Clothes, silver, books, medicinal materials, bottles and cans.
A bunch of things were scattered on the table.
Even the small pile of silver and banknotes next to him couldn't bring him back to his senses.
Chen Mu stared blankly at the red leather bag inside the wooden box.
"Should have thought of it earlier."
There are ghosts and monsters, there are magic weapons, and naturally there are also immortal cultivators.
It's just that the bag is a bit weird, and it doesn't quite fit in with his fantasy of storage bags and Sumeru Rings.
"Sooner or later I have to see what the immortal looks like!"
Chen Mu quickly calmed down his complicated emotions and looked away.
Cover the wooden box and store it carefully. This is a treasure and cannot be thrown away.
But it's not easy for him to try it now. After all, it sucks blood, which is a bit dangerous.
"Let's take a look at the loot first!" Chen Mu put on his sheepskin gloves.
Place a bunch of bottles and jars carefully next to them, lest they contain poison.
Put silver taels, banknotes and other belongings together.
After clicking, there were more than four hundred and thirty-three taels.
"Windfall!" Chen Mu laughed.
The clothes were thrown into the tub, planning to take them out and burn them later.
Chen Mu put several books in front of him. He's interested in this stuff.
Secrets of murder and explosives are standard features in novels.
"It would be great if I could practice this art again."
Thinking this, Chen Mu picked up the top book.
"The Book of Pity Flowers".
"The book..." Chen Mu couldn't wait to open the pages of the book.
After reading only one page, he closed the book with a blank expression.
Then I looked at a few other books.
"The Legend of Pinhua", "The Legend of the Demon Fox"...
"Use Na mustard seeds to hide Sumeru's treasures to contain the little emperor's book... what a talent!"
Throwing a few books into the bamboo basket, Chen Mu casually took the last bright yellow scroll and opened it.
If this were a beautiful banner picture...
I won’t look at it if the painting is not good!
As soon as I opened it, the dense handwriting came into my eyes.
Chen Mu quickly looked at the opening title - "The Book of Thousand Mountains: Five Ghosts Moving Mountains".
This is... shipped!
…
"It turns out to be called Five Ghost Bags." Chen Mu looked through the scroll carefully.
The content is all related to the red bag.
It begins with a passage of two to three hundred words.
The content is confusing and the preface does not match the postscript.
I know every word, but together they are a bunch of gibberish.
Most of the rest is about how to make the five ghost bags.
The material looks rather curious.
The main material is the stomach pouch of a toad.
This kind of toad is called a rainbow pot. It has a belly as big as a fist but has a universe inside and can hold a lot of things.
The five villains are even weirder, they were transformed from ghost monsters.
The production techniques are complex and inexplicable.
For example, after the Five Ghost Bags are initially formed, they need to be exposed to the sun for 72 days, the moon for 36 days, and the cold wind blowing on the top of a mountain for 18 days on starless and moonless nights.
The bag is made, and by manipulating the five ghost bag through the opening verses, you can activate the wonderful technique of five ghosts to move mountains.
It can drive five ghosts to carry, block and kill enemies.
The five ghost bags have been practiced to the depths and are said to be able to move mountains.
As for how to perform sacrifices, just feed the flesh and blood of living creatures into the bag.
"Not only sucks blood...but also eats meat?!"
The style of painting is becoming more and more curious.
As for when the bag will be completed, the scripture does not say. Chen Mu estimated that he was probably a liar.
"Things are good, but how can we use them if the scriptures fall to the ground?"
It was simply gibberish with more than three hundred words put together.
"It must be a code word." Chen Mu thought unwillingly.
If you want to know the real content, you have to know the correct order, or extract them from these words according to the rules.
"Trouble." Chen Mu frowned: "It is very likely that this kind of secret will be passed down by word of mouth."
…
For three days in a row, Chen Mu pondered over strange scriptures while eating and sleeping.
Unfortunately nothing was found.
"Forget it, let's think about it slowly." Chen Mu thought about it.
He has proficiency plug-ins, and as long as he doesn't waste his time, his strength will continue to improve. Sooner or later you will come into contact with extraordinary power.
Five Ghosts Moving Mountains is not the only one.
The obsession with scriptures these days has affected the cultivation of medicine.
