Li Huan sat in the guardhouse, there was no collection to play with, he locked the doors and windows, closed the curtains, and then sat down and said to the portrait on the table:

"Great Sage, I don't understand something, please help me take a look with your fiery eyes."

"Oh? I have already seen your body inside and out, and I also told you that this world is not suitable for cultivating Dao Fa techniques. Sun Wukong yawned.

However, he still looked at Li Huan with golden light.

"Huh? It's a little strange that you look a little more friendly today than you were yesterday. Sun Wukong scratched the fine hairs on his cheeks and muttered.

"Is it just a little bit of affinity?" Li Huan was surprised, "Don't I have mana in my body?" ”

He thought he couldn't feel the power of abundance because he didn't know how to perceive mana.

"Mana? Hehe. Sun Wukong smiled, "You have not been passed down from person to person, and you have not realized the Taoist law, how can you have mana?" ”

"But I ......" Li Huan just wanted to say that he had chakras when he was in the Hokage World for one year, but suddenly thought that when the "Ascending God Long Rank" was unlocked, his body was reset to an ordinary mortal, and then he practiced the chakra extraction technique to have a large number of chakras.

Brother Monkey said "a little more affinity", does it mean that you can cultivate mana?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly changed his words: "Great Sage, how can I cultivate mana?" ”

Sun Wukong shook his head again and again: "No, no, the law is not passed on to the six ears, and I can't accept apprentices without the consent of the patriarch." ”

Li Huan was stunned and said, "Can't you be accommodating?" We only have this moonlight here, there is no Bull Demon King, and there is no Bodhi Patriarch. ”

Speaking of the Bull Demon King, Sun Wukong Monkey was a little embarrassed on his face, he still shook his head: "The ancestor is not here, but in my heart, I can't go against my heart." ”

As soon as he said this, Li Huan understood that it was more difficult to let Sun Wukong pass on the Fa than to ascend to the sky.

He pondered for a while, and looked at the wooden house behind Sun Wukong.

"She's a rakshasa, you don't want to learn her spells, do you?" Sun Wukong was surprised, "You are not a Rakshasa clan. ”

"Can't mortals learn Rakshasas?" Li Huan asked.

"Of course not, the two don't work together. If you learn her Fa, you will die at least and fall into the Nine Shadows at worst. Sun Wukong said solemnly.

"Forget it." Li Huan sighed, it seems that he can only wait until he draws some other immortals, preferably the kind that is not conservative.

"That's right, Great Sage. Do you understand why my way of changing is so strange? Li Huan asked again, Sun Wukong had been curious about the strangeness of his giant ape's transformation before, and wanted to study it.

Sun Wukong's monkey face was red, his temperament was already jumping, how could he put in the effort to study something carefully, so he had to say casually: "It's almost fast, your change is quite complicated, I have to think about it again." ”

After saying that, he "swished" into the wooden house in the painting, and faintly heard the faint whimpering sound of a thin pipe.

Li Huan reluctantly put away the portrait, of course he knew that Sun Wukong didn't take his affairs to heart, and it didn't matter if it was a big deal; Second, he is a monkey, and he can't ask the monkey to calm down and study anything.

What's more, Sun Wukong never asked Li Huan how he learned the transformation of this giant ape, and how could he ask him to figure out the peculiarities of this.

Walking out of the guardhouse, there was still a lively and jubilant museum collection outside, and the three old guards sat in the corner of the hall with a gloomy face, and they had to work hard to clean up after a while.

Roosevelt wax figures strolling along the steppes of the African Quarter with Sakagavia; The Roman general David and the cowboy Jedi worked together on how to break through the walls of the micromodel exhibition hall; The bronze statue of Columbus was more resistant to the Neanderthals than others, and the poor Neanderthals punched Columbus in the chest, and his hand bones hurt, and he was punched by Columbus, and his face hurt again......

When Li Huan came out, the collection saluted one after another, and even the animals who didn't understand etiquette quieted down.

Li Huan waved his hand, and they continued to laugh.

Straight to His Highness Akamenla, who wants to learn more about the Golden Tablet.

