Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 151 Theft
No wonder, no wonder even he can fall into it, no wonder those four mirror gods were able to become gods 2000 years ago.

So it turns out that although Fengzheng here doesn't look like the luck of the human race in folklore, it seems to be something about faith and belief.

As long as you listen to enough dramas, even like the evil ghost in the drama just now, it will be programmed into the drama and circulated continuously.

Then he may be able to get the god position canonized by the living beings!

Maybe there is some water in this seat, but it is also a seat!

The upper limit of evil spirits is kings, what if they become gods?
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and he wished he could go directly to Walon and ask him to get a few theater troupes to work in turn.

No wonder I couldn't control my emotions just now, this thing interrupted my chance.

Thinking of the way Luo Qing looked at the middle-aged man who was still screaming, something gradually went wrong. Cutting people's chances is a big enemy.

According to the legend of the Hua Kingdom, everything will be fine if the opera ends safely, but if it is interrupted in the middle, it is a big taboo.

"What happened to you just now? Why are you so scary?" Xiaoyu leaned over and asked in a low voice, with some concern in her tone.

When Luo Qing came back to his senses, he immediately met three pairs of concerned eyes.

He couldn't help smiling sincerely: "It's nothing, but opera seems to have a unique meaning to ghosts. If there was no father just now, that person might really disappear."

The doubts in Xiaoyu's eyes deepened, and she asked curiously: "Why is this happening? Can't you control yourself?"

Luo Qing smiled: "Uncle Long should know something. There used to be a legend that once a play starts, even if there is no one in the audience, it must be finished. There are audiences from all directions, mortals on one side, and ghosts and gods from seven directions."

"The ghosts and gods here are actually talking about evil spirits. Evil spirits may evolve after listening to a lot of dramas, so if there are evil spirits hiding next to you, once you stop playing, it will be like..."

Luo Qing frowned and thought about the adjective: "It's like the feeling of your super moose being snatched away."

Xiaoyu froze for a moment, frowned and thought for a while. If her super moose was robbed, she shook her head violently, and said seriously: "Then I will definitely use the kung fu taught by Uncle Long to blow that person's head off!"

"Xiaoyu! Kung fu is for you to cultivate your morality, not for you to use violence!" Chen Long frowned and preached, but then he muttered thoughtfully in his eyes: "I always thought it was just a folklore, but I didn't expect it It turned out to be true."

"Actually, most of the legends are still false. For example, evil spirits have no thoughts, they can't be wronged, they have debts, and animals can also become evil spirits. The mahogany sword is useless against evil spirits," Luo Qing said. The old man walked over here, he smiled and said, "Okay, it seems we have to go."

woohoo~
The sirens outside were harsh, and after a while some police officers walked in cautiously with guns, and Mr. Wen immediately greeted him and explained something.

"Let's go, go back first, things here may take a while to deal with." The old man walked out as he said.

The police officers didn't intend to stop them either. This man was robbing with a gun and endangering other people's lives, so he was appointed to go in and squat down as he wished.

As for the supernatural phenomenon that the informant mentioned, that's not their business. District [-] is already on its way.

Back at the antique shop, Xiaoyu and Luo Qing looked at each other, and finally Luo Qing said, "Father, that troupe doesn't seem to be that clean anymore."

The old man frowned suddenly and looked over: "What's wrong?"

"That. Xiaoyu and I found out that two of the actors planned to steal the museum." Luo Qing looked at his father and said cautiously: "You know, the wall-piercing paint in dramas is not a small help to the theft."

The theater is the white moonlight in my father's memory, God knows whether he believes it or not.

Sure enough, the old man frowned immediately, and asked, "Why? There are many tests in theater studies. How can a person with a bad mind survive a career as a handyman?"

"Stolen museum? Which museum?" Chen Long's reaction was much bigger. Archaeologists and museums are always inseparable.

Luo Qing spread his hands, and said helplessly: "I don't know, Xiaoyu and I have heard so much, and they will act tonight."

Both Chen Long and his father frowned in thought, and Chen Long even took out his mobile phone, hesitating a little.

Theft cannot be convicted until it is committed, and reporting seems useless.

The old man was silent for a long time, waved his hands and said: "The old man knows, you don't need to worry about this matter."

Luo Qing and Xiaoyu looked at each other again, and they both understood the meaning in each other's eyes, so they nodded decisively: "Okay, then Uncle Long, I'll take Xiaoyu out to play."

"Be careful." Chen Long replied casually, with no intention of objecting. There is no danger in staying with Luo Qing. That's a ghost!

"Okay, I'll take her out for dinner and send her back before going to bed." Luo Qing winked at Xiaoyu as she spoke, and quickly slipped away without waiting for an answer.

Looking at the slightly dazzling sunlight in the afternoon, Luo Qing suggested: "Why don't we go to the Moose Paradise for a while? Anyway, it's still early, and they may not do anything until the evening performance is over."

