Looking at Mr. Song who was still depressed, Jian'er showed admiration on her face. As expected, Lao Jiang was Lao Jiang. Looking at this look, the word "poison" is so great. Although the puzzle has not been solved, the key point has been almost certain.

So Jian'er showed her starry eyes and looked at Mr. Song with an absolutely admiring look.

It happened that the old man raised his head and suddenly felt like he was not angry when he saw Jian'er's appearance. Why did he pretend to be like this? He was not as silly as a little girl and was so stuffy that this girl was addicted to the fire? Suddenly, the old man's eyebrows began to shake, and his shiny little eyes swept across Jian'er's smooth forehead, as if he was looking for a place to start.

When he saw the old man's expression, could Jian'er still not know what he was thinking? He wouldn't tease the old man anymore, otherwise his Foshan Wuying Bobeng'er would not be a vegetarian.

"Since you have seen this, you still don't know it? Think carefully about the usual movements of Maitreya and the current movements of this Buddha image. You can understand it by trying to do it. Jian'er pointed to the Buddha statue with her finger and decided to let the old man try it by herself.

The old man blinked at the Buddha statue, and each person, like eyes, suddenly stopped.

Looking at the old man and then at the Buddha statue on the table with a smile that was always open and unknown to the situation, Jian'er suddenly burst out with a "pu" laugh: "Old man, we suddenly realize that you are still in a lingering state with this Maitreya Buddha (dialect, two people look similar)."

That's right, when the old man looked at Maitreya Buddha face to face, he looked a little similar. He had a round face, a smile, and a fat earlobe. It seemed that Maitreya Buddha's earlobe was bigger, and normal people could not grow at this level. The more they looked, the more they looked, the more Jane couldn't help laughing.

Looking at Jian'er's appearance, Mr. Song rolled her eyes. It's really, there is no girl in a formal shape. Forget it, ignore her. The more she pays attention, the more she becomes more excited.

He once again pulled his attention back to the Maitreya Buddha's appearance, and compared the Buddha's posture, muttering to himself. Since the girl said that he had not found the "line" wrong, then there was something he didn't see carefully enough and missed it. So this time the old man decided to go through one by one: "This Maitreya Buddha is mostly a sitting Buddha or a reclining Buddha. Generally speaking, he always smiles and can accommodate his big belly. This is a sitting Buddha, so according to the normal situation of a sitting Buddha. Maitreya Buddha is like barefoot, one foot stands, and one foot is set, and yes, it's OK. The part of this foot is fine."

After saying that, the old man followed Jian'er's prompt and sat down on the chair, straightened his body, made the current posture of the Buddha statue, and then stretched out his hand: "Okay, there is absolutely no problem with feet and body. The next thing is the problem, this hand..."

The old man learned to hold his knee with one hand and put the other hand on his flat calves, followed by the finger movements... As the old man slowly adjusted his fingers, his smiling eyes that had been squinting all year round also opened. Finally, when his movements were frozen, he said, "I understand!" and four words rushed out.

"Do you understand?" Jian'er curled her lips and watched the old man jump off the chair with a flexible movement like a snail, and rushed to the edge of the Buddha statue.

I don’t have time to pay attention to Jian’er, and Mr. Song just wants to confirm his own ideas now.

He quickly put on his gloves again. He picked up the magnifying glass and carefully looked for the invisible flaws while gesturing the movements of the Buddha statue.

"The magical skill is really a magical skill!" The old man's face was about to touch the Buddha's appearance. After a long time, the admiration came from his mouth. It seemed that the old man finally found the problem this time...

When the old man gently put the tools in his hand, he turned his head and looked at Jian'er with a complicated look: "Girl, how do you have these eyes? Are you still human eyes? They are all catching up with my magnifying glass."

Jian'er's face turned dark and almost jumped up. What does it mean that she is still human? I don't know if she is still a human girl, she is sensitive to this.

Ignoring Jian'er's face that was darkened instantly, the old man just said his own strings: "From the beginning, I felt that there was something wrong with the gesture of Maitreya Buddha. Generally, the Buddha held the knee with one hand, or held ingots on his knees, so there was no problem with the hand on the knee. But the problem with the other hand was great. Generally speaking, if this sitting like the other hand was either pinching the magic formula, it would hang naturally on the other knee like the other hand. In short, it would never use his fingers to take his fingers like this Buddha. Just in this regard, this is a waste product. But according to the patina, let alone looking at it as a waste product, the previous owner must treat it as a treasure."

