The dog path is immortal, it is not too late to practice immortality from a hundred years old

In the room, Zhang Chongyang looked at the cloth bag in front of him, and his mood at this time was like preparing to open a Pandora's box, full of anticipation.

"The heavens have blessed me. GAVE

HIMSELF A BUFF, AND ZHANG CHONGYANG DIRECTLY RIPPED OPEN THE CLOTH BAG.

What catches your eye is: a mess of talismans, a bunch of animal skin talisman paper...... This undoubtedly confirms that the middle-aged monk and Zhang Chongyang are peers.

There were also piles of bottles and jars, piles of gold and silver, a pile of lower-grade spirit stones, and a book.

Looking from Pandora...... Oh no, looking at these treasures that were 'opened' out of the cloth bag, Zhang Chongyang couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and a sentence came to his mind out of thin air: murder

and arson gold belt!

It's just that he was a little curious, why did the middle-aged monk go to be a thief when he was so rich?

By the way, Zhang Chongyang recalled that the middle-aged monk seemed to have attacked him with the purpose of kidnapping him, rather than wanting to take his life.

Perhaps, he had another purpose......

But what is there in his body that is worth the risk he is willing to take?

Thinking about it, he seems to be able to master the craft of hemostatic charms.

Zhang Chongyang added in his brain:

"So, he was jealous that my hemostatic talisman was sold well, so he had a bad idea that he shouldn't have?"

But he could obviously spend some money to buy his craft, so that he wouldn't be ...... in the army

If he doesn't even want to give up this money, either he is an iron rooster, or he has a criminal record, or Zhang Chongyang guessed the wrong direction.

"Hehe, whatever, people are dead, why do you want to do so much. "

Maybe people just don't like him.

Zhang Chongyang retracted his thoughts and picked up the pile of spirit stones one by one.

I counted them, and there were thirteen in all.

Embarrassed, he took it into his arms.

Then he counted the pile of gold and silver, thirteen taels of gold and thirty-seven taels of silver.

This amount of money is indeed a lot of money if it is placed in the ordinary world, but in Pingfu Town, which is composed of monks, it is also worth 1.6 lower-grade spirit stones.

I dialed the bunch of talismans, all of which were first-order low-grade talismans, including: meditation talismans, light-avoiding talismans, low-level talismans, and light talismans.

Zhang Chongyang picked up the light talisman, although the grade of this talisman is a first-order lower grade, the price is not cheap.

He now has one on his body, which he bought in the talisman shop before, and it cost him a low-grade spirit stone.

Zhang Chongyang was more curious about whether this light talisman was bought by a middle-aged monk or painted by himself, if the latter, relying on this craft alone could ensure that his life was very popular, and there was no need to covet his hemostatic talisman.

He put the light talisman on his body, put the other talismans aside, and casually picked up the bottles and jars.

He checked it, and some of them contained poison, some of them contained powder that he couldn't recognize with 'his' experience, but one bottle contained Huiqi Pill.

Zhang Chongyang picked up the bottle with the Huiqi Pill, opened the cap and smelled it, there was no special fragrance, that is, the aura was richer, and taking a deep breath would make you feel relaxed.

This feeling should be placed in a previous life, just like a person who lives in an industrial area every day, and suddenly one day comes to a place in nature and breathes the first breath of fresh air.

After counting, there were still five Hui Qi Pills in the bottle.

Well, I earned five more low-grade spirit stones.

Zhang Chongyang took it into his arms, he now has enough spiritual power, and he has no idea of eating one to try the effect.

There are about fifty pieces of animal skin talisman paper, this thing is not valuable, and Zhang Chongyang didn't count them.

There is only one book left at the end...... Zhang Chongyang picked it up and opened the first page, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This book is not a secret book of exercises, nor is it a martial arts inheritance, it is equivalent to a notebook.

It records the talisman and experience drawn by the middle-aged monk.

Zhang Chongyang didn't expect that the most valuable thing was not the thirteen lower-grade spirit stones, but this book.

He quickly flipped through it and found that there were a total of five talismans recorded on it.

In addition to the four talismans he had seen in that pile of talismans, there was also a first-order mid-grade talisman: the intermediate talisman.

It can be seen from the middle-aged monk's experience that he is not yet able to draw an intermediate amulet.

Before, Zhang Chongyang was still doubting whether the light talisman was drawn by a middle-aged monk, and he got an answer from this note, it was indeed drawn by him.

But from his experience, it can be interpreted that the middle-aged monk does not have a deep understanding of the light body talisman, in other words, the success rate of his drawing light body talisman is very low.

During this period of time, Zhang Chongyang's success rate in talisman making has become higher and higher, giving him an illusion: he feels that practice makes perfect, and this kind of thing should be taken for granted.

But he ignored that his predecessor, who had been making talismans for decades, and when he was at his most energetic, he would not draw more than ten hemostatic talismans in a month.

There are too many talisman makers in Pingfu Town, and they have been poor all their lives, so they have practiced a craft into the ability to eat.

And Zhang Chongyang has only been three months old, and he has increased the success rate of the hemostatic charm for his predecessor from less than 20 percent to almost 890 percent now.

Ordinary people + ordinary people = genius?

If you want to talk about hard work, yes, Zhang Chongyang came to this world, and he really worked hard.

There are a lot of people who can work hard, take the predecessor as an example, the time spent by 'he' on the craft of talisman making is longer than the age of Zhang Chongyang and his two lifetimes, and the result is not as good as Zhang Chongyang's accumulation of three months.

The only explanation is that it has nothing to do with the properties panel.

Once, Zhang Chongyang thought that the role of this panel was just to record his progress and reflect it to him through intuitive data.

Now it seems that he thought of this properties panel too simply.

It's like a super genius machine, giving feedback on Zhang Chongyang's every progress x10 and even x100, but this is not cheating, because Zhang Chongyang has really improved so much.

So the formula can be modified:

not Zhang Chongyang + predecessor = genius.

Rather, Zhang Chongyang + attribute panel = genius.

And he's a super genius.

After coming back to his senses, Zhang Chongyang collected this notebook.

To him, this note was a treasure, a treasure worth at least a hundred lower-grade spirit stones.

Yes, it's worth that value.

Looking at the middle-aged monk's sack again, he had taken out all the useful things, and all that was left were bottles and jars filled with poison and unknown powder.

He wasn't going to study these things, including this cloth bag, although its material was very good, it should be the skin of some kind of demon beast, but he didn't plan to keep it either.

Zhang Chongyang tied the cloth bag again, walked out of the house, dug a pit in the corner of the walled courtyard, threw it in, and buried it.

Turning around and going back to the house, he took out a formation flag from his sleeve pocket, this array flag was engraved with a cold ice array, and if he excited this array flag, he could stimulate a ten-way cold ice array centered on it.

Zhang Chongyang was thinking about which room the cold ice array should be arranged in.

"If only there was a cellar. "