Brother Badou, who was determined to cross the seas in his chest, never imagined that the bottom of the sea would actually get a clamp, but as soon as he stepped on it, the big clam was frightened, and the double shells were close together, firmly clamping his feet and neck.

What's this weird thing? The fat man took a closer look at this monster, and saw that it was full of bells and whistles, especially the hinges of the two shells, like a sexy mouth. And it's surprisingly big, I used to look at those river mussels, and when they were half a foot long, they were very big, but this guy in front of him must be more than a meter tall. The shell is thick and heavy, and the weight is really not light, just like an undersea truck.

Looking at it, the fat man remembered, this thing is a clams, the "shell king" in the ocean, the ditches on the shell, aren't they like the ditches left after the wheels are pressed? Because its knock is relatively thick, and the inner shell is white, it is more popular with Buddhist believers, and it is ground into a rosary with the shell of the clams, which belongs to one of the seven treasures of Buddhism. When the fat man used to identify antiques, he saw a string of white clams rosary, and he didn't expect to finally see the deity today.

So he clenched his fists, knocked on the heavy shell of the clams, and silently recited the incantation in his heart: Open the door with sesame, and read that you are also a protected animal, so I will let you go.

However, the spell did not work, but it felt tighter and tighter, and it is estimated that the clams also chanted the mantra over there: Sesame closes the door!

When the clams are stimulated, the instinctive reaction is definitely to close the shell. As soon as Brother Badou saw that he couldn't make sense, he decided to move hard, and his hands broke the upper and lower shells of the big clams respectively, and struggled to divide them to both sides.

The fat man's strength is more than three times that of ordinary people, but he still can't separate those two doors. If it weren't for the fact that the fat man didn't need to breathe underwater, it would be dangerous.

You're a dog. If you bite into it, you won't let it go—you won't be able to make a fat man. I decided to float to the surface first. As soon as the sun is shining, it is estimated that this guy will have to open the door obediently. So he kicked his feet and paddled upwards with his arms.

Like a big bird, he fanned his arms for a long time, but he stopped in the distance and didn't move, and the big guy below fell firmly, and it was estimated that he weighed at least five or six hundred pounds.

This time, Brother Badou has no tricks: this guy is covered in hard armor, and it is like tickling when he hits it twice, and he is dead and heavy. I can't take it with me, but my brother can't afford it with you!

I don't know if there is anything to be afraid of this thing - the fat man pondered in his heart, and while he was still looking around, the wreck was lying quietly a few dozen meters away, and the porcelain was half hidden in the sand, but it felt out of reach.

Wait, sand -- fat people have an idea, like shellfish, they are more afraid of sand entering their shells, which will wear away the soft soft tissues in their bodies. You might as well give it a try.

So he grabbed a small handful of sand and pushed his hand down the neck of his pinched foot. The fat man said twice in his heart: If you don't play happily with me, I will raise sand!

This time it worked, it seemed to feel the invasion of sand, this clams didn't care about competing with the fat man, and hurriedly opened the mussel shell, trying to use the sea water to wash away the foreign objects that entered the body, and the fat man finally took the opportunity to pull out the foot board, and the foot and neck were pinched red and swollen.

I really want to kick that guy out of breath, but think about its heavy shell, forget it. However, when he glanced at the clams angrily, he saw that in the open body of the clams, among the snow-white soft flesh, there seemed to be several round protrusions that also squirmed together, which looked particularly eye-catching.

The fat man wasn't sure if there were pearls in his body, but who told him that his eyes were good, and through the outer layer of tissue, he could see what was inside, and it was the size of a pigeon's egg!

Oh my mother, I really haven't seen such a big pearl, and I've caught up with the glass ball I played when I was a child--the fat man's eyes lit up, anyway, he has purple gas to heal, and it won't hurt the life of this clams, so the fat man decided to give it a try...... Through this minor surgery, it may be able to help it remove foreign bodies from the body, which can be described as a win-win situation.

It's just that the clams definitely don't think so, and they definitely won't cooperate. Looking at the shipwreck not far away, the fat man had an idea, so he stepped on the mud and sand, and pushed the clams towards that side.

This clams are indeed heavy enough, and the fat man estimates, to say the least, more than 600 catties, and if it is replaced by ordinary people, it really can't move it. Even if you are a fat man, you can only step on the bottom of the sea to borrow strength, and you can push it forward, and if you want to rise to the surface of the sea, you will definitely not be able to do it.

When I got to the side of the wreck, I saw that the ship was so badly damaged that I couldn't see what it was supposed to be, and the sediment here was not too thick, so I couldn't bury all the hulls, which would have been more conducive to preservation.

The fat man originally wanted to find two pieces of wood to hold up the mussel shells, but soon found that the wood had rotted so badly that when he pinched it with his hands, it turned into slag and floated in the sea.

