"Hehe," Zhang San said with a crazy smile:

"It is said that the one in Xi'an is not a dust bead at all, and the real dust bead was obtained by Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang, in the Ming Dynasty. At that time, Li Zicheng and Gao Yingxiang, Zhang Xianzhong and others raised troops against the Ming Dynasty, and after capturing Fengyang, they dug up the ancestral tomb of the Ming Dynasty emperor and burned down the Huangjue Temple where Zhu Yuanzhang had become a monk.

"That Shenzhu is really extraordinary, Li Zicheng has won all the way after owning it, and he has not only sealed the king of Chuang, but also established the country of Dashun. However, this divine pearl has long been contaminated with demonic nature is a double-edged sword, and then Li Zicheng began to become arrogant, and lost his heart in governing the army in battle, and the military began to slack and slaughtered the city many times, and there was a bloody wind everywhere he went, and finally the vitality was exhausted and it was difficult to escape, and he was killed by the local bandit Jiang Dayan in Jiugong Mountain, Hubei, and then the body was secretly buried, and the whereabouts of the dust bead are unknown since then......"

Zhang Sanmad said this, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, stared at the wooden box in Grandma Liang's hand and sighed:

"Hehe, the mountain people have said so much, true and false, false and false, your old Liang Shitai should always comment and comment, right?

However, Grandma Liang held the wooden box in her hand, and seemed to be deeply immersed in the memories of the past, and did not react.

Bai Lu saw that Grandma Liang had always listened to Zhang Sanmad's story, although she frowned from time to time, she didn't deny it, she couldn't help but be more curious, and leaned over and asked:

"Grandma, I know a little bit about history and science. But his nonsense and conclusive words can't be true, right?"

Grandma Liang was silent and didn't speak, and only after a long time did she raise her eyes to look at Bai Lu, nodded slowly and sighed, "Maybe it's true......"

"What?" Bai Lu couldn't help but widen his eyes and couldn't speak, and it took a long time for him to suddenly come back to his senses, crying and laughing, stamping his feet and blaming himself:

"Oh, it's all my fault that I'm confused, I even believe this crazy man's nonsense? It's almost the 21st century, are we still living in myths? No, no, grandma, you must be sick again, we have to go to the hospital for a recheck!"

Bai Lu said that she was about to help Grandma Liang, but at this time, the pestle raised her hand to stop her, and she was still curious and asked Zhang Sanmad:

"Whether it's true or not, you're done! What's the matter with that red pill?"

Although Bai Lu doesn't believe in these absurd statements, but the pestle has experienced the strange things of the black iron bead, but he would rather believe it than believe it.

The little nun in front of her, who claims to be a thousand feathers, is real, and it is also true that Grandma Liang used to be a Taoist aunt, so this so-called dust bead can't be faked.

He wanted to find out what happened to his grandmother, so that he was left on this Anliang Street and lost his son. He felt it was his responsibility to find out what happened to his grandmother.

"Hehe, we're also hearsay, don't take it seriously!" Zhang Sanmad knew that the pestle loved to be more serious, so he first reminded him of the vaccination, and then explained:

"To be honest, we don't know much about that Red Pill Divine Pearl. I have only read a few legends from ancient books, as if this red Danzhu comes from Sanshen Mountain, the color is as red as the glow, and it is extremely gorgeous, and it has always been the secret collection of the court of the past dynasties, it is said that it was lost in the late Northern Song Dynasty due to the disaster in the palace, and then it was not recorded, and there are few rumors......"

Zhang San said madly, squeezed his little eyes and asked Qianyu Fusheng: "Little monk, don't just stand, see that you have always looked like a bodhisattva with a shelf, and you are pretending to be profound, you come to supplement the mountain people." ”

"......" Qianyu was stunned, and hurriedly explained with an innocent expression:

"Thousand ...... Qianyu is just a student, and ...... I helped Master Yun Chen! Come today, I'm ...... too. Also rehearsed at home for a night ......"

"Alas......" At this time, Grandma Liang sighed lightly and slowly stood up, handed the sandalwood box back to Qianyu Fusheng's hand, and said with a look of dead ashes:

"You go back and tell my senior sister that I have long been reduced to mortal dust, and I will go back again without a face......!

