Although Jinghai was greedy for treasure, he was also a little embarrassed when he heard this, pointed to the metal pipe on the table, and said:

"When I saw this thing, I thought of Hou Jinhua's way of coming, and I didn't save your car at that time, just to confirm whether this is the Bodhisattva pen passed down by Jizhong."

"Bodhisattva pen?" I picked up the metal tube again.

Jing Hai suddenly scratched his head, "Our family has already seen these things one by one while you were asleep yesterday. This is indeed the Hou family's big house, that is, the ancestor of the Hou family who first got the three-page Luban book, the most proud Bodhisattva pen. It is said that this is really a pen, but our family has studied it for half a night, and we have not been able to figure out how it is used as a pen. In this way, now is not the time to study this thing, you just give this Bodhisattva pen and the chain in the bag to Ji Yayun, and let her take it for self-defense. ”

I suddenly thought that the old monk said that it was true that it was true that it had opened people's ears for such a long time, but in the end, he still didn't say why the Bodhisattva's pen could spray white mist, and why he could suppress Di Fusheng, who had lost his normality.

Jing Hai is already exquisite, and he has been with me for a long time, and he can see my thoughts with just a pair of eyes, and he said slowly:

"The Bodhisattva pen has another nickname, called the soul pen. Just by injecting rootless water into it, and the trigger erupts, the soul of a person with deep evil thoughts can be temporarily fixed. ”

I was a little incredulous: "Those white fogs that suppress Di Fusheng are just water vapor?" ”

"Yes, but if you want to calm the soul, you must have rootless water."

Without waiting for me to ask, Jinghai waved his hand, "Regarding the Bodhisattva pen, Hugh has to ask more, because that's all our family knows." ”

The old monk's face changed, and he scratched his scalp again: "Actually, our family wants to know more than anyone where the wonders of these treasures come from. ”

I asked Ji Yayun, "Do you know what rootless water is?" ”

"You know, the rain and snow that haven't landed."

"That's it." I slapped the bodhisattva pen into her hand, "I'll take the snow water and put it in it later, and use it when I'm in danger." No matter how bad it is...... You can also poke people with a pointed tip. ”

Jinghai said "ouch", "Evil, you are a tyrannical thing!" ”

I simply poured out the remaining things in the bag, and saw that there was indeed a chain in it.

The chain resembles a necklace, connecting an eight-pointed star pendant. But although they look metallic, they are dull and have no metallic luster.

I thought it was made of magnets like the 'bowl', so I took out the keyring and tried it, but it wasn't.

I compared the chain in Ji Yayun's neck, "When the necklace is a little long, it can be improvised, but I'm afraid that this chain is too strong and can't hang anywhere, and I will strangle you to death." ”

"Are you going to die with me?" Ji Yayun glared at me fiercely.

I turned my face and asked Jing Hai, "What is this thing called?" What's the use? ”

Jing Hai cocked his orchid finger and said, "We don't know what this thing is called, but we have named it Langjun!" ”

"Lang Jun?" Ji Yayun and I said in unison.

"Well, it's called Lang Jun." Jing Hai frowned, looking puzzled.

I had long been accustomed to the old monk's ever-changing expression, and I only asked him what this thing was for.

Jinghai let out a short sigh of "hey", pointed at Ji Yayun and said, "You try to blow on one of its horns." ”

Without waiting for Ji Yayun to speak, I said, "What are you blowing?" I've just seen that the eight-pointed star is solid along with the chain. ”

Jinghai rolled her eyelids, "Then do you let her blow it?" ”

I knew that he was making a petty mistake again, so he casually handed the chain to Ji Yayun, "Blow, blow, blow, blow." ”

I pulled out a cigarette and had just lit the lighter when a reed popped out of the wishful wrench on my thumb.

The edge of the reed was so sharp that I didn't feel anything on my lips, and I cut the cigarette in my mouth in two pieces.

I broke out in a cold sweat, "Old bald donkey, your thief is a Xibei product, right?" ”

The special thing about this is that my hands are fast, and when I feel the vibration, I rush to send my hands out, and if I am a hundredth of a second slower, it will either cut my throat open, or at least I have to open a 'floor drain' in my chin.

Looking at Jinghai again, the two eyes that were not very big were like two small light bulbs at this time, and they muttered:

"Lang Jun really has such a peculiar effect, what is the reason? What kind of material is this thing made of? ”

I followed the old monk's astonished gaze, and I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

Ji Yayun was holding the eight-pointed star pendant in her hand, with one of the corners between her lips, looking at me in a daze.

"You try another corner." Jing Hai walked up to her in a few steps, and her voice trembled.

Ji Yayun seemed to have sensed something unusual, pursed her lips, and said to me:

"You take the wrench farther away, don't hurt yourself."

She reangles the eight-pointed star and blows lightly on one of the corners. Listening to the sound of 'smack', a reed spontaneously popped out of the finger of Ruyi.

Under the instruction of Jinghai, Ji Yayun blew eight horns in a row, and then looked at the Ruyi wrench, he had already become a 'hedgehog'.

"How so?" I felt like I was about to stop breathing.

Nothing I had just done could be expressed in any of the principles I knew. It's something that can only be seen in magic or science fiction movies.

Both in terms of shape and feel, I can be sure that the eight-pointed star is absolutely solid, and there are no hidden pores.

But every time Ji Yayun changed a corner, he only blew lightly, and a different reed immediately popped out of his fingers!

Jing Hai came back to his senses from his astonishment, shook his hands and said, "Jizhong is a doorman, it is really ingenious!" ”

Only when the old monk calmed down did he tell us a detail.

It turned out that the blueprint he had obtained from the thief was only half a sheet. The material used for the wrench and the shape and structure of each part are marked in detail, but on the side, a necklace with an eight-pointed star is drawn.

Because the drawing is only half, the name of the eight-pointed star chain is not annotated, but it is noted:

Rising octagonal, each holding one side; If you want to do it, you will do it, and the thief will do it; If the eight springs are not controlled, the rising star will be burned, the main star will die, and the thieves should flee.

Jinghai said: "This annotation, you can understand its meaning by looking at it, which means that this 'Lang Jun' and the Ruyi wrench can be connected. Our family used the Hou family during that time, although it was not easy to ask openly, but when we were drunk, we used secret words many times to provoke each other, and finally asked some doorways. The Hou family does have a skill that can make the two communicate and determine the direction. For example, this 'Lang Jun' and 'Ruyi', as long as one party advocates a corner, Ruyi will react immediately. Alas...... If our family knew that there really was such a thaumaturgical miracle in the world, how could we do such a stupid thing! ”

Seeing the old monk beating his chest at the end, I suddenly felt a heavy feeling in my heart, and tried to ask: "What happened to the head of the Hou family who made friends with you?" ”

Jing Hai's eyes quickly rolled twice, and he unconsciously lowered his voice and said:

"On the day our family left, we gave him a ride first."