Wu Qingsong stood beside Zhao Sanjin. Thinking of Zhao Sanjin's relationship with the white haired God Ni, he also raised a glimmer of hope that Zhao Sanjin could really break the boundary of the double-sided Buddha, dig out the secrets of the double-sided Buddha and complete his only wish now.

What is disappointing is that Wu Qingsong waited nervously for five or six minutes, but he couldn't see the scene he wanted to see. In his vision, the double-sided Buddha has been quietly placed in the glass cover without any change.

"It seems that I think too much..." soon, Wu Qingsong shook his head and sighed. A lonely color flashed across his eyebrows, and he had no expectations for Zhao Sanjin.

Taking back his eyes, Wu Qingsong took a look at Zhao Sanjin next to him.

"Falcon, you... What's the matter with you?" Wu Qingsong was surprised with one look.

I don't know why, at this time, Zhao Sanjin's face was red, his forehead was full of sweat, the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled and twitched slightly, especially his eyes, which were more round and big than before, and his eyes were about to jump out of his eyes.

The first feeling is that Zhao Sanjin seems to see something incredible.

"See for yourself."

Zhao Sanjin answered, but his eyes were still staring at the changing double-sided Buddha and didn't leave.

"What are you looking at?"

Wu Qingsong lowered his head and took another look at the iron box. He still couldn't see what was different from the double-sided Buddha before, so he raised his head and looked at Zhao Sanjin again. His face was full of confusion.

Hearing this, Zhao Sanjin's eyebrows stood up. Then he turned and looked at Wu Qingsong.

Looking at Wu Qingsong's puzzled expression, it doesn't seem to be joking. It seems that he really didn't notice the changes on the double-sided Buddha.

"Shit, those white fog bodies have filled the whole double-sided Buddha. The double-sided Buddha used to be a pure black color like splash ink, but now it is about to become a pure white color like cotton. The change is so obvious. Can Wu Qingsong's eyes stare so big that he can't see it at all?" Zhao Sanjin was stunned.

Holding back the shock from the bottom of his heart, Zhao Sanjin tentatively asked, "Mr. Wu, don't you think there's something wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

Just as Zhao Sanjin thinks Wu Qingsong's expression is wrong, now the only thing that makes Wu Qingsong feel wrong is Zhao Sanjin's strange expression in ancient times.

"Er --" observed Wu Qingsong's reaction. Zhao Sanjin basically concluded that Wu Qingsong really couldn't see the white fog in the double-sided Buddha. Although he didn't know why, Zhao Sanjin hesitated a little and didn't intend to tell Wu Qingsong what he saw, so he coughed and took back his left hand, Wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said with a bitter smile: "it's really hot in this room..."

“……”

Wu Qingsong is neither laughing nor crying.

Zhao Sankin grinned and pretended that nothing had happened, but the shock from the bottom of his heart increased instead of decreased.

Last time in Myanmar, Wu Qingsong saw the white fog in the double-sided Buddha when Yun Yin cast the spell. But this time, why can only Zhao Sanjin see, but Wu Qingsong can't see anything?

it 's unbelievable!

Zhao Sanjin's brain hole opened, thought for a while and said, "is this the illusion in the legend?"

The double faced Buddha is famous all over the world and has become the object of contention among major forces. It is nothing more than that it has the magical ability to produce illusion after the opening of Zen master Yimei. In addition to the "illusion", Zhao Sanjin really doesn't know how to explain the current situation.

Illusion or hell, since the double-sided Buddha has a response, it is better than those who have no response. Zhao Sanjin takes a deep breath, temporarily suppresses the shock and doubt in his heart, re condenses his mind, lowers his head and stares at the double-sided Buddha that has completely turned white in the iron box, without raising his head: "Mr. Wu, the boundary on the double-sided Buddha is not simple, I have to take a closer look."

"Then take your time. If you find anything wrong, tell me in time." Wu Qingsong held back his doubts. Seeing Zhao Sanjin didn't want to say more, he didn't hurry to ask, but stepped back and sat down next to him.

In the next few minutes, everything was normal for Wu Qingsong, but unpredictable for Zhao Sanjin.

As time passed by, Zhao Sanjin noticed that after the mysterious white fog filled the whole double-sided Buddha, it began to rotate counterclockwise inside the double-sided Buddha, and the rotation speed gradually formed a small vortex from slow to fast.

In the center of the small vortex, there is a black spot!

The vortex was not big, and the black spot in the center was smaller, so small that it was like a needle tip. I couldn't see what it was.

"This is also an illusion?" Zhao Sanjin thought subconsciously, somewhat disappointed.