Now that the figures he had drawn were somewhat similar, but they still couldn't be resurrected in the night, he wanted to find out the reason from the golden tablet.

After a few months, Li Huan was immersed in the study of the inscription. Suddenly, he received a phone call from his ex-wife, saying that he had broken up with his fiancé on the stock exchange and had nowhere to go now.

"So you're going to take Nick to live with me?" Li Huan asked.

"Yes, the house is his, I can't live here anymore." Ex-wife Erica said.

Li Huan wanted to ask her where the property and house she had been allocated before, but after thinking about it, he still didn't mention it, just asked her to wait, and he drove to pick them up later.

Over the past year or so, due to Li Huan's many portraits of the emperor in the Asian Hall, the mysterious oriental objects have attracted many tourists to come and explore, and the museum's performance has increased every quarter, and the director is very happy, and Li Huan's salary has also increased a lot.

Li Huan bought a high-end car with the $1,000 he saved from his salary increase and the hundreds of thousands of dollars he earned from stock trading.

Although it is only the basic model of Ford, the price is less than 200,000, but Li Huan did it himself, from the engine to the accelerator pedal, and spent another 200,000 yuan.

The car was parked in front of his ex-wife, where she and her son Nick were already waiting, with two large suitcases next to them.

"Is that all there is?" Li Huan got out of the car and asked.

"Yes." Erica's face wasn't so good.

"Okay." Li Huan didn't ask why, just helped them move their things into the car.

"Dad, your car is so beautiful." Nick sat in the car and liked the starry sky above his head.

"Of course, it cost me a lot of money." Li Huan said with a smile.

Driving all the way to the rental house, Li Huan helped them put down their things, and then said: "Now I live here for two days, my newly bought house is about to be delivered, and we can move in next month, it is a lot more spacious." ”

"Is it our own house?" Nick excitedly asked, "Are we never going to be kicked out again?" ”

It seems that being kicked out by his ex-wife's fiancé Donnie is very frustrating for Nick.

"Of course not, you can live as long as you want." Li Huan touched Nick's head and said.

When the child went to his room to put things away, the ex-wife opened her mouth to explain the reason.

It's nothing more than Li Huan designed it early on, the child is too noisy, and he hasn't figured out how to get along with the child......

This was originally Li Huan's original intention of sending Nick to his ex-wife.

"You won't have to bother so much in the future." Li Huan said.

"Hmm...... But I can't live with you in vain. Erica said unnaturally.

"Then you just think about what you use to pay the rent, I don't take cash anyway." Li Huanyi pointed out.

……

After another period of time, Li Huan finally used the money he earned to buy most of the shares from the other members of the museum's board of directors, and most importantly, the right to make resolutions.

In the movie, the museum couldn't keep up with the times, so the board packed up the original collection and sent it to the basement storage room of the Federal Archives, where it was placed with a large pile of obsolete artifacts.

Nowadays, the museum is visited every day to admire the statue of the emperor in the Asian Hall, and it is very profitable, and the board of directors has never thought of moving here.

Li Huan had no choice but to do it himself, acquire the museum, and then send all the collections to the Federal Archives in the name of development.

The Federal Archives is located beneath the Smithsonian, a 19-museum behemoth with a basement storage room that houses millions of artifacts, mostly from other countries and mysterious objects from the Orient before 1840.

Li Huan directed and acted in this play, of course, the protagonist has to be himself, so this time he has to break into the world's largest museum complex whose defense is comparable to that of the Pentagon.

Driving to Washington, Li Huan observed the defensive facilities and personnel turnover here all day.

Surveillance is almost in-hire, except for the ubiquitous cameras, all intercommunication passages have mechanical iron gates, which are guarded by special guards.

The timing of the guard shift change also covers each other, and there will not be any time period when no one is present.

Li Huan skipped the museums that were too far away from the Federal Archives, because they did not have direct entrances to the underground, and second, they were slightly smaller and inconvenient to operate.

After a day crouching next to the museum, near the archives, he took note of the messages that several guards exchanged with each other—some paper archives that needed to be kept permanently would be brought in later.

As for what the file is, just search for it according to the names of the people mentioned by the guards.