Zhang Sanmad was anxious when he saw it, and hurriedly persuaded: "Don't, don't mind! This kind of treasure will burn ten lifetimes of high incense even when you see it, how can you not want it?"

As he spoke, he smashed the pestle with his elbow, and then reminded the thief in a low tone:

"If this thing is real, then it will be a big creation! Hurry up and persuade the old woman to take it back, in the future, she will be done with her legs, and you will be the rightful heir!"

"Uh......" The pestle couldn't help frowning, and asked dissatisfiedly:

"Old skunk, how can you provoke people like this? Grandma's decision has her own reasons, how can I be selfish!"

But as he said this, something suddenly appeared in his pocket, and the black iron beads contained in it actually moved as if they were alive, like a little turtle trying to get out of the nest and bumped left and right.

Oh, what's going on? The pestle couldn't help but feel a tingle on his scalp and his heart was terrified.

Zhang Sanmad saw that the pestle was speaking righteously and strictly, but his expression was flustered and weird, and he couldn't help but "Huh?" and sneered:

"Little rotten bastard, you have a long ability, and you can speak better than you sing! Didn't you like to take advantage of it the most? When did the pig's nose stick a green onion and learn to pretend to be an elephant?"

The pestle was afraid that Zhang San would be crazy and expose the old bottom, so he quickly pinched his pocket hard, and then quietly glanced at Bai Lu and scolded Zhang San madly:

"The heroes don't mention the courage of the year, the nameless grass is issued every year, and I still don't have to grow?

"Hmm, Why, Why?" Zixue on the side listened to the pestle version of the "Three Character Classic" and couldn't help but be stunned:

"I didn't seem to say what I learned at the Canadian Chinese School!

"Poof!" At this time, Bai Lu couldn't help laughing, glanced at the pestle and said:

"He's like this, making it up! He also compiled me into "Learning from Lei Feng's Good Example", and I heard all the stupid ones!"

"Uh......" The pestle was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and instantly felt that his face was burning like a high fever, and he was probably ashamed, and he prevaricated again and again:

"I ...... I forgot the lyrics...... I could have sung!"

Zi Xue touched the back of her head, looking inexplicable: "Lei Feng, who is Lei Feng, is he the mythical Lei Gong?"

"Lei Gong, hahahaha......" Zhang Sanmad couldn't help but laugh when he heard it.

Unexpectedly, he was laughing on his back, when suddenly there was a flash of lightning in the air, followed by "Boom, boom, click!" Out of thin air, a thunderbolt exploded, and the sky shook and the walls fell to the ground.

Everyone was stunned and shrunk their necks, and Dawn and Black Hades stood up and got into the firewood and grass with their tails between their legs.

"Oh, you're a god...... Zhang Sanmad was even more frightened, he covered his head and dodged for a while, and he exclaimed: "It's all winter, and it's thundering! Who is on duty in the sky? I'm not afraid of the Jade Emperor checking the ......."

Just when everyone was panicking, suddenly Grandma Liang hunched over and convulsed, and suddenly "ahhhh The blood clots sprayed on the ground, mixed with the dirt and bubbling with turbidity.

"Ahh......h

"Oh! what the master said is really accurate, and he really vomited blood!" However, Xiaodao Gu Qianyu Fusheng seemed to have been mentally prepared, muttered a few times in his mouth, and hurriedly stepped forward and said:

"Don't touch her! My master said, Uncle Dust Shelter has accumulated too much dust resentment in his heart, and when he sees the dust beads, he will spit out his heart's blood, as long as he puts the dust beads in his mouth, he can save his life!"

When he heard this, he was so anxious that he cried and urged: "Then you should save people quickly!"

"Well, you break Uncle Shi's mouth open!" Qian Yu Fusheng was also slightly flustered, and asked to reach out and open the sandalwood box.

As soon as the wooden box was opened, it was suddenly bright, and a bead the size of a pigeon's egg appeared in front of everyone in the purple brocade and white velvet lining cup in the box.

The color of the beads is soft, white as jade, fragrant as Lancôme, touching people's hearts, everyone is stunned.

The pestle only cared about breaking grandma's teeth, and didn't care about this beautiful bead. But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

In just an instant, he felt his body shake, and the black iron beads in his pockets suddenly burst out with strength, and suddenly broke free from the restraints and jumped out! Then, the dust beads in the box were gone......