According to local rumors in Myanmar, the illusion of double-sided Buddha is either a beautiful woman like flowers or a glittering treasure, and now

Shit!

What about the agreed beauty? What about the agreed treasure? Zhao Sanjin expended a lot of energy and lost a lot of mysterious strength. His eyes are a little sour. In the end, he can only see these ancient and strange things?

When Zhao Sanjin was angry and looking forward to what would happen next, suddenly, a more bizarre scene happened!

Whew!

Without any psychological alert, the black spot in the center of the small vortex burst out of the vortex in an instant, as if it were a bullet flying out of the gun bore. It was so fast that Zhao Sankin was shocked that it was too late to take any countermeasures.

The black spot seemed spiritual, or hid in the small vortex for a long time, so the direction of the explosion was very accurate and impartial, just aimed at Zhao Sanjin's right eye, which was as round as a copper bell.

Just for a moment, the black spot rushed out of the small vortex, out of the double-sided Buddha, out of the special glass cover, like a dart, into Zhao Sanjin's right eye.

Zhao Sanjin only felt that his right eye was suddenly cold, followed by a sharp pain. The whole scalp was numb, and there was a loud buzzing noise in his brain. He subconsciously stepped back two steps, hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and shouted: "lying in the trough!"

"Falcon!"

Wu Qingsong was frightened by Zhao Sanjin's inexplicable behavior. He stood up and looked at the double-sided Buddha in the iron box. Seeing that the double-sided Buddha was safe and sound, he grabbed Zhao Sanjin's arm and said in surprise: "falcon, what's going on?"

"There's something strange about the double faced Buddha! I seem... It seems that I was hurt by the boundary above..." Zhao Sanjin blurted out and came out. Although the incident was sudden and unimaginable, he still didn't plan to tell Wu Qingsong the truth.

"What!"

Wu Qingsong was immediately shocked. He turned and stared at the double-sided Buddha for a long time. Is it strange? Strange wool!

Double sided Buddha as usual, there is nothing different.

Wu Qingsong pressed the iron box several times. Soon, the four supports at the corners of the iron box slowly contracted. With a "pop", the upper and lower parts of the iron box were tightly closed together and restored to their original appearance.

Wu Qingsong rushed out of the room with the iron box in his arms. After hiding the iron box, he shouted to the Panther and Maung Bobang who were guarding outside the gate and returned to the room together.

At this time, Zhao Sanjin had been lying on the sofa motionless and seemed to lose consciousness.

The pain in his right eye quickly spread all over his body. Zhao Sanjin only felt that the whole person was like being burned by smoke. He was sweating cold sweat all over, and the beads of bean sweat soon wet his clothes.

The strong body was like a balloon with air pulled out, almost collapsed, and the brain was buzzing. It seemed that it was possible to explode at any time, and the consciousness became blurred.

Before he was unconscious, Zhao Sanjin saw the Panther rush into the room first. He was a little stunned, so he shouted at him, "come on! Send the Falcon to the hospital!"

……

During the coma, Zhao Sanjin had a strange dream. In the dream, he saw a tall Sakyamuni gold body sitting on the lotus altar, his hands together, nodding and smiling at him across the air.

Beside the lotus altar, a giant fox three feet high stood in the air.

The fox's hair was snow-white. Looking at the past from a distance, it was like a floating cloud floating in mid air. It was covered with Buddha light, dejected and looked haggard.

At one glance, Zhao Sanjin was scared to pee by the fox.

"One, two, three, four..." Zhao Sankin stared wide and counted it again. He was surprised to find that the white fox had nine tails on its ass, each of which was so thick and so big. It is estimated that any tail swept down will sweep Zhao Sankin to the sky.

"Shit! Isn't it?"

He was really afraid of what to do. Zhao Sanjin had not figured out what was going on. The Nine Tailed fairy fox suddenly gave a strange roar, and its momentum soared in an instant. It flew towards Zhao Sanjin.

Zhao Sanjin's face turned green with fear. Although he knew that his meager strength was insignificant in the face of the behemoth above his head, he instinctively stretched out his hands and pushed out.

At the moment of being swept by the tail of the Nine Tailed fairy fox, Zhao Sanjin's hands caught the fluff on her tail, warm, soft and greasy.

What followed was a gust of strong wind caused by the huge body and amazing speed of the Nine Tailed fairy fox. The wind was too strong, which made Zhao Sanjin's hair stand upright, and his handsome facial features changed shape in a moment. Only a little short, the whole person would be blown away.

"Ah!"

Zhao Sanjin opened his mouth and screamed hysterically.

As soon as the scream fell, there came a very familiar but cold voice: "asshole! Get your dirty hands off!"

It sounds like Liu Yingying