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The Sacred Spring Chapter 5: The Three Tigers (1)


The bull's eye that had just captured the mind of the mink-skinned old man suddenly started to move, and slowly rolled towards my feet with a low "buzzing" sound.

I quickly moved a step to the left.

Unexpectedly, it seemed to recognize the way and turned around with me.

I tried to take two big steps to the right again, but it still stalked me, making me sweat profusely.

Master Zhu, this seems to be the first time we have met.

Can you be more reserved and stop running behind my ass?

As they watched the bead approaching, the others craned their necks to watch the show.

My heart skipped a beat, wasn't his grandma's just a broken bead?

I can still eat it, so I bent down and grabbed the ox-eye bead tightly in my hand.

When I first started using it, I just felt hot, like I was grabbing chestnuts from a fire.

Later I realized that it was because the beads were too cold that it caused a pain similar to a cold burn.

I held the bull's eye tightly and looked around cautiously.

I was afraid that something dirty would suddenly appear from the corner.

Captain Jin has many ways to deal with Zongzi, but fighting against demons and monsters in broad daylight is something that has never happened before.

It's a pity that my sixteen-character Feng Shui Secret Technique is a incomplete book.

It only has the second half of Feng Shui, and I can't understand the mystery of Yin and Yang in the first half.

Otherwise, no matter what kind of monster or snake god you are, I will knock you all down for fear of a ball.

In order to embolden myself, I took a deep breath, walked to the center of the inner hall and sat down.

Mr.

Sang seemed to be very satisfied with my actions.

His old bark-like face slowly became wrinkled with a smile.

At first, I didn't think there was anything wrong.

But then he smiled more and more happily, even his gums were exposed, and his whole mouth was exposed.

I wanted to tear it right behind my ears, and at the end, his laughter was as loud as a tiger's roar and an ape's roar, making people's ears hurt.

I quickly reached out to cover my ears, but without paying attention, the bull's eyeballs fell to the ground with a thud.

As soon as the bead fell to the ground, it immediately revealed a crisp green color like a lake.

I was thinking about whether to pick it up, but I saw a row of sharp steel teeth quickly sprouting from Mr.

Sang's old gums.

I rubbed my eyes.

Wanting to make sure this was not a dream, I saw Mr.

Sang bending his upper arms forward, his waist bulging, and a layer of thick hair sprouting on his exposed skin.

He looked like an old ape squatting on the Taishi chair, staring maliciously.

I see.

I didn't dare to neglect, so I picked up the bench at hand and tried to make a self-defense device.

But when I got the bench, I realized that something was wrong.

Why did everyone else disappear?

In the empty inner hall, except for me and the hairy old man Sang, there were the original guests, bamboo poles, and the unconscious old mink man.

Why have they all disappeared?

When I looked at the ox's eye on the ground with splashes of green light, a bold idea suddenly came to my mind.

In order to avoid alarming the old ape, I leaned down and made my body as small as possible to show that I posed no threat to him.

As soon as I moved, the old ape immediately opened his bloody mouth and jumped down from the Taishi chair.

Without thinking too much, I rolled on the spot and rushed towards the bull's eyeball.

The old ape seemed to be very afraid that I would get the beads.

He raised his arms and ran toward me with a howl of ghosts and wolves.

The tip of my right middle finger just touched the bull's eyeball and before I could hold it in my hand, the old ape descended from the sky and pulled me up by the waist.

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A steel tooth that cut off bones and tendons fiercely penetrated my right shoulder.

In the end, I just heard There was a muffled sound of broken bones, my vision went dark, and I fainted from the pain.

Faintly, I heard bursts of applause, and someone seemed to be pushing me aside.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the ground, and the guests in the inner hall surrounded me and gave me thumbs up.

I looked down and saw that the bull's eyeball was well in my hand, and Mr.

Sang had not turned into a monster.

He was drinking tea leisurely.

When he saw me waking up, he whispered a few words to Zhuganzi, who kept nodding.

I felt like I had just had a nightmare, and I couldn't quite tell what was real and what was fake.

I hurriedly touched my right shoulder with my hand, only to feel a soreness, but no hole.

It seems that Mr.

Sang's demonization into an old ape is indeed just my hallucination, and the culprit of everything is the bull's eye bead in my hand, but I don't know the origin of this bead.

The bamboo pole invited the remaining guests out of the door according to Mr.

Sang's wishes.

He turned around again, took out a withered claw from his arms, and used it to carefully pick up the cow's eyeball on the ground and put it into the box.

At first I thought the solitary claw was very disgusting, and suspected that it was a severed limb taken from an old Zongzi.

Later, after thinking about it again, I remembered the allusion I heard from Da Jinya when I was practicing stalls in Panjiayuan.

This claw looks like a withered bone.

