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Chapter 147 [I am a boy in this mountain](2/2)

Chen Daolin swam over hard and hugged the thing... it was not big, and from the outline, it seemed like a jar or something. Although it was a bit heavy, under the water, it was not too difficult to have the help of the buoyancy of water.

Chen Daolin held the thing in one hand, then touched the rope and struggled to move upstream. After a while, he rushed out of the water and put the thing in his arms on the shore first, then turned over and rolled up, lying there to breathe immediately.

When the breath was breathing evenly, Chen Daolin sat up happily and began to receive his spoils.

The thing caught under the water is indeed a jar.

But it is crystal clear all over, like porcelain and jade. When you look in front of you, it seems to be translucent. It emits a faint light and is full of brilliance. It looks like a treasure at first glance.

What made Chen Daolin trouble was that the jar was mouthless and sealed!

Such a baby, but I don’t know what is hidden inside. How to open a mouthless jar?

He moved it up and looked up and down, and then saw a word called him speechless at the bottom of the jar.

The iron-painted silver hook in this character makes people praise it:

"fall"!!

Brother Daling was silent.

Such a colorful jar must be a very precious treasure!

Just fell like this?

He couldn't help but complain to the senior Taoist priest in his heart, picked it up and walked back a few steps, took a deep breath, and smashed it down on the ground with both arms.

With a thud, the altar was broken and split into pieces. Chen Daolin felt a little painful in his heart. He quickly climbed down and carefully collected the fragments. These things were treasures at first glance, but they were reluctant to throw them away.

And the things in the jar finally showed their appearance.

A small jade slip looks black or white. If you look at the appearance of jade, it is far from comparable to the jade statue of the Sanqing Daozun in the cave outside.

A small piece, the size of a soap, can be held in the palm of your hand.

In addition to the jade slip, it is a silk book.

Without hesitation, Chen Daolin picked up the silk book and held it carefully in his palm - this kind of thing did not rot. I think the magic of that senior Taoist priest was indeed a bit amazing.

After carefully opening the first page, the silk book clearly stated this sentence in thick ink:

"I am a child in the mountain, and a god dreams of a hundred thousand years."
Chapter completed!
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