Inside the inn, black clouds flashed and shrank inward, turning into Gao Ning.
At this time, he was kneeling behind him with one hand, and stretched out his other hand, holding the golden Buddha broken into three pieces in the palm of his hand.
"This thing... is really exquisite!"
Gao Ning looked at it carefully with curiosity and found that the carvings of the Golden Buddha were extremely fine. The outline of the facial features was clear and natural. Even the texture on the cassock and the swastika were carved with a Zen feel.
It is as if this Buddha statue really has the heart of Buddha and can communicate with the Western Paradise.
"Amitabha!"
Seeing this golden Buddha, Monk Mingxiu's eyes shone. He chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, walked over quickly, and stretched out his hands to take it.
"do not move!"
Gao Ning gently let go. In the surprised eyes of the other party, a vortex-shaped space door with a diameter of only about 30 centimeters unfolded from the palm of his hand and swallowed the golden Buddha in at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Without waiting for Monk Mingxiu to say anything, Gao Ning stretched out his other hand. Just like a replica of the scene just now, the same golden Buddha continued to rise from the same space door vortex, and soon revealed his entire face.
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After closing the space door, Gao Ning looked at the golden Buddha that had merged into one again. There seemed to be no trace of the golden Buddha at the connection point. He said in a loud voice: "No wonder this golden Buddha can not only be blown to pieces by the female ghost, but it turns out to be a real thing."
The gold component in the Golden Buddha is not much, but tin and lead account for the majority. It's just that those bald heads didn't know what method they used to make the three metals into a whole that is similar to an alloy. The weight is almost the same as real gold.
The broken cross section is also golden.
If you are not a person who specializes in studying gold and silver, you may not be able to tell whether it is genuine or fake if you hold it in your hands.
If you want to tell the difference, one is falling and the other is burning.
Not only is this stuff brittle, but its melting point is not high, and its physical properties are ridiculously different from gold.
After understanding this and the fact that the portable prison had no response to the Golden Buddha, Gao Ning quickly lost interest.
He casually threw this thing to Monk Mingxiu, not bothering to pay attention to the scene where he was performing a crazy show of facial expressions as if he had found a treasure. He walked back to the window again, occupying the best viewing position, and waited for the next performance.
Sure enough, just when the blacksmiths were rubbing their eyes and looking for the golden Buddha that suddenly disappeared, Yan Chixia had already rushed over with Shifang in a menacing manner.
He grabbed a random man, pointed in all directions and shouted: "Did you steal his golden Buddha? Give it back!"
"What golden Buddha? I've never heard of it before. I'm warning you, don't cause trouble here. We are not easy to mess with either!"
The little man secretly screamed that something was wrong, but his momentum was still not inferior to others.
I saw him with wide eyes, holding a hammer in one hand, gesticulating in the air, and using movements to increase his momentum.
There were more than a dozen strong young men lined up in a row, each of them holding more or less iron tools in their hands. Just the smell of their sweat could scare many people.
"Don't do this with me! I don't know what you are?"
Yan Chixia waved her hand: "If the little monk says he robbed him, then he robbed him. I'll teach you to be good and hand over the golden Buddha to me honestly. It will also save you a good beating. Otherwise, I will let you do this."
The street can’t open for two months!”
"Wow, what if you are a dragon crossing the river? Brothers, just fuck him!"
The little man hit the boiler with a hammer, making a clanging sound. Suddenly, more than a dozen blacksmiths beside him were like stars, shouting randomly, and rushed up with hammers or iron bars.
The little man was careful, and while Yan Chixia's sight was blocked, he picked up the money box next to him, and a dwarf god got out of a hole in the back.
Shifang, who had been staring at the little man, suddenly became anxious and shouted: "Don't run away, give me back the golden Buddha!"
Then he rushed forward regardless.
At the critical moment, he grabbed the little man's waist, pulled him back, and threw him heavily to the ground.
The little man fell on his back and almost lost his breath. The money box in his hand fell off naturally, and the coins and broken silver were scattered on the floor.
Shifang pulled the cash box over and rummaged around without looking at the money on the ground, but there was no trace of the golden Buddha inside.
His eyes suddenly turned red. He grabbed the little man by the neck and shouted: "Where is my golden Buddha? Where is my golden Buddha? Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"
The little man was so pinched that he rolled his eyes. He struggled hard and kicked Shifang in the stomach. He subconsciously let go of his hand as he felt the pain, turned around and got out of the hole in the back.
By the time Shifang got up and chased him out, the figure of the little man had disappeared.
He looked around in panic, not knowing which way to go, and really smashed the dilapidated shed, venting his boundless anger.
Even if some blacksmiths are strong and ferocious, they cannot be Yan Chixia's opponent.
He didn't even pull out the big sword he was carrying behind his back. He used fists and kicks to force the enemy. In just two or three minutes, he knocked out more than a dozen big men at once, and they lined up in a neat row on the ground.
When Yan Chixia found Shifang, he was squatting on the ground in despair, holding his head, looking as if he was so upset that he wanted to bang his head against the wall.
"Little monk, where is the leader? Why are you so dazed and asking you something?"
"The leader ran away!"
"Ah?" Yan Chixia's eyes widened: "You can let such a small one run away? Do you want to save your master?"
"I thought about it, but he...oh my golden Buddha, my master!"
Shifang held his head in pain again.
"No one ran away!"
Encountering a familiar voice coming from behind, the two of them looked back at the same time, only to see Gao Ning carrying the little man in his hand, like a puppy, walking leisurely towards this side.
Behind him, a monk named Mingxiu, wearing unique monk robes, followed suit with a calm expression. His indifferent expression seemed like he was walking on a stone road in the forest, not here.
Shifang was overjoyed: "Senior Brother Mingxiu, I understand, Senior Brother! That's great, it's been a great help!"
He rushed up and pulled the little man off, staring at him and continuing to question him.
Yan Chixia's eyes widened and she looked back and forth at Gao Ning and Shifang several times. She blinked and didn't know what she was thinking of. She suddenly took out a small abacus from her arms and did the math.
Got up.
"This old monk is rich enough. He came out with three disciples and a golden Buddha. Maybe the appearance fee of three hundred taels is too little. It should be doubled at least..."
He was muttering and fiddling with his abacus.
When I walked to Shifang, I saw his despairing look again.
Yan Chixia was slightly startled: "Why do you look like this again?"
"He will never tell you where the Golden Buddha is!" Shifang burst into tears.
Yan Chixia scratched her head: "You want me to torture you? But I'm not very good at it. I'm afraid I might kill someone accidentally!"
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome!"
Gao Ning suddenly said: "I have a method that may have some effect. Do you want to try it?"