The lone claw is none other than a thousand-year-old jade.

Jade has always been loved by emperors and dignitaries, and literati often described themselves as white jade and regarded it as a symbol of purity and honesty.

The funerary objects in ancient tombs include ten pottery and nine jade, and judging the age of jade has become a science.

After five hundred years, the jade body will be loose and moist; after a thousand years, the jade will be like gypsum; after two thousand years, the jade will look like dry bones; after three thousand years, it will be as rotten as lime. ; As for the six-thousand-year-old jade artifacts, they are all ancient artifacts, easily out of this world.

The lone claw used to pick up the beads on the bamboo pole is an ancient jade with a history of two thousand years.

The texture is loose and the jade nature is not fully exhausted.

It cannot be touched easily.

The jade body will peel off if it is bumped slightly.

After all the twists and turns just now, I understand that this boss Sang is definitely not an ordinary character.

Not to mention the vicious group of people who came to appraise the treasure just now, the ancient jade claw alone is already a priceless national treasure.

It's antique.

"Do you know the origin of this orb?"

This was the first time that Mr.

Sang looked at me seriously.

I didn't dare to make a mistake in front of a big expert, so I replied in a calm and humble manner: "From what I've seen, Mr.

Sang has hidden this pearl."

A dragon ball must have a great background, and it has a lot to do with the market.

The small glass marbles on the surface are different.

This pearl is extremely cold in nature, and its green light penetrates the body.

I venture to guess that if it is not the true body protection elixir hidden in the belly of the deep sea turtle, it is from Lingshan.

Dachuan’s Feng Shui eyes are condensed and condensed.”

What I said was actually just a big cliché, which sounded pleasant to the ears, but actually contained no real meaning.

He couldn't find fault even if he wanted to.

But if the old man insists that this bead came out of Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, then I really have no choice but to resign myself to his fate.

Mr.

Sang seemed to have expected that I would not be able to explain the reason.

He picked up the wooden box with a sense of accomplishment and said, "I think you are a bit of a loser.

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You are a kid who can be taught.

You are not like those short-sighted mediocre people just now." .

Since we are destined, I might as well tell you the origin of this thing, so that you won’t doubt my methods anymore.”

I quickly smiled at the old man and put on a humble and studious look.

After listening carefully, I couldn't help but be surprised.

It turned out that this thing had a great background, and the stakes involved were more complicated than I imagined.

While sipping tea, Mr.

Sang recalled the past.

The story started with an anecdote from Youyang Zazu.

According to legend, there is an ancient temple in Jingzhou called Zhiqi Temple.

There is an eminent monk in the temple named Nazhao.

Master Na Zhao has a miraculous skill.

He can see the auras on all kinds of beasts in the night, and he can identify them accurately.

The light that is long and wavering is a deer; the light that is close to the ground and flickers in and out is a rabbit; the light that is low and motionless is a tiger, and so on.

Master Nazhao marked all the animals on the mountain, just like the ID cards we use now.

As soon as he saw the light, he knew what kind of animal had come to the temple to steal food again.

One night, Master Nazhao suffered from insomnia, probably because of the recent poor harvest.

He only had a little porridge for dinner and was awakened by gluttons in his stomach.

When passing by the resting place of the disciples, I found that the little bald donkeys had not slept well either.

They did not dare to be discovered by the master when they woke up from hunger.

They were all covered in quilts and whispering.

Nazhao felt sad and felt that he was not a good leader, so he thought about going to the back mountain to find some fruits to satisfy the hunger of the young and old in the temple.

In ancient times, there were guns, cannons and atomic bombs.

Anyone who wants to snatch food from the mouths of the beasts on the mountain has no real skills and is looking for death.

However, Master Nazhao had uncanny skills and was good at bending a bow, so he did not take the danger seriously.

Everything was going well at first.

Nazhao picked a basket of fruits and picked up half a basket of firewood.

He was just thinking of saying "Amitabha" to express his gratitude to the Buddha.

Unexpectedly, three green lights floated in the woods.

When Nazhao took a closer look at the number, he saw that it was broken.

It was his unlucky fate to encounter the giant insect, the king of beasts.

When big insects travel at night, there must be three of them going together.

In the middle is the leader of the mountain king, with guards on both sides.

This way he can show his power.

Without thinking too much, Nazhao bent his bow and shot quickly, killing the leader of the big insect with one arrow.

Today, this is an illegal act of killing wild animals, and the old monk should be thrown into prison, but at that time, it was a great good deed to eliminate harm and benefit the people.

After the people at the foot of the mountain heard about this, the incense in Zhiqi Temple suddenly became more prosperous, and the young monks were able to have enough to eat.

Abbot Nazhao was very happy, but he never expected that his arrow that day almost killed the whole village. human life

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