In addition to a large number of porcelain, the fat man also saw a lot of scattered coins and gold and silver utensils, but they were certainly not suitable for use as stands.

rummaging in the sand for a while, he found a damaged box, which contained two stones, although three flat and four were not round, so it could be used. So he repeated the old trick, raised a handful of sand into it, and after the clams were enlightened, he stuffed the stone into it: I will operate on you for free, and where can such a surgeon be found, you can steal the fun.

When he wanted to have surgery, the fat man found that he had no tools at all. He came down with his bare hands, and he didn't take any of them. But looking at the pile of porcelain fragments next to him, the fat man had an idea, picked a few large pieces and beat them for a while, and finally chose two sharper ones, which were suitable for scalpels.

Holding the porcelain piece into the shell, he picked a bulge and cut it, and he could clearly feel that the clams began to squirm and fight, which should have hurt a lot.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll give you some anesthetic-the fat man began to release purple qi while cutting, and sure enough, the clams immediately quieted down, and the huge shell still moved slightly, as if he was enjoying it.

I knew that you were good, why should I raise the sand--the fat man was so depressed in his heart, but he kept moving his hand, cut the outer membrane, and then the crystal smooth pearl fell into his hand.

I didn't have time to take a closer look, so I helped the clams heal the wounds first. Then the other pearls were taken out one by one, and the clams were restored to their original state. For the fat man, the pearl is a treasure, but for it, this thing is as much annoying as it is.

Looking at the five round pearls in the palm of his hand, one large and four small, the treasure light is restrained, white and flawless, and the fat man has a feeling that he can't put it down: this is really the essence of nature's condensation!

Hehe, just make a few pearl ornaments for the little steamed bun, this big one is a necklace, and the smaller one is a drop earring-the fat man fantasized in his heart, and then he felt that his thigh was hit, and when he looked down, it turned out to be the big clams.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot to take the pillar off while admiring the pearl - the fat man patted the crust of the clams, and then took the stone with his own hands. It was only then that he realized that something was wrong: the stone seemed to be a little lighter.

I was in a hurry to take the pearl just now, so I didn't pay much attention to it, and as soon as the fat man let go, the two stones didn't sink into the water, but fluttered and showed signs of floating.

It's lighter than water—the fat man hurriedly fished the stone back, and he had some guesses in his mind, but he wasn't quite sure.

Originally, I wanted to get a few pieces of porcelain to bring with me, but now I have to hold two big stones, so I can only wait for next time. The fat man waved goodbye to the big clam clam who was a low-class animal, but he also showed great friendliness and attachment to the fat man, and even tried to catch up with him.

Big guy, take care of your days - the fat man also silently wishes in his heart that all things are animistic and all things are born, and all kinds of freedom and happiness -

The fat man was happy at the bottom of the sea, but Diao Lao Er above was so anxious that he almost didn't jump into the sea: he hadn't seen his head show up for half an hour, even if the fat man learned kung fu with him well, but at most he could hold his breath for three or five minutes!

Just as he was about to go back to call someone, he heard a commotion in front of him, and a chubby head was exposed. Diao Lao Er couldn't help but say, leaned over and knocked twice on the fat man's skull: Stinky boy, make me worry in vain!

The fat man whimpered twice in his mouth, and then threw the two gray stones in his hand into the lifeboat. Diao Lao Er was also angry with him: "This is the baby you are talking about?" ”

The fat man nodded, then climbed into the lifeboat, spread his palms, and opened his mouth to spit out a round grain. Although Diao Lao Er concentrates on practicing martial arts, his vision is also extraordinary, and he can see at a glance that this is a rare pearl, in the sun, there is a faint halo around the pearl, this is Baoguang. Pearls with a young age will not have this effect at all.

"Good stuff!" Diao Laoer, who has never paid much attention to foreign objects, also praised it, and then saw that the fat man was spitting bubbles, spitting out pearls from his mouth one by one, and a total of five big pearls were spit out.

If Monkey Xiaoshuai is here, he will definitely take a good look at the fat man's mouth. But the fat man couldn't do it, he slipped down, and his hands had to hold the stones, so he had to stuff the pearls into his mouth.

After spitting out the pearls, the fat man could finally speak, and he said a few times: "Second uncle, I've made you wait for a long time." ”

"Did you kid practice the legendary Turtle Breath Dafa?" Diao Lao Er quickly shifted his gaze from the pearl to the fat man.

The fat man nodded: "I saw an ancient book in the British Museum, which recorded a method of holding your breath, but you can't practice it, second uncle!" ”

Diao Lao Er couldn't help but widen his eyes, he was a bit of a martial idiot. The fat man hurriedly began to talk nonsense: "Second uncle, this method is very strange, you have to be fat to practice, I think it is necessary to burn the fat in the body when you hold your breath, in order to produce enough energy, to your strong body, but it will be damaged." ”

"I didn't see that your kid was getting thinner-" Diao Lao Er muttered to himself, and quickly immersed himself in thought, but it is estimated that he couldn't figure it out for a while.

I let the water soak - the fat man shrunk his neck and hurried to check the two stones, he needed to test his idea. So he leaned over and put his nose on a rock, and shook his nose vigorously - (To be continued......