So, he found a truck driving from Florida on the way, and the driver was eating at a fast-food restaurant on the side of the road.

It was not far from Washington, D.C., and the driver would definitely arrive before the museum got off work, so he was relieved to rest for a while.

Li Huan took advantage of this opportunity, his finger was covered with venom, turning into a long, hard nail, and piercing the iron sheet of the carriage.

After stuffing the Sumeru ring in, Li Huan entered the ring, and then came out, and he successfully sneaked into the carriage.

Opening the wooden box in the carriage, he found a thick tome that needed to be sent to the archives, opened it, and dug out a piece in the middle where the Sumeru ring could be placed.

After packing up, he hid in the Sumeru Ring, and with the tome he entered Washington, D.C., and into the interior of the Federal Archives, easily bypassing many guards and surveillance.

Although the truck driver will find a hole in the top of his car later, he will only think that it was smashed through by the flying stones on the road, and will not think of anything else.

After nightfall, Li Huan came out of the ring, put on the ring, and directly transformed into a venom form, like a shadow walking underground.

The archives don't turn on the lights when they don't need it, and his eyesight doesn't need light, so he quietly touches the container sent by his own museum.

Workers in the United States leave work early and on time, and they just place the containers as they look, without thinking about how much extra dollars it will cost to rent a container for a day.

Li Huan opened the buckle, moved out the wooden boxes inside, and then opened them one by one, and then flattened the gold tablet loose pages at the bottom of the wooden box, and suddenly, a golden light emitted from the tablet, like an invisible wave spreading to the entire Smithsonian museum area.

"Buzz ......"

The whole world seemed to come alive.

"God, where are we?" Roosevelt straightened the hat on his head and said with some confusion.

Immediately, he saw Li Huan in the form of venom and saluted.

The rest of the collection is also waking up.

Li Huan regained his human form and said, "This is the Federal Underground Archives, and I'm here to get back the Golden Tablet." ”

"The Golden Stele?"

"That's right, the monkey stole it, and now everything here is resurrected. There are 19 museums, as well as all the collections that need to be preserved in perpetuity since the founding of the United States. Li Huan put the gold tablet into the inner pocket of his clothes.

Neanderthals didn't know what was going on, and they were still screaming "Uriwala".

Roosevelt, Akamenla, the Huns, and so on all knew what that meant—a disruption, and perhaps the secret of the Golden Tablet could no longer be kept.

"I remember," exclaimed Akamenla, "my brother Carmenra is here, and he has a gate to hell!" ”

Cowboy Jedi quipped inappropriately, "So your name has one syllable more than his, and you're the younger brother?" ”

Akamenla said good-naturedly, "In ancient Egyptian......"

Before they could finish their words, "Knock knock", heavy footsteps came from all directions, surrounding this new cultural relics archive sorting room.

It was a group of guards dressed in short leather and armed with gilded spears, led by arrogant men who served Riakamenla even more flamboyantly.

"Oh, my dear brother, as soon as I woke up I realized what had happened, the treasure of God that our beloved father had given you. For 4,000 years, you've been like this every night, seeing the world and the stars. Carmenra said in a frustrated voice, her tone suddenly darkened, "And I can only be with the damned coffin, wrapped in a thick shroud, dead and silent for 4,000 years like a rotting corpse. ”

Cowboy Jedi muttered, "You're not like a dry corpse, you're a dry corpse." ”

Fortunately, he was small and no one heard him.

Akamenla, worthy of a good-natured highness, saluted his brother before he defended: "Dear brother, you have misunderstood. My father didn't want to separate us, he buried us together, and our family was reborn under the help of the golden tablet. It's just that too much time has passed, and we have been separated by the people who came after us, that we have to become like this. ”

His brother Kamenla didn't listen to any explanation at all, and he shouted, "No explanation, Akamenla. I am supposed to be the king of Egypt, and this world should be my plaything. Now, I command you to hand over the Golden Tablet and let me open the gates of hell! ”

Akamenla, who had exhibited at Cambridge University and was tainted with the air of many modern people, shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless look, saying, "I don't have a golden tablet either." ”

Carmenla shouted: "Impossible! How did we come back to life without the Golden Tablet? ”