He turned around the Buddha statue twice: "As girl, you said just now, I put it out in that position, and the position of the finger was exactly the Buddha's own big belly. I just looked for the magnifying glass for a long time, and finally there was a thin slit here." The old man shook his head and said, "It's really hard to believe that this slit is so well disguised. If a person is not careful, he will think it's just a piece of wood grain. The skills of this craftsman are really admirable!"

"Then are you always able to take it out? By the way, without destroying this Buddha's appearance." Seeing that the old man had found the root, Jian'er quickly made a request.

"Destruction?     !" Old Master Song's eyes bulged and almost jumped up, "Who dares?!" How can such a clever work of art be associated with such violent words? If someone really does this, the old man's performance will definitely jump up and bite people.

"I said that we are not destroying. Are we here to find a way for you? Let's see if we can take out the things inside without destroying the appearance of the Buddha statue. Don't you want to see what is inside the Buddha statue that is so careful to be hidden in such a beautiful and exquisite craftsmanship?" Jian'er's voice was full of bewitching, and she was also a little depressed. No matter how the old man heard it, he was inverted.

"Oh, it's not going to be destroyed." Old Master Song blushed. It's really absent-minded. Hey, it's mainly because I haven't seen such a magical carving for a long time. I'm a little nervous. "Girl, wait, I'll take a look."

"Hey!" Jian'er nodded quickly and stood aside. He was waiting for the old man's words. Compared to her, who had been a monk halfway through the antiques, who had been struggling in antiques for life, Jian'er also believed that even if the old man had no choice, it would be much more convenient for him to find someone who "has a way" with his connections.

After confirming that the technique used by this Maitreya Buddha statue was a technique of hiding treasures in the antique shop "Humbilicals and holds oil in the belly", Mr. Song looked more carefully, and his eyebrows were frowning tighter.

Because this time is different from the "being held oil" method he saw in the past, this time it is more clever.

According to the usual method, the general "tummy oil" trick is to fix the opening with paint or something, then polish and repaint it, and then make it look one with the original appearance. If you want to take out the treasure, just scrape the paint carefully and then you can easily open it.

Of course, there are some destiny points, and you can seal the treasure inside at all. Unless you destroy the camouflage, you will not want to see the true face of the treasure.

But this time, this piece is different. First of all, there is no paint at all. Instead, it is based on wood grain, Buddha's clothes pattern and round big belly. It is integrated by hand alone. Such magical craftsmanship makes Mr. Song even more excited, because in this way, there is a possibility that the Buddha has a secret door that can automatically "spout" the treasure in his belly so that the owner of this treasure can play and appreciate it at any time...

When this idea appeared in Old Master Song's mind, the old man almost jumped up for his own guess. And the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the possibility was greater, because the skills reflected in the Buddha statue and the sword skills of the old master gave the old man enough confidence to this guess.

However, the old man did not explain his thoughts in detail to Jian'er, because this was just a possibility. If he guessed wrongly, he would put his old face. After all, he had already swept his face before, and the old man wanted to win back the city from here.

So this time the old man's observation was not only the suspected wood grain connection, but also the patina of the entire Buddha statue.

I have also said before that although this Maitreya Buddha is not a piece, for some reason, my predecessors often use it to caress it. It is this kind of caress that leaves thicker patina on it, and this is the biggest clue.

Because according to human inertial thinking, the treasures hidden here must be valuable things that the owner likes very much. Even if they cannot be taken out to enjoy them for the sake of confidentiality, they will linger in the open place of the mechanism when they look at things and think of them. They will often hesitate to take them out and appreciate them again.

According to this inference, the patina where the mechanism is must be thicker than elsewhere, so you need to compare carefully and you can find it.

With ideas and clues, it turns out that it’s much faster to find it again. Soon after, the old man found several "special" places. After a few actions of pressing, pushing, rubbing, and rubbing, the old man suddenly had a flash of his eyes and shouted: “Okay!” and then took a few steps back.

As the old man retreated, there were a burst of sounds in the belly of Maitreya Buddha on the table. Finally, with a "ding" sound, Maitreya Buddha's round belly was gently bounced out.
Chapter completed!