nine years passed without him noticing that in just a short while, Qing Bai's thoughts had traveled a thousand miles, and he almost even made up for the crime himself.
If he knew, he'd probably reflect on himself. Was he usually too low-key? Or had he failed to provide the Lingxi cub with enough security during this period? Or was there something wrong with his upbringing? Ghosts were fine, but why did a monkey make him so nervous?
Unfortunately, Jiu Nian didn't know, so his words just added fuel to the fire: "It's all right. Just push it."
Qing Bai: "..." It is said that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. I wonder if these two "cats" can escape from this group of "local monkeys" in Chushan with their burdens.
Qing Bai was worried, but Jiu Nian was a ruthless man who said few words. He raised his hand and slapped the "powerless" clay sculpture. This action caused a strange thing to happen - the monkeys enshrining the monkey-shaped clay sculpture remained indifferent, and Old Man Tang, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly jumped up, rolling and crawling towards the clay sculpture while crying and howling.
"Stop! Don't disrespect the Monkey King—"
Not only did this old man look more energetic than the one in the crack, his voice was also much more powerful. This shout directly woke up all the people and monkeys inside and outside the ruined temple, whether they were unconscious, pretending to be unconscious, had reacted, or were still reacting. Then something even stranger happened - the mob in strange costumes who had just been lying dead on the ground, regardless of how fast or slow they moved, and whether they were sincere or not, all stood up and followed Old Man Tang, intending to stop Jiu Nian Qing Bai's "clay sculpture promotion plan". It was such a mighty and chaotic group of people.
However, the monkeys who were there to worship the clay sculptures were not in a hurry. They stood at the temple gate like a solid wall and did not let anyone in.
As for the Monkey King, he was even more brave and good at fighting. He directly faced the attack of Miss Yan's sharp beak and pulled back Old Man Tang, who was about to pounce on Jiu Nian.
Qing Bai saw it all and was confused. If someone didn't know the situation, they would have thought they were the reinforcements called in by the monkey.
As for Ai Chan, he had returned to his old ways, clasping his hands together and chanting scriptures, making the chaos seem even more chaotic, like the scene of a mental illness.
After all, Jiu Nian was not really a delicate kitten. That seemingly light palm was actually as powerful as thunder. How could an ordinary clay sculpture withstand it? Even if it was gold-plated on the outside and steel-filled on the inside, it could not withstand it. A slight "crack" announced the end of the clay sculpture of the monkey god - first, the thick rope made of red cloth broke into pieces, and Qing Bai seemed to hear a childish groan in a trance, half joyful and half panic. Then, without the red rope, the black head of the monkey-shaped clay sculpture was like a fragile egg. After a series of crisp "crackling" sounds, the air penetrated the cracks like a sharp sword, and the broken "eggshells" peeled off by themselves. The originally semi-enclosed dilapidated temple was suddenly blew by a cold wind. The old dust that had accumulated for more than ten years carried the straw on the ground and flew left and right and danced up and down in the temple, forming several whirlpools.
Under such simple and crude interference, even the most sensitive vision was useless. Qing Bai wanted to struggle and try to squint his eyes to see what was happening. However, the 'guardian' was too considerate. The moment the wind blew up the dust, the big tail that was originally wrapped around his waist suddenly spread out and wrapped Qing Bai tightly, leaving no trace of the cat. Trapped in the fur, Qing Bai could only prick up his ears and try to use his hearing to make up for the lack of vision.
Fortunately, he did hear it. The loud "bang" sound was enough to throw out two hundred pounds of meat, and the puppy's eager and happy barking confirmed that it was Qi Xiaopang and Meigu who had fallen behind and disappeared.
After the storm subsided, Qing Bai immediately pushed away the fur that was stuck on his face. He looked out and saw Qi Xiaopang sitting on the ground in a daze. His face was pale and his eyes were staring straight ahead, and it was obvious that he had not yet reacted to what had happened.
Qing Bai felt that something was wrong with his condition and called his name softly: "...Qi Xiaopang?"
Unexpectedly, this sound was like turning on a strange switch. Fat Qi shuddered at first, looked around and his eyes suddenly lit up. The next second, he used all four claws to roll and crawl towards... towards the Monkey King who was still holding Old Man Tang in his hand. His movements were like a young swallow returning to the forest, and his face showed admiration and dependence like a tired bird returning to its nest. He was chirping something in his mouth. In short, he became like a monkey. Poor little Coal Ball bit his trouser leg with his baby teeth and tried to pull it back, but it was useless. Instead, he was dragged upside down.
Fortunately, this monkey king is worthy of being the iron-blooded monkey king who commands hundreds of monkeys on Chu Mountain in the body of a female. Facing the little fat man weighing more than 200 pounds rushing towards him, his firm and bright eyes only showed a brief moment of confusion before he quickly regained his composure.
The calm Monkey King grabbed Old Man Tang and jumped to the side quickly and swiftly... Fat Qi Xiaopang, who was jumping into the forest, missed the target and fell hard. The little fat man didn't get up for a long time, but it was not all bad, at least the chaotic language system was restored.
Qi Xiaopang rolled over, his chubby face wrinkled into a bitter melon, and he opened his mouth and said, "Mom! Why didn't you catch me? I fell flat on my butt!"
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Silence is the dilapidated temple on Chushan Mountain today.
If the question mark could be materialized, then there would be nowhere to stand in the dilapidated temple at this moment.
Qing Bai's mood was particularly complicated. He wanted to say to Qi Xiaopang, even if you don't want to work hard anymore, then... people can't, or at least shouldn't...
However, there was someone in the temple with a more complicated mood than Qing Bai, no, someone even angrier... The monkey. The little monkey that had been quietly and innocently sitting on Ai Chan's shoulder seemed to be irritated by the sight of 'recognizing the monkey as its mother'. It jumped off Ai Chan and rushed towards Qi Xiaopang with its claws and teeth bared, cursing as it rushed: "Don't call her mother! She's not your mother! Don't you have your own mother?!"
Hearing the scolding, Qi Xiaopang looked in the direction of the sound and saw a black shadow with two green lights rushing towards him. Qi Xiaopang, who was timid than a monkey, screamed immediately: "Mom, mom, mom, mom, help me!!!"
However, the more he yelled at the little monkey, the angrier he got, until his tender voice cracked: "I already told you she's not your mother!!!"
Qi Xiaopang cried and crawled to the Monkey King: "Wuwuwu, Mom, save me!"
The little monkey was so angry that he screamed in monkey language: "Chirp chirp chirp chirp!"
The monkey king at the center of the storm fell into confusion again. He looked at the strange human fat boy who was trying to get into his arms, then looked at the empty space in front of the fat boy. The confusion in his brown eyes deepened, as if he didn't understand why this person was so scared by the air.
But this time, it didn't dodge.
Qi Xiaopang hugged his 'mother's' arm as he wished. At the same time, the angry little monkey suddenly calmed down. It stared at Qi Xiaopang holding the monkey king for a long time, and said slowly: "I want to hug my mother too..."
Then it nodded as if it had suddenly figured it out: "In that case...if you help me, I'll give way to you."
"We are both mother's little monkeys."
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