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The rope was untied, and everyone found the pain in the limbs. The woman in the middle rubbed her numb limbs, then watched in surprise as Lin Mutao took an orange from the offering platform and peeled it off.

The villagers are quite hardworking. Yesterday it was apples, but today it is oranges.

Seeing Lin Mutao like this, Shi Jiu frowned.

The middle-pointed woman lowered her voice: "Aren't you afraid of offending the Bodhisattva?" After speaking, she couldn't stop staring at the statue of Li Dafu in the center of the temple.

She tore off an orange petal and handed it to the woman in the middle: "Can you eat it?"

The middle-pointed woman dodged to the side of the busy side like she was avoiding something dirty, "I won't eat it!"

Lin Mutao pouted and handed the orange to Shijiu.

She thought Shijiu would dislike it, but Shijiu still frowned, but took the orange in her hand and put it in her mouth.

The stuttering man made a gesture to break through the door: "I... let's rush out?"

Shijiu: "I can't find the location of the small snail now, what are you rushing out for? I will be caught and beaten again later."

The curly-haired girl slumped on the ground, her arms around her knees: "This is not good, that is not good, are we going to wait to die in this copy..."

The three of them haven't found any clues yet, so their mentality is a bit explosive. Lin Mutao was still thinking, and with her hands behind her back, she wandered leisurely in the temple.

The temple is not big, only 20 to 30 square meters. In addition to the tall sculpture, there are also some photos of Li Dafu growing up on the wall. Although they are all black and white, it can be seen that the villagers have been carefully cleaning and wiping.

Lin Mutao tutted when she looked at these photos. The photos in the temple were well preserved. Last night, she saw that the photo hanging in Li Dafu's house was pulled by the fishmen. On the ground, there were a bunch of wet footprints.

No, there seems to be something wrong!

Lin Mutao opened her mouth in surprise, turned around and shouted, "Ajiu, I understand!"

Everyone looked at her, "What do you know?"

Lin Mutao analyzed excitedly: "Last night, Ah Jiu and I saw those murlocs, and those murlocs went to Li Dafu's house to destroy them. The furniture was smashed. From this point of view, the murlocs hate Li Dafu very much."

"But why, they only attacked Li Dafu's house instead of this temple? This temple also has a lot of things about Li Dafu."

The middle-pointed woman rubbed her smooth chin and guessed: "Because...they are afraid of the statue in the temple?" Just ordinary people. Therefore, it is somewhat reasonable for the middle-pointed woman to guess that she is afraid of statues.

Shijiu, who has more clues than them, shook his head, he already knew Lin Mutao's guess, "No, these murlocs are not afraid of statues, but small snails."

It is the small snail that drives them out of the sea, and drives their behavior and actions.

Moreover—Li Dafu was originally a figure closely related to the fishing village, and the small snail number is likely to be hidden in the temple.

Suddenly, everyone began to rummage through the boxes to find them.

But the temple is spacious and there is no place to hide things.

I searched several times, but couldn't find Xiaoluohao.

The curly-haired girl began to sigh again: "It's definitely not a temple... There are people coming and going in the temple, if there were such a small snail number, it would have been discovered by the villagers long ago. How can you continue to endure the harassment of water monsters? ."

The middle-pointed woman had no doubts about Shijiu and Lin Mutao's analysis. She folded her hands in front of her chest and looked at the floor thoughtfully. She should have wanted to dig three feet. She guessed that Xiaoluo was buried under the ground of the temple, but the floor of the temple was covered with red bricks, and it was impossible to dig the ground without the tools at hand.

The middle-pointed woman sighed, raised her head, and was surprised to see that Shi Jiajiu was holding the pink-haired girl, who supported the high table with both hands, and then jumped suddenly , then flexibly climbed to the platform under the statue.

"Hello? What are you doing?"

Lin Mutao's height only reached the knee of the statue, she put her ear on the statue, then reached out and knocked on the statue, saying, "We still have a place to look for."

"You mean...the statue?"

"Yes", Lin Mutao nodded, "This statue is hollow! Let's smash it!"

Suddenly everyone hesitated, smashing the statue, do you need to play so big because of a guess?

If the small snail is not in the statue and they smash the statue, the villagers will definitely smash them!

Seeing the hesitant expressions on everyone's faces, Lin Mutao pouted, looked at Shijiu, and raised her eyebrows at him.

Shijiu: "You come down first, I'm afraid I will hit you later."

Lin Mutao: "Good!"

She climbed off the stage and hid in the corner, watching Shijiu take out a pair of black boxing gloves and put them on her hands. Suddenly, the aura on his body was no longer restrained, but rather coercive, and a pair of beautiful eyes flashed a cold light. This boxing glove should be his special prop.

I saw Shijiu squat down slightly to accumulate strength, then jump up suddenly, clenching fists quickly and ruthlessly at the statue.

The broken round head fell to the ground, rolled several times, and was stained with several layers of ash on the ground.

The loud sound of the statue falling attracted the villagers standing outside guarding the gate. As soon as they opened the door, they saw that the statue of the Great Good Man, which had been carefully enshrined for several years, was smashed to pieces by this group of foreigners, and they almost vomited blood.

Ahai shouted, "Catch them!"

The anchors were running around in the small room, playing hide-and-seek with the villagers. And the curly-haired girl, who had long lost her fighting spirit, was caught again before she ran a few steps, and the five flowers were tied up.