Chen Mu immediately put away the scroll. Put it into a wooden box with the five ghost bags and hide it.
Only the two to three hundred words of the scriptures were copied out separately.
Check it out every day when you have free time to change your mind.
…
Five days later.
Chen Mu handed a large table tennis ball to Jie Jia.
"Taste it."
"What is it?" Jie Jia brought it to his nose and smelled it.
A faint sweet smell mixed with the smell of medicine floats into the nose.
"Bigu Pill." Chen Mu said solemnly.
Jie Jia had no expression on his face and looked at Chen Mu without saying anything.
"Actually, it's just a rice ball with tonic added. It's very hungry." Chen Mu shrugged and said with a smile.
Jie Jia nodded.
After more than half a month of research, Chen Mu finally produced the ancient version of compressed biscuits with the help of his third-level pharmaceutical skills.
Jie Jia looked at it and took a bite out of curiosity. He still recognized Chen Mu's cooking skills.
The salty, sweet and delicious taste made his eyelids lift slightly.
"good."
"I'll give you some later." Chen Mu smiled.
"Is something wrong?" Jie Jia said calmly.
He is familiar with this routine. This scholar is only so attentive when he is asked to help.
"Look at this." Chen Mu didn't take it seriously and threw a porcelain bottle to Jie Jia.
Jie Jia's heart moved.
Opening the porcelain bottle, a familiar smell wafted out.
"Are you really imitating it?!" Jie Jia was slightly moved.
This thing is the secret medicine monopolized by Zhu Yige. It’s not that no one has tried to imitate and crack it, but no one has ever succeeded.
"It was a bit troublesome, but luckily it worked." Chen Mu laughed.
Zhu Yige added drugs to confuse audio and video to form an encryption lock. Ordinary pharmacists don't come out.
Thanks to the third-level pharmaceutical technology.
The moment of breakthrough strengthened Chen Mu's sense of smell and taste, allowing him to detect the flaw.
Zhu Yige mixed two useless medicines to produce a very similar smell to another precious medicine. The various test responses were generally the same.
I don’t know how many imitators have been misled.
"Ten pills in a bottle, I'll give you eight taels in a bottle, sell it for me, do you want to do it?" Chen Mu said seductively.
Jie Jia has the strength and channels, and is not afraid of others coveting and prying.
Chen Mu only cares about production, letting Jie Jia take care of all the troubles, and make a lot of money safely.
"Two taels." Jie Jia negotiated the price calmly.
Internal members of Zhu Yi Pavilion bought it for eight taels a bottle.
If you put it in the ghost market, a bottle would cost you at least twelve taels!
In order to make money, Jiejia raised the price ruthlessly.
"Less, at least seven and a half!" Chen Mu looked reluctant. But my heart is filled with joy.
Sanyang Liujun Pills may seem complicated, but the complexity lies in the process and the raw materials are not expensive.
A bottle costs more than one tael at most. If made in batches, the cost can even be reduced to half a tael.
The two talked about it and finally settled on six liang a bottle.
When the deal was concluded, the two of them smiled in unison.
One old and one young, like two foxes who have just stolen a chicken.
…
Gathering area market.
Chen Mu, wearing a bamboo hat and Yang Zhi's vest, found Old Liu Tou with a bamboo basket on his back.
"I have prepared all the medicinal materials for you, but it took a lot of effort from me." Old Liu Tou handed Chen Mu a sack.
Chen Mu didn't say anything, opened the sack and took out the small cloth bag inside. Check one by one as a habit.
He frightened Jie Jia.
After a while, Chen Mu stood up and threw a cloth bag to Old Man Liu: "Thank you."
With this batch of medicine, not only will he make money, but his recovery from injuries will also be accelerated.
Old Liu Tou squeezed the bag and suddenly smiled.
Chen Mu nodded, threw the sack into the bamboo basket, and carried it away.
Just took two steps.
Several government officials walked by carrying a stretcher.
There was an acquaintance beside him. That Mr. Lu.
Since the change in Qingshan County, Chen Mu has never gone to the Yamen to draw a wanted notice.
I haven’t seen this Mr. Lu for a long time.
Chen Mu frowned slightly when he noticed the blood-stained gray cloth covering the body.
Another wild beast attack?
