The long-lost clattering sound sounded, and the zombie body that looked like a Taoist boy quickly collapsed, turning into a black smoke and shooting into Wang Jin's body.
Wang Jin's eyes immediately flashed with memories that did not belong to him.
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"What are the medicinal properties of Jiyin Flower?"
"The extremely yin flower is born in an extremely yin place. It is rare in the world and is extremely cold in nature. It can be supplemented with Shiyang bamboo leaves to suppress inner demons and restrain inner fire..."
"What are the medicinal properties of Iron Winged Golden Toad Feather?"
"The Iron-Winged Golden Toad is born in waters with abundant spiritual energy. Its feathers are used as medicine. It is mild and neutral in nature. It can warm and nourish the true energy, strengthen the body and nourish the vitality..."
The old man looked serious, and in front of him were children who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old. They were wearing large Taoist robes, covering their small bodies.
The old man asked, and the children answered obediently. If any of them couldn't answer or answered incorrectly, the old man would immediately and mercilessly beat the back of his hand with a thorn stick, leaving a bright red scar.
"I have remembered it all. There must be no sloppiness in refining alchemy. Even if there is one ten thousandth error, the elixir produced may become a highly poisonous medicine. You all know the properties of all medicines.
You must remember it for me without any deviation!"
The old man scolded these little Taoist boys extremely severely. Many of the little Taoist boys were already sobbing from the beatings. However, in front of this stern old man, they did not dare to cry and could only sob quietly and nod.
When the question and answer was over, the old man who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside called the little Taoist boys who had been punished one by one, squatted down, and applied an ointment on the backs of their hands that were red from being beaten with gentle movements.
It seems that he is afraid of hurting these little Taoist children again. After applying the ointment, he will personally wipe away the wet tears from the corners of the little Taoist children's eyes and whisper comfort.
To these little Taoist boys, the old man was both a strict teacher and a loving father.
However, as time passed day by day, one day, the originally kind old man's temperament changed drastically overnight, becoming cruel and arrogant, and would beat and scold them at every turn.
Until one day, the old man called a little Taoist boy alone and fed him a pill.
The memory after that is of chaos and a lot of dark and depressed emotions.
"The old man in the memory of this Taoist-looking zombie is the monster in the courtyard?"
After digesting the memory of the child zombie, Wang Jin rubbed his head and guessed the identity of the old man in his memory.
Obviously, the elixir taken by the little Taoist boy was the nine-turn evil elixir, and the old man was the monster in the courtyard who refined the elixir.
It was hard for him to imagine why the kind-hearted old man in the little Taoist's memory turned into the monster he is now.
Is the nine-turn evil elixir really so evil?
"Although this little Taoist boy is young, his memory is quite valuable..."
What kind of conspiracy is hidden behind the old man turning into a monster? Wang Jin is naturally not in the mood to explore it now.
Although Xiao Daotong was young, probably only eleven or twelve years old when he was alive, the value of the large amount of information in his memory was almost priceless.
That’s a lot of pharmacological knowledge, as well as spiritual plant cultivation techniques.
This is undoubtedly what Wang Jin lacks most today.
Although Wang Jin already had a prescription for refining the Purple Spirit Rejuvenation Pill, it would definitely not work if he only had the prescription without any knowledge of pharmacology.
The large amount of pharmacological knowledge now gained from this little Taoist boy's memory is indeed an unexpected surprise for Wang Jin.
However, Xiao Daotong's memory is still somewhat incomplete after all, and his pharmacological knowledge is not sufficient.
"According to the memory of this zombie, there are many little Taoist boys on this side peak. I wonder if they have turned into zombies. If they have turned into zombies, if I can hunt them down, I will
His pharmacological knowledge will definitely be enriched to a considerable extent..."
Thinking in his mind, Wang Jin did not forget the pages on the desk. He walked to the desk and took a quick look. He couldn't move his eyes away immediately.
"Qi-Building Pill is used by Foundation Establishment monks to increase their true energy and make up for the deficiency of energy and blood. The prescription is as follows: three liang of gentian flower, one liang of ginseng grass..."
"Elixir for increasing Qi!"
Wang Jin's eyes were shining. He was worried about how to replenish the zhenqi that was gradually being converted into gang energy in his body. This Qi-tonifying pill recipe was like giving him a pillow when he was drowsy!
He grabbed the thin piece of paper and wanted to pick it up and look at it carefully, but an unexpected scene happened. His fingers just touched the corner of the prescription, and that corner suddenly looked like clothing outside the house.
The rustle turned into fly ash.
"This elixir recipe has existed for too long and has become weathered! It cannot be touched!"
Wang Jin was taken aback and quickly took his hand back, not daring to touch the prescription anymore. He even deliberately suppressed his breathing. He cautiously approached and read the words on the prescription carefully.
After a long time, he memorized the elixir recipe intact in his mind, checked it over and confirmed that it was correct, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He felt relieved and went to look at other papers.
Soon, several more large characters that made Wang Jin's heart skip a beat came into view.
"Wan Lin Mu Yin Zhen Sutra".
This is a true book, the true book that Wang Jin has been thinking about with confidence, and the method of practicing Qi!
Wang Jin's breathing became rapid, but he was afraid that the paper recording the true practice method would be weathered by the touch like the previous pill recipe, so he did not dare to touch it, so he approached it cautiously and forcibly wrote down each word.
"What an unexpected surprise, what an unexpected surprise..."
For a long time, after writing down the contents recorded on the paper, Wang Jin murmured to himself in surprise, immersed in a huge surprise.
He didn't expect that the authentic book that he had been searching for for so many days would be found in such an inconspicuous place!
"This little Taoist boy is full of treasures..."
Wang Jin glanced at the ashes on the ground and felt that the little Taoist zombie that he had "crushed to ashes" was simply a boy who gave away money.
He immediately turned his gaze to the last page of paper left on the table, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Almost every one of the first few pages brought him a huge surprise.
So what is recorded on this last page?
Full of expectations, Wang Jin took a quick look and saw that there was not much writing on the last page of paper. Instead, there were a large number of complicated and difficult to understand patterns, which were completed in one go and connected with each other. They seemed to form some mysterious shape.
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At the bottom of that mysterious shape are three large characters.
"Returning Talisman".
This is the method of making talismans.
"Elixir recipe, talisman, authentic book..."
As he counted all the gains tonight, the joy on Wang Jin's face grew wider.