And Lin Mutao took advantage of this time, and immediately ran to the statue. The statue was indeed hollow. She stretched out her body and touched the inside of the statue with her hands. She felt something smooth, and she immediately pulled it out.

"Stop fighting! Look at this!" Lin Mutao shouted while holding the thing high.

Everyone moved for a while, looked up and found a strange bone in Lin Mutao's hand: the upper body is a human bone, the ribs are clearly visible, while the lower body is a fish bone. The fishbone is sharp. And in the white arm bone was holding a small conch of a color, holding it tightly, Lin Mutao tried and couldn't get it out. This is the small snail number that the anchors have been looking for.

"What is this! Is it a man or a fish!"

Lin Mutao smiled: "This is a mermaid."

"Mermaid? How could there be a real mermaid!"

"Where did you get it!"

Lin Mutao stood up and showed the bones in his hands to the villagers like a tour exhibition, "This is exactly what you enshrined in the statue of Li Dafu, a great man!"

A Hai bit her lip and shouted, "Impossible! My father built the statue of this great man. He never mentioned that there is this bone in the statue!"

Lin Mutao "tsk tsk" twice and said, "Anyway, as long as you know, you always think that Li Dafu will bless your village with good weather and safe fishing, it is simply because he is imprisoned A mermaid is here, and the mermaid will bless you!"

"Moreover, the money he donated to the village to build the road is also black money, he earned it all by mermaid!"

"The mermaid family is inherently spiritual, and those water monsters that haunt you at night are the punishment of the mermaid. I suggest you, if you want to make up for this, you should put the mermaid's bones back into the sea and put the This temple, it will be changed to a merman temple for worship day and night."

Even after the mermaid died, Li Dafu did not let her return to her homeland or the sea, but imprisoned her in a temple by means of means, continuing the myth of his great kindness living a bodhisattva.

The villagers were silent.

The other anchors are also dumbfounded, and have not fully digested the information. It was obviously a copy of the same Xiaoluo account, how could these two people suddenly find something and figure out the story all of a sudden?

Shijiu came over, "Our mission is complete, let's go back." He stretched out his hand and gently pulled out the small snail number that was surrounded by the bones.

Unexpectedly, this time it was easy to pick up.

He blew the small snail horn gently, and the sound of "woo woo woo-" sounded in the temple.

"Look!" The mid-point woman looked at the sky outside in surprise.

I saw a group of white seagulls flying by the sea not far away.

The feathers gleamed in the bright sun, and the vigorous figure drew beautiful arcs in the sky.

A Hai also looked at the seaside blankly, and muttered to himself, "Our village...We haven't seen seagulls in our village for a long time..."

Ahai's voice gradually blurred, and the surrounding environment began to rotate.

Lin Mutao's head began to feel dizzy again, just before she became confused, her mind was still echoing: "The little snail is blowing, the seagulls spread their wings... Congratulations! Peach Mama successfully completed a copy of the music lesson Xiaoluohao.

Excellence: Successfully master the full development of the story.

Outstanding performance: the wish of the merman

Get a full score of 35…”

Lin Mutao opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was in front of her, whether the sleepy treasure had come back. Seeing Sleepy Bao obediently sitting there, playing with her fingers, she was relieved and began to look at the classroom.

The time flow rate in the little sunflower mother's classroom is not the same as the time flow rate in each nested copy, because just after she blinked her eyes for a while, there were a few more successes in the classroom The returning host.

She glanced at the anchor who was already sitting in the classroom and found that the seat of the tattooed man was vacant, while the middle-pointed woman, the stuttering man, the curly-haired woman, and of course Shi Jiajiu, all of them. Has returned safely. But there was nothing in front of the curly-haired girl, and the child she had been carrying was really gone.

Mr. Kui still stood on the podium with a smile on her face, and asked the anchors who had returned, were you happy during the parent-child time just now. The black lines on her face are loose, indicating that her facial muscles are very relaxed now.

After waiting for another ten minutes, more and more people came back, and when there were only a few vacancies left in the classroom, Mrs. Kui clapped her hands and said, "Congratulations to the mothers who have successfully led the babies to the end. The first music class! The little sunflower mother's class has been graded according to the performance of the mothers in the class, please look at the blackboard!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on the blackboard. Several more anchor names were silently wiped off the list, leaving only a thin layer of chalk dust on the ground. And the names of the anchors who came back successfully began to be sorted dynamically, and now there are 18 people left.

When the list stopped, Lin Mutao realized that she was still the first, with a score of 70 points. The second place is Shi Jiajiu, because he did not lose his handkerchief, his total score is 55.

The scores of the rest of the anchors are uneven, some people have scores closely behind Shi Jiajiu, while others have a big difference in scores. It seems that the first music class just now attracted a lot of people.

Lin Mutao found the names of other people in the copy of Xiaoluo from the blackboard, and found that the score of the middle-pointed woman and the stuttering man was only increased by ten points, while the curly-haired girl even had a negative score. Lin Mutao guessed that it was because she was not optimistic about her baby.

Mr. Kui stood on the podium, looked at the anchors with different faces, and said softly: "Mothers, after the first music class, I believe that all mothers and babies are There is something to be gained. The good times always go by quickly, and we are about to have our last class - our last music class!"

The author has this to say:

Thank you for your continued efforts!

I really want to start a new music lesson copy, and I can sing a new nursery rhyme!

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