The drizzle stopped after all the monks gathered in the temple.

Slippery ground is the only drawback, but for the annual Qingming tug-of-war, this year's difficulty is not the greatest.

There are one hundred and twenty monks in the temple. Daoyan and Shishi each had sixty monks. The tall, short, fat and thin are evenly distributed, and neither team suffers.

In order to improve morale, Stone led the team members to chant the slogan "Stone Team Wins".

Not only that, but he also walked by in front of the opponent's sixty players with a provocative gaze and a proud posture to suppress the opponent's arrogance.

"Stone, you come back to me! Bored! Dao Yan shouted loudly, so angry that his beard flew all over his face, worried that his side would really lose in momentum first.

"Master, I didn't foul! You can also come to my team and show off your might. The stone ignored it, and strode back and forth in front of Dao Yan's team members.

can't be ashamed to draw a gourd like this, Dao Yan has no choice but to swallow his anger.

The only thing he can be thankful about is that in the war to fulfill his ambition in life, he and Stone should be in the same trench.

A thick piece of hemp rope twisted and pinched in the hands of one hundred and twenty-two men.

Dao Yan is the last to stand against experience.

"Master, I kindly remind you that the last person must be the heaviest, otherwise you don't want to win." Stone ran to Dao Yan's side and shouted.

He is not kind enough to provide the other party with valuable practical experience, but to listen to the truth.

He didn't forget Dao Yan's show-off, trying to find out how to exert the power of four or two thousand catties.

"Want me to tell you the magic weapon? There are no doors, hurry back! Dao Yan said vigilantly.

Stone Gray returned to his team, and he was the last one.

The stone adjusted the posture of each team member, leaning back, keeping the center of gravity down, and at the same time telling them not to their hips and use their waist and legs to exert force.

Dao Yan whispered to each team member's ear, as if they had a secret weapon.

The competition officially began, and the red cloth in the middle of the thick rope was waiting to be thrown into the arms of the winner.

The two sides exerted their strength at the same time and were evenly matched.

The red cloth shook slightly, suddenly moving half an inch to one side, and then sharply retreating half an inch to the other.

It is tugging back and forth at this inch square, never taking half a step beyond the thunder pool.

The Bee Eagle flew up and down the long line, often trying to do a little trick to help the stones.

But the stone has explained, don't let him win.

A quarter of an hour later, the stones and Dao Yan at both ends of the rope still controlled the formation perfectly, and there was no tail swing.

However, the range of movement of the red cloth became smaller and smaller, and it was clear that the strength of both sides had been greatly consumed, and beads of sweat appeared on everyone's foreheads.

The sun smiled from behind the clouds, admiring with great interest the ugliness of everyone's bared teeth.

A whistle went straight into the sky, and all the members of the Daoyan team stood up at the same time.

As their angle to the ground decreased, the Stones' desperate efforts to fight the slippery ground suddenly collapsed.

Like turnips plucked from the ground, they quickly slid towards the camp of the Daoyan team with the red cloth of joy.

The stone panicked, he didn't understand what magic Dao Yan had cast, he didn't understand why that whistle was so powerful.

He closed his eyes and waited for defeat to choke him by the neck.

A pair of delicate and slender hands unexpectedly grasped his hand, and the team miraculously stopped sliding forward.

The stone opened his eyes, and a woman, a young Dao Gu he had never seen before, joined him in pulling the thick rope in unison.

Her eyebrows were delicate, and her eyes stared motionlessly at the red cloth that decided the victory: "Sister, don't worry, sister is here to help you!" ”

She was slender, but she was as steady as a rock.

Joy suppressed panic and doubt, as well as all other emotions, and Stone did not reject the identity of "sister", and together with his "Daogu sister", turned their team into victory.

After a moment of hesitation, the red cloth moved little by little towards the stone procession.

The situation of the Daoyan team took a sharp turn for the worse. The members of their team began to slip under their feet, and without the assistance of friction, they swayed like straw in the wind.

Another whistle sounded. Everyone on the Dao Yan team fell backwards again, regaining their initial angle of inclination to the ground. After stabilizing the situation in an instant, they still did not change the trend of failure.

Two pairs of hands suddenly appeared behind Dao Yan, they clutched the rope tightly, and the red cloth stopped moving.

Two bald men with short stature, strong limbs, and brown skin stood in Dao Yan's camp.

They stood more steadily than Dao Gu, and their eyes staring at the red cloth were more determined.

"Master, we will definitely win!" The two spoke in unison.

Dao Yan had no time to pay attention to the collision of various emotions, temporarily accepted the identity of "master", and turned things around with his two "apprentices".

The red cloth quickly slid in the direction of the Dao Yan team, and the sun hid in the clouds, and he was not interested in the play that lost its suspense.

