I tried to carefully scan the golden Buddha with my perspective eye, and found that there was a small area on the front chest of the Buddha statue that I could not see through, and there was only a small cloud of rich golden yellow gas in my eyes, which seemed to be wrapped in something.

Xu Qing took out the Long Yuan short sword and the set of jade carving knives from the drawer, carefully cut a triangular hole in the back of the golden Buddha, and then used the hook knife to pull out the mass of gold attached to the object.

Syllable! The mass of objects landed on the desk with a soft sound, and a stream of golden gas rose and slowly fell into Xu Qing's right eye.

Airplanes! Xu Qing felt a roar in his mind, and a clear figure appeared, this person was tall, wearing a dark red robe, but he was not bald, his gray hair was thick and knotted, and there was a pair of big bright eyes on the bridge of his unusually tall nose, which was somewhat similar to the ancient Hu monk, and he was still a barefoot Hu monk.

Hu Seng had words in his mouth, and the Sanskrit sound came out of his lips, and suddenly Xu Qing felt that his mind was full of obscure words, and he was groggy and had a strong sense of sleep, he reluctantly swept everything on the table into the drawer, and fell asleep □□.

Xu Qing got up very early the next day, feeling unusually clear in his mind, as if even his brain had been washed by someone, and suddenly recalled that he hadn't seen what was hidden in the golden Buddha last night, so he quickly opened the drawer and rummaged through it.

In the center of the scattered carving knife lay a small ball of silk, as if it was the object that was put in last night, Xu Qing took the silk in his hand, because of the age, this thing has been a little yellow, fortunately it is not rotten in the sealed environment, and it has become a square piece, and a snow-white finger bone is wrapped in the middle.

This phalanx is thicker than Xu Qing's flesh-wrapped little finger, and there is a warm luster like jade flowing on the surface, and what is even more strange is that there are a lot of ancient characters written on the silk silk, to be exact, the handwriting should be embroidered, but unfortunately he doesn't know any of them, and he really can't read them.

Xu Qing faintly felt that this phalanx should belong to the Hu monk who appeared in his mind last night, but he didn't know the origin of the other party, one thing was certain, that Hu Seng should be an ancient martial artist, and a figure not inferior to the five ancestors of Prajna.

"Regardless of him, Zhang San, Li Siwang, Wuzhao, and Liu, he is the brother in his hand, so let's hide it first." Xu Qing already had an idea in his heart, so he packed his finger bones in a cigarette box, hid them in a large vase, and put the embroidered silk in a plastic bag and put it in his pocket.

There are not many people who can recognize ancient characters, but Xu Qing knows one, that is, the guest of the Tang family's father and son, Wu Lao. Take this silk silk with you, maybe when you go to visit Tang Guobin today, just ask him to call and ask Wu Lao to come over for identification, and you can also increase your knowledge, maybe there is also a record of the origin of the phalange.

Put the disc sent by Brother Buddha into his schoolbag, thought about it, grabbed Long Yuan's short sword and put it in the sheath and buckled it on his waist, carrying his schoolbag to school, as a student, he didn't think anything was more important than going to school.

Half a day of intense study passed quickly, and in this short period of four recesses, Xu Qing actually received twelve love letters, two in his class, and most of the others were transferred through various relationships, and two bold elementary school girls ran into the classroom to hand the love letters to this majestic little shark on the basketball court.