On the way back by bike, my head was still a little dizzy. The Tiancheng Yuanbao lying quietly in my pocket at the moment was actually so valuable.

Uncle Li's words are still lingering in his ears: "Do you know what Tiancheng Yuanbao is? Very few copper coins from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period have been unearthed. Each one is worth a lot of money. If it is a Xiaoping coin, it is considered a treasure at most. But you

Do you know that the one you have in your hand costs only ten cents, and is very rare in the world. Even the archaeological community does not admit its existence. But once you use high-tech instruments to analyze its date, it will be a rare treasure!"

I didn’t understand what Xiaoping Qian was, let alone what discounting ten qian meant. Uncle Li taught me a lesson, and I realized that Xiaoping Qian is equivalent to one yuan, and that discounting ten qian is much larger than Xiaoping Qian, which is equivalent to ten yuan.

Yuan money.

And this Tiancheng Yuanbao in my pocket is only worth ten coins of unknown value in the world. This is not important. What is important is that it has been warmed and nurtured by my master, and the magic power it contains is amazing.

That’s how I waste everything!

In addition, Uncle Li was afraid that I would waste things again in the future, so he told me harshly: "The precious thing about your tiger claws is that they were obtained from a tiger that has lived for more than fifty years. Your master said that the tiger claws are almost

It can be called a hundred-year-old tiger monster, and it is almost ready to develop spiritual wisdom.

, and more importantly, after your master cleaned it up, he used the Soul Collection Talisman to collect every soul of it and sealed it into a tiger claw. You should weigh the weight yourself! The hundred-year-old demon tiger has the heaviest evil spirit.

If you want to measure the bone age of your claws now, it will cause a sensation."

"The agarwood in your hand is Qi Nan Chen, and its price is comparable to gold. You can weigh it yourself."

"Your master likes to collect rare treasures, and he has a lot of choices when it comes to magic weapons. Your master got the most. I personally prefer copper coins, and I got them all. The one I gave you this time is also the best among them.

, you actually treat me like this."

"What's more important is that these things can keep out the cold. Your master's magic power is among them. Even the most ordinary jade, as long as Wen cultivates it into a spiritual jade, is worth a lot of money. You kid has such a heavy treasure, but you don't know how to cherish it."

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The sun is very poisonous and the scorching heat makes me even more dazed, but it is not as dazed as my mood. My master and the others are all rich people. I think of the big boxes that my master once took out at random.

I learned about Yun Shouping's paintings by chance when I went to college, but I didn't think much about them.

Uncle Li's words reminded me of this incident, and I suddenly felt that my master was really amazing! Even I don't feel safe now. Why? Tiger claws, a whole bunch of Qi Nan Shen is on my body.

, Oh, I also got a Tiancheng Yuanbao and got a discount of ten cents. Isn’t this a mobile treasury on the road? How can I still feel safe?

When I got home, I excitedly asked Master about this matter, but Master glanced at me and said lightly: "Don't think about these things. They are all left by your master and passed down to me from generation to generation."

Get down! You can use these magic weapons as you like, keep them as antiques and other things, and you won’t be able to touch them even if you starve to death."

At this time, I woke up from the surprise of having money. Yes, the things left by our master have more commemorative significance than money. As disciples and disciples, we can only enrich these things and let us have this time.

How can we take advantage of Pulse when we have more knowledge about it?

"Pack up your things and leave for Sichuan the day after tomorrow." The master didn't care about these things at all and casually changed the subject.

After my mentality changed, I became less caring than before and no longer thought about these things. So I asked: "Master, where are we going to Sichuan?"

"Nanchong." As he was talking, Master threw something to me. I took it and saw, isn't it the tiger claw that I have been separated from for 8 years?

"Finally, it has been warmed and nourished to remove dirt. Put it on and take good care of it. Don't touch it again until you can't set up a big formation and exorcise the soul. I won't touch it again."

"Yes." I am very happy. The day after tomorrow I can return to Sichuan, which I have always dreamed of.

Nanchong, Sichuan, is an ordinary city in Sichuan. The people who have lived here for generations are no different from other Chinese people. They work at sunrise and return at sunset. They are hardworking, responsible and kind.

