"It's kind of interesting." Han Xu looked at the wound on his leg and narrowed his eyes.

He had just cut a five-centimeter wound on his leg with his own hands, but the strange thing was that the blood that was supposed to be flowing was so little that a mosquito couldn't eat enough. What's even more weird is that the wound has actually begun to scar slowly! This rate of self-healing......

"Little monk, what the hell is this?"

"Don't worry, does Master Han know how long this can of things lasts?"

"More than 1,300 years, the auction man said." Ye Qingyan said unexpectedly behind Han Xu, which startled him.

"Amitabha, so little monk can now be sure that this is a jar of thousand-year-old Bodhi seeds. Master Han, the value of this thing is immeasurable, you have found a treasure. The little monk smiled and put the clay pot on the table.

"Bodhi? Priceless? Han Xu raised his eyebrows. Let's talk about it. ”

"I'll show you something first." Zhikong reached into his arms and took out a porcelain bottle from it and handed it to Han Xu, "This is the Jiuyang Soul Protector Pill refined by my third uncle, one pill can make people invincible to all kinds of poisons, and at the same time, it can also quickly restore mana, and it has a good healing effect to stop bleeding, and it has a miraculous effect on internal injuries." And its main medicine is the bodhi seed produced by the three-hundred-year-old Bodhi Dharma tree. (The Bodhi seed that everyone often talks about is not actually produced by the Bodhi tree, but the fruit of the Bodhi tree, so don't be confused)

Regenerate mana? Han Xu's eyes lit up, he reached out and opened the bottle, and found that it contained seven or eight blue pills the size of cherries, and a stream of danxiang slowly came out of the bottle.

"Wait, isn't the fruit of the linden tree inedible?" At this moment, Ye Qingyan suddenly asked.

The little monk shook his head and said, "Miss Ye, what you are talking about is an ordinary Bodhi tree instead of a Bodhi Dharma tree, although the origin of the two is the same, but the effect is not the same. I don't know if you two know the saying that Bodhi is enlightened, but according to my master, each Bodhi Dharma Tree represents a Buddha who has attained the path under it, and the Bodhi Dharma Tree is the best proof of their existence in the world. ”

"It takes 200 years for a Bodhi tree to blossom and bear fruit, and another 200 years for the fruit to ripen. Mature bodhi seeds first appear purple, and then the color becomes darker every ten years, and only bodhi seeds that have matured for more than 300 years can be used in medicine. At this time, the appearance of the bodhi seed will gradually soften, and the brown markings on the original body surface will disappear. The fruit in this clay pot was the same as the description in terms of shape and smell, so the little monk dared to let Han Shizhu try it himself. Now it seems that the effect of this thousand-year-old Bodhi Seed is almost completely different from that of a three-hundred-year Child, but the most natural Bodhi Seed is more effective than the refined Jiuyang Soul Protecting Pill. ”

"Good stuff, good stuff indeed!" Han Xu closed the lid of the porcelain vase and handed it to Zhikong, then looked at the small clay pot with a green light in his eyes. "Labor and management are lucky."

"Hey, the surname is Han, be kind, this thing seems to be bought with my money." Ye Qingyan beat him dissatisfied. There's a lot of laughter in it.

"It's useless to ask for it. Now its surname is Han. Han Xu shook his head and smiled.

"Amitabha, Lord Han Shi's words are wrong." How did he think of Zhikong shaking his head and saying to Ye Qingyan: "This Bodhi seed is also of great value to ordinary people, it can make normal people deaf and bright, enhance memory, and maintain ...... appearance."

"Take care of your face!" Ye Qingyan's eyes instantly bloomed with a more dazzling light than when the nuclear bomb exploded, Han Xu and the little monk only felt a flower in front of them, and they were even a little dazed in their eyes, and when they came back to their senses, the clay pot had been tightly held in Ye Qingyan's arms, "Mine, mine, it's all mine!" ”

Han Xu: "......"

"Amitabha! Miss Ye doesn't have to be so excited. Although this bodhi seed is good, for ordinary people, you can only take one pill in your life. ”

“weishenme！？”

"Because this kind of Bodhi seed is too strong, not to mention the fruit of a thousand years, it is three hundred years, and it takes 10 years for ordinary people to take it to slowly absorb it, and once it is excessive, it will turn from a tonic to a poison in an instant. If Miss Ye wants to take it, she might as well take out two pills and soak them in water, when the two Bodhi seeds disappear completely, when will it be considered a complete merit. And this process ...... It will take at least fifty years. The little monk explained with a smile.

"Okay, don't hold it, I'll get you a teacup when I get back, brew four for you, and let you drink for a hundred years." Han Xu smiled evilly and took out the clay pot from her arms and put it on the coffee table.

"Go, go, it's annoying, can we still have a good time."

"What's the fun, goblin fighting?" Han Xu bared his teeth at Ye Qingyan, then ignored her punches and kicks behind his back, turned his head and said to Zhikong: "Little monk, if you don't have you today, I don't know what this thing is for ten years." It's all false, let's divide the account in five or five. ”

"Amitabha, the little monk thanked Master Han first." The little monk was not pretentious at all, nor did he have the hypocrisy of pushing back and forth even though he wanted it very much, but agreed very straightforwardly.

Han Xu admired his character very much, and there was no need to fix those vain things between friends. Useless!

"Master Han, although our cultivators are much stronger than ordinary people, you should also be careful not to take more than three pills in a day."

"Huh? why？ Han Xu was dumbfounded.

"This bodhi is an unrefined natural fruit, which contains powerful energy, and at the same time has a very strange quality that can make the eater become energetic. Once you take more than three capsules, you can go berserk at any time. The little monk said very seriously, "If I were the third uncle, he would be able to neutralize these negative situations through medicinal properties, but unfortunately he had already closed the dead pass eight years ago and has not yet come out." ”

"Forget it, three times is three times, it's better than nothing." Although a little depressed, Han Xu's ability to resist blows is comparable to Xiao Qiang, this little thing is a hair!

"The problem of the clay pot is solved, then, it's time to deliver on the promise." Han Xu said as he took out the palm-sized black box from his pocket and handed it to the little monk, "What I said is this." ”

When the little monk saw the 'swastika' character on the box, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Superior Magic Weapon!" The little monk first showed a little surprise at the quality of this small box, and then when he felt it carefully, the surprise had turned into shock, "How is it possible!" How could there be such a strong Buddhist wish on this magic weapon! Even my master doesn't have such a huge power of faith! Where did you get this box! "The little monk couldn't be calm anymore.

Han Xu knocked on the dark lattice under the clay pot, "As you can see." See, the box is hollow, and I'm very interested in what's inside. ”

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Emma, the author is the reincarnation of the second senior brother! The author slept until 12 o'clock! O God!

This is a manuscript that was rushed out in a hurry, counting the second update of 9.14.

In addition, by the way, the author should owe you six chapters instead of five, and yesterday counted one chapter less.

The time should be around the Mid-Autumn Festival~!

I'm going out this morning and try to get the first chapter of the day out before 10 o'clock.