Xiaoyu paused, her eyes brightened slightly, but then she shook her head: "No, I think this is more interesting."

Xiaoyu took out the wall-penetrating paint, looked left and right, and walked to the alley not far away.

Luo Qing paused, then smiled helplessly, well, such a small Xiaoyu doesn't want to take advantage of others, not even friends.

When Luo Qing also walked into the alley, Xiaoyu's face had completely turned white, and she was looking at a wall eager to try.

"Do you want some?" Hearing the footsteps behind her, Xiaoyu handed over the small box in her hand and asked.

"No, I can go through the wall." Luo Qing's hand became transparent as he spoke, and he stretched into the wall at once, proving his words.

Xiaoyu glanced enviously and said, "Okay, let's start today's great adventure!"

As she spoke, she leaped resolutely, and her whole body instantly merged into the wall, which seemed very miraculous.

Luo Qing followed, with a smile on his face. While following Xiaoyu, he had already started assigning tasks to Walong. The Conferred God was still very exciting to him.

The sun moves westward, and the passage of time always makes people feel in a trance, and it never stays because of a certain creature.

When the moonlight climbs into the sky unknowingly, people will be surprised that today seems to be passing again.

The end of a big drama also represents the beginning of some evil.

"Which actor is it?" Xiaoyu asked in a low voice, sticking her head into the wall from time to time to observe something.

"The one who plays the farmer also has a buffoon." Luo Qing was also a little cautious. Although he had no interest in catching thieves, it didn't prevent him from running around with Xiaoyu.

Studying is always a combination of work and rest, isn't it?
"They are taking off their makeup, who is that?" Xiaoyu pointed to the corner of the theater, where a guy in night clothes and a black mask was sneaking into the theater.

Luo Qing turned his head to take a look, and then looked at Xiaoyu. The two of them tacitly kept silent, and slowly retreated to the corner, allowing themselves to be completely hidden in the darkness.

The man in black seemed to be quite skilled. After a few moves, he climbed up to the roof of the theater, lying on a mezzanine like a gecko and waiting silently.

Time passed slowly, and when two actors with ghostly makeup and ancient black costumes walked away through the wall from one side of the theater, the man in black also quickly slipped out.

Xiaoyu and Luo Qing looked at each other, and silently followed behind.

After the three waves of people disappeared, in the dark theater where the curtain fell, a lone light suddenly lit up.

It showed an old man in a woolen sweater and a bald man in a red and gold robe.

"Look, beetle, your sacred stage has long been defiled. Dad said, dad didn't come to quarrel with you."

Dad's old voice sounded, and he was also a little lonely. The "characters" used to be dramas had to be cultivated from an early age, and it took at least ten years to start. In that case, any ghosts and ghosts would be exposed in the long-term relationship.

But now.
Mr. Wen seemed to have aged more than ten years all of a sudden, staring at the wall of the theater in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

For a long time, he didn't say a word, nor did he refute anything. He lifted the curtain silently and walked down the stage.

The father looked at the lonely back, and was silent for a while. He knew what Mr. Wen's loss was like, because in their generation, inheritance is always the most important thing.

But now, the stage left by the ancestors seems to have been tarnished, not to mention the disciples who have passed on the evil intentions.

Boom!
A gong exploded in the darkness, just like the opening of a big drama in the past, and also like the end of the performance.

Boom!
The second sound of the gong exploded, and the old man subconsciously straightened his waist, and the lights on the stage came on one by one, gradually illuminating the world behind the curtain.

Boom!
The third gong sounded, the old man turned around, his straight waist slowly bent a little, he walked out of the theater silently, looked at the stars and crescent moon in the sky, and sighed softly.

He is no longer a member of the theater. The sound of the gong should not cater to him.

He took out the keypad and dialed Chen Long's phone, and was connected after a ring.

Chen Long's voice came in a low voice: "Father, what's the matter, I'm working now."

The old man looked at the stars, and said in a sad tone: "Come back, Chen Long, although this is not suitable for modern society, but"

Dad paused for a moment, and the theater behind him lit up completely, just like when the play started.

The old man said with some emotion: "It shouldn't be done by outsiders to clean up the house."

As soon as the words were finished, a clown in a red and gold robe sprang out from the wall of the bright theater behind him, singing in an opera tune as he walked through the night.

Chen Long was silent for a while, but still said: "Okay Dad, I just want to ensure that the cultural relics will not be lost, and I will not care about the rest."

"it is good."

The old man responded lightly, hung up the phone and walked towards the old man's antique shop.

Behind him, in the theater as bright as day, actors painted with magic paint rushed out of the wall one after another, followed by the theater in the darkness and disappeared.

Although in this era, the inheritance seems to have changed, but the rules will always be adhered to!
(End of this chapter)