If there is anything different here, it is that there are many legends about zombies, especially in Nanfang County, a county under Nanchong.

In 1990, an ordinary village in Nannan County.

Meng Dawei got up early this summer morning. It was not the busy season for farming, but he had to get up early just because the villagers wanted to dig up his father's grave today. As a son, he could not object and had to

It still feels a bit bitter to think about assisting everyone in their actions.

There was someone at home who got up earlier than him, and she was his daughter-in-law. After hearing Meng Dawei's movements, his daughter-in-law quickly filled a basin of wash water, twisted the handkerchief, and handed it to her man to wipe his face.

Sichuan men are famous for loving their wives. Normally, Meng Dawei's daughter-in-law Gao Yan would not like to serve Meng Dawei like that, but today is special. She has to treat her man more gently. After all, whose father's grave is going to be dug up, will he feel happy?

After wiping his face dully and briefly washing up, Meng Dawei sat in front of his house in a daze, looking at the bright sky at around 6 o'clock in the morning. He couldn't figure it out, why is it my dad? Who is the alchemist in the village?

Isn't that a mistake?

Gao Yan sighed and handed the hot red oil plain noodles to Meng Dawei. Thinking that her man was not happy today, she was cruel and put two eggs in the noodles. If she ate it, she would be in a better mood.

Is it better? Gao Yan thought so.

Meng Dawei took the noodles and began to eat, but after eating less than half of it, he sighed and put the noodles down again, without even touching the eggs in the noodles.

"Dawei, are you still in a bad mood?" Gao Yan took a small stool and sat down next to Meng Dawei. Her mother once taught Gao Yan that men should not let men keep their worries inside. If they keep it inside, their health will be bad.

If things go wrong, who can still support this family?

She felt the need to understand her man.

Faced with Gao Yan's question, Meng Dawei did not answer directly. He sighed and said in a low voice: "Have you prepared enough incense, candles, and paper money?"

"More, I bought it for more than 100 yuan. Dawei, you old man can understand your thoughts." Gao Yan held her man's hand and comforted her softly.

Meng Dawei's eyes turned red, and he quickly wiped it, and then said: "You say, how can it be my old man? If it is burned today, I will not even be able to worship my father in my life, but today I can

This is the last time, I really want to ask Taoist Yuan if he has figured it out, how can it be me, old man?"

"Dawei, I don't want it to be my father-in-law. Which village doesn't have this kind of thing? If you encounter it, you must deal with it! My father-in-law's grave was so cracked that not a single blade of grass grew around it, and there were people who heard it when passing by.

"I heard a strange noise, say hey." At this point, Gao Yan also sighed, and her heart was more filled with fear. Although she was the daughter-in-law of the Meng family, from the bottom of her heart, she had absolutely no feelings for her father-in-law.

She is afraid because her husband does not have as deep a feeling for her father.

From an emotional point of view, she felt that this was still a bit cruel, but from a more aspect, she still hoped that the matter would be settled as soon as possible.

Meng Dawei once again looked up at the bright sky and said in a low voice: "The sun must be very poisonous today. I'm afraid I won't be able to escape today, dad." Thinking of the sadness, Meng Dawei suddenly shed tears.

"Forget it, Dawei, let's eat noodles. We'll have to do strenuous work later." Gao Yan felt worried when she saw her man crying, so she could only hand the noodles to Meng Dawei and persuade him softly.

Meng Dawei took the noodles and ate them angrily. After a few bites, he raised his head and said fiercely: "If the coffin is opened today without any problems, I will ask Taoist Yuan to come to my house."

Set up ten banquets, apologize to me in front of the whole village, and give me three glasses of wine."

Gao Yan didn't speak. It seemed that her man still had such little hope, even though the characteristics were already so obvious. Her silence was just because she didn't want to break her man's hope, but she didn't think that what her man said could be realized.

After eating noodles, tidying up the house, and bringing things to worship, it was already 8 o'clock sharp. Gao Yan just said he would go out to have a look, but he didn't expect that several famous people in the village had already led everyone there.
Chapter completed!