Chapter 606

Xiang Yu lied this time, which was true or false. He just replaced Feng Xiaoman in fact with himself, and Feng Xiaoman's chest with his right hand. Therefore, no matter how smart the old monk is, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The most important thing is that Xiang Yu's face is bulging now, and it will explode in a short time. The old monk doesn't think that anyone else dares to lie in such a critical situation.

So this time, the old monk finally had some faith.

He took a close look, and the figure disappeared again. After turning around Xiang Yu for many times, the pain on Xiang Yu's face finally disappeared. He touched it with his hand, and the red powder disappeared completely.

"Thank you very much," he said respectfully

Seeing Xiang Yu's happy appearance, the old monk murmured suspiciously: "how can I feel that you are still lying? Forget it, it's true that the Golden Buddha beads devour the Red Buddha beads. Let's see what's going on with your right hand!"

After that, he grabbed Xiang Yu's right hand and looked at the palm of his hand first. He didn't find anything. He looked at the back of his palm again, but he still didn't find anything. Then he looked at it like a louse. He even looked through the cracks of his fingers.

Xiang Yu's face was puzzled, but in fact his heart was laughing all the time. The old monk must be looking for the trace of the ultimate power. If he was really like Feng Xiaoman, he could leave a little golden mark. But in fact, Xiang Yu's right hand was not hurt by the Buddha's bead, and it was strange that he could find the ultimate power.

"elder, you are such a kind-hearted man, in front of me I cheated you so many times, but you were still thinking about healing my wounds. I was so moved. However, my right hand was very painful at that time, but it was completely recovered later, so the elder should not worry about me "

after hearing Xiang Yu's words, the old monk gave Xiang Yu a look of resentment and threw his right hand away.

"Don't be sentimental, you child. Who helped you heal? Who cares for you? I'm looking for the best. You're still a little kid in the moon void. You don't understand. Alas, why can't you find it? It's really strange! "

After hearing this, Xiang Yu was sure that the old monk knew the ultimate power, which was not surprising, because Yueyi realm was basically a group of people in the extreme existence of Xuantian continent. Although there was still a lot of distance from Yueshen realm, the highest stage of Yuehua power, people at the top of the continent knew nothing too much.

The old monk sighed continuously, and Xiang Yu did not disturb him. He sat down on the stone stool at will.

I had been pestering with the old monkey before, so I didn't look at the stone table carefully. Now I noticed that there were several tea bowls on it, but there was no teapot. Instead, it was replaced by a large pottery pot, which looked very disharmonious.

"Master, I'm a little thirsty. Can't I drink some tea too much?"

The old monk was still murmuring and ignored him, so Xiang Yu poured a little tea from a pottery pot and drank it.

The tea is mellow. I can see that the tea is really good, but I always feel that there is something wrong with the taste, which may be the reason for soaking in the pot.

Although Xiang Yu doesn't like tea, he knows that the teapot, boiling water and soaking methods have a great influence on the taste of tea, and even can catch up with the tea itself. If the teapot is not good, it is likely that good tea will become waste.

Alas, it's a pity to brew such a good tea in a big pottery jar.

Xiang Yu took another sip of the tea bowl, and suddenly felt that the tea bowl was not smooth. It should have some patterns and so on.

Curious, Xiang Yu brought the teacup to his eyes. After a careful look, he found some unclear patterns, which seemed to be some words.

"Words? Could it be that "

Xiang Yu suddenly thought of Sanskrit, which is commonly used in Buddhism. After careful exploration, he found that Sanskrit is on the tea bowl, which is not surprising. After all, this is the great Buddhist temple, and it's normal that Sanskrit is engraved on the tea bowl.

But what Xiang Yu cared about was that there was a teapot engraved with Sanskrit in his hand, which seemed to match these teacups! In addition, the teapot was replaced by a large pottery pot, and Xiang Yu was more and more sure that his Sanskrit teapot matched the tea bowl here.

The old monk even cherished these bowls for lack of teapots, which showed his love for them. However, Xiang Yu always felt that the whole set of things was the most valuable only when they were together. It was a pity to separate them.

The most important thing is that the Sanskrit teapot is neither an ordinary utensil nor a natural treasure. It's really useless for Xiang Yu to keep it.

after thinking about this, Xiang Yu took out the Sanskrit teapot and poured the tea in the big pottery pot.

The old monk kept his head down and muttered. He didn't realize what Xiang Yu was doing. But a moment later, he suddenly stopped, sniffed hard and smelled a faint aroma of tea.

In fact, the fragrance of this tea is not much different from that of the previous one, but he loves tea all his life. As long as he sniffs it, he will understand the huge difference.

It's a totally different feeling. For example, the fragrance of tea used to be a beautiful jade, but it has a little flaw. Now the fragrance of tea is really flawless!

After smelling the fragrance of tea, he forgot his doubts about the ultimate power and jumped to the stone table after a flash.

"Gudong! Gudong

When I picked up the teapot, I was not afraid of scalding it. I drank it in a few mouthfuls, as if I wanted to drink all the tea."Ha ha ha, good tea, good tea. Xiang Yu, where did you get this good tea? I'm willing to trade it for anything. Eh, how does this tea feel so familiar?"

The old monk spat out a piece of tea from his mouth. After a careful look, he found that it was the tea he had brewed before. It was only in the pottery pot before, but now it is in the teapot.

"This teapot"

he finally noticed the teapot. After carefully groping, he found Sanskrit, and his eyes were shining.

It was joy, excitement, even a touch.

"You brought it back from the secret? Did you find out? "

The speed of the old monk's words is faster than that of ordinary people, but it is much slower than that before him. This shows how excited he is at the moment.

Xiang Yu didn't have to lie about the teapot, so he said truthfully, "the teapot is really from a secret place, but it's after killing an enemy. So I don't know exactly where it came from."

The old monk sighed and looked at the teapot as if he were his old father. His eyes twinkled.

"Well, I'm back at last. Do you know the origin of this teapot?"

Xiang Yu guessed: "looking at the excited look of the elder, is it the legacy left by the elder's father?"

The old monk was stunned: "I bah, do you have a brain? There is Sanskrit on the teapot, which is obviously Buddhist. If my father is a monk, how can I have you? I'm so stupid!"

Xiang Yu thought about it. He laughed awkwardly and continued to guess.

"Is it Shi Tian who left it?"

The old monk finally nodded, fumbled for the teapot, and told the story between him and Shitian.