Chapter 132

After he Zudao was sent away, waste could not wait to get into his meditation room.

Carefully took out the stone tripod and was about to have a good study, but the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside: "wasted, what good thing did you get, so mysterious?"

Hearing this obscene voice, you can guess with your feet that master Zhitong came in. A bitter smile surged on the wasted face and wanted to hide the stone tripod in your hand, but Zhitong's eyes, the famous thief, how could he hide it from him.

The next vigorous step rushed directly to the front of the waste, stretched out his hand and held the stone tripod in his hand.

Although the shape of the stone tripod was unbearable, it was so heavy that Zhitong's hand fell suddenly.

"Ah! Master, be careful! " With a cry of consternation, he wanted to pick it up, but he saw Zhitong laughing, his wrist light belt and his sleeves rolled up, and he rolled up the stone tripod and held it in his hand again.

The man smiled obscene towards the waste, and his eyes were burning: "good disciple, tell me, what's the beauty of this stone tripod? Is it worth your concern? "

Looking at the glittering essence in Shifu's eyes, he quickly denied it, waved his hand and said, "Shifu, you don't look at this broken tripod. The workmanship has become rough. How can it be a good thing? I just want to use it as a censer. It's more convenient to worship the Buddha every day. That's why I bought it."

This has just deceived you, but it doesn't work here.

Zhitong narrowed his eyes and smiled obscene: "good disciple, you can't deceive me. Why don't you burn incense to the Buddha? You mean to say that? Don't you look at it? Have you ever burned incense to the Buddha since your last coma? "

"This......" I really can't refute Shifu's idleness, because this is really true. He hasn't ordered a column of incense to the Buddha since he took over the body.

His face turned red and he immediately smiled: "master, so the disciples have known their mistakes, so they bought such a censer for the convenience of burning incense to the Buddha every day."

Zhitong gently shook his head, stretched out his finger and tapped on the wasted bald head: "wasted, master, you have learned almost my skills, but I have clearly taught you that when you lie, you must be right and strong. You can't have half a guilty heart, but you should be sincere and clear as water. But look at you now. You're already guilty before I expose it, What a disappointment! "

"Ah?" Wasted a stunned, then looked at Zhitong in surprise, recalled the situation just now, but felt that there was no flaw in falling down again except for being embarrassed at the beginning?

Is it true that master's eyes are burning, and he can see even the slightest trace of Gang Gang?

"Hey, hey..." but in his hesitation, Zhitong's eyes became brighter and brighter. In the end, he smiled proudly and showed off in vain: "good disciple, the devil is one foot tall and the Tao is ten feet tall. Look at you, I've covered it up well before. I've believed it for seven or eight points, but when I bluff, I showed my original shape, What a pity! "

"Wipe!" Waste is really going to jump up.

His heart was so angry and angry that his face was red.

His eyes stared round and looked at Zhitong fiercely, but Zhitong was smiling and determined not to be afraid. Finally, the waste finally sighed, like a vented ball, but softened down.

"Good disciple, tell me, what is the origin of this stone tripod? It's worth your attention?" Zhitong's big hand has touched the stone tripod several times. He vaguely feels that the tripod has an extraordinary origin, but he can't see the doorway.

If you don't explain to Shifu, you can't get the stone tripod back today, so you sighed helplessly and said slowly, "Shifu, in fact, this stone tripod was buried by an erupting volcano in ancient times, so it was covered with a layer of magma outside the tripod and buried underground for thousands of years."

"Oh?" Zhitong was skeptical. He bent his fingers slightly and tapped on the surface of the tripod. He only saw a dull sound from the tripod, and there was a faint and inaudible echo rippling in the stone tripod.

Zhitong's eyes brightened up with the faint disappearance of the sound, and his face also burst into a strange color: "I'm saying, how can this stone tripod look so strange? It's clear that the stone density of the outer layer can't be so high, and this shape obviously doesn't conform to the golden mean that the ancients have been paying attention to. I see!"

While talking, he had a string of small Buddha beads in his hand, which was a waste and had never seen before.

The color was as bright as water droplets, but it was dark red. Each Buddha bead was the size of a soybean. Zhitong grabbed it in his hand, but some of it fell down. It seemed that it should be 108.

Take out this string of Buddha beads, Zhitong's originally obscene expression is suddenly restrained, replaced by a dignified color: "look, you boy attaches so much importance to this stone tripod, I'll help you."

As he said this, he suddenly threw the string of jade like Buddha beads into the stone tripod, and held the stone tripod tightly with both hands, but shook it vigorously like shaking color Gu.

Seeing this, he was stunned and asked, "master, what are you doing?"

"This string of Buddha beads is called yulinglong. It is a Buddhist treasure. When they collide with each other, they can send out an ultrasonic wave that ordinary people can't hear. If I help with my Buddhist lion roar, it can produce a miraculous effect!"

Zhitong said this, but he suddenly smiled strangely, and then took a sudden breath. The momentum of the whole person also changed in an instant. It was like a Buddhist angry King Kong, which was frightening.

While idling away the strange master's expression, Zhitong suddenly opened his mouth, and a roaring stream as straight as thunder suddenly burst out of his mouth.

"Moo..."

Idleness was stunned at first, but then he felt that there was a thunder in his ears. He stunned him there. Almost subconsciously, he covered his ears with his hands.

However, the voice did not know why, even though he covered his ears, it was of no use to the sound into his ears. It was still very clear.

He only felt a splitting headache, and his whole brain seemed to be full of thunder like sound.

The whole body's true Qi flowed, and immediately passively led to the mind. Under the warm true Qi, it seemed that the feeling of headache was slightly lighter, but the sound was still filling in the mind quickly.

It made him feel that if the sound came a little longer, he would really burst his brain and die.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at his master in horror.