The rain fell on the contestants.

Qingshou Temple's annual Qingming tug-of-war competition ended with the victory of the Daoyan team.

No matter the twists and turns, ginger or old spicy.

Stone looked at the two bald rivals who had come out of nowhere, and realized as if he had seen them somewhere.

"Sister!" Dao Gu excitedly grabbed the stone's shoulder.

"Who's your sister?" Shi stretched out his hand and pushed away Daogu's hand, feeling ashamed and ashamed.

"Hahaha!" Dao Yan laughed out loud and pointed out in the posture of a victor, "Stone, you may look like his sister. ”

"What? Am I like his sister? I'm a man! Master, you can't humiliate me like that! ”

"I'm complimenting you on your good looks!"

"Sister!" Dao Gu put her hand on the shoulder of the stone again.

"Shut up! It's okay to call me brother, but you can't call me sister! ”

"Brother?" Dao Gu was stunned, and her eyes began to wander, sliding from the face of the stone to her feet, and from her feet to her face. But she didn't focus on the stone, her eyes were confused.

"Stone, there seems to be something wrong with your 'sister'." Dao Yan pulled the stone aside and whispered.

"Master, don't worry about me, your apprentice is waiting for you!" The stone crossed his hands on his hips, eager to see a good show.

"I'll interrogate them." Dao Yan is careless, he doesn't have to be as embarrassed as a stone, and the identity of "master" is commonplace.

"Where did you come from? What is your name? Why do you call me Master? Have I taken you as disciples? "Dao Yan is as aggressive as a firecracker.

"We ...... I ......" one of the bald heads spoke incoherently, and the other bald head kept rubbing his hands against the seams of his pants.

"Master, don't scare the apprentice, ask slowly." The stone smiled, enjoying the relaxation of watching the fire from the other side.

"I'm not interested in knowing, why do you call me Master?" Simplicity of the Tao is simple.

"We want to worship the abbot as a teacher!" The two immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"Hey, get up! Who allowed you to kneel? Dao Yan shouted.

"Yes, in front of the abbot, do you think you can kneel if you want?" Stone chimed in.

One of them took out something wrapped in an oilcloth from his bosom, held it high above his head, and saluted it to Dao Yan: "Master, please smile!" ”

"Get up, put away your things, I'm not your master, don't give me anything." Dao Yan said angrily, he didn't expect that someone would bribe him in this quiet place of Buddhism.

The stone snatched the oilcloth and unwrapped it.

A delicate jade artifact appeared in front of them.

The head of the bull with two horns is held high, and the mouth inlaid with gold is indispensable, and it is loved by thousands of people.

The different shades of red agate are layered, like a fiery maple leaf, and like a magnificent sunset.

"Beast Head Agate Cup!" Stone exclaimed, searching his memory for the records of this rare treasure, and he was stunned by the visual impact of what he saw with his own eyes that was more shocking than his imagination.

With his hands behind his back, Dao Yan, who was proudly facing away from the beast head agate cup, turned his body sideways and glanced at it.

He wanted to glance at it, and then cast a disdainful look.

But that glance kept his gaze off for a long time.

He is a man who loves history, how can he not be touched by the testimony of history?

"This is Tang Gaozong's treasure, which has been circulating for seven hundred years, and it actually appeared here!" Dao Yan sighed.

"It's so beautiful, I didn't expect that there are such skilled craftsmen in the world who can carve such a unique agate." The stone is amazing.

The two bald heads showed a small smile.

"Master, this beast head ......"

"Where did you get it?" Dao Yan's voice was full of expression.

"No, it's not a robbery!" The two of them looked like tigers, but they looked like panicked deer.

"Was that stolen?"

"No, no, it's not ......" They lowered their heads again, trying to make up a lie, but they were not quick enough to take on the task.

They can't help but fall into remorse, regretting that they did not think carefully before the gift and think of countermeasures in advance.

"If you don't say it, if you don't say it, I'll report to the official." Dao Yan raised his eyebrows and spoke righteously.

How could he not be annoyed that such a rare treasure had fallen into the hands of two sneaky men?

"Reporter?" The two bald heads screamed in unison, and their bodies twitched violently, as if they had been struck by lightning.

"Don't! No! They shook their hands tremblingly and offered a few more kowtows to Dao Yan.

"Say! Where did this come from? Dao Yan gave them another chance.

"It's ......" one of the bald heads bit his lip, struggling to weigh the pros and cons.

"This is Hu Weiyong's!" Another person bluntly exposed the secret they were carrying.

"Hu Weiyong?" Dao Yan and Shi exclaimed again.

Shi recalled the only time he saw Hu Weiyong. He was thin and small, surrounded by officers and soldiers in the center, more depressed than a fish in a net, and more decadent than a lost dog.