Chen Fan picked up the book in his left hand, held the parchment scroll in his right hand, compared a few glances, and immediately understood that the following translation should be written by the monk Hongji, not only that, but he even rearranged the translated words, such as from top to bottom, from left to right, from right to left, and even obliquely, etc., but no matter how they were arranged, they were all some inexplicable sentences.

Chen Fan looked at the hieroglyphs translated by the Hongji monk with nearly a hundred permutations and combinations, and there were still some puzzling words and sentences, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, although he was very interested in the things on the parchment roll, but just from the Hongji monk used every word to reorganize it, you can know that the Hongji monk did not pay much attention to the content of the parchment scroll, the secret of this parchment scroll, if you want to decipher, it is not so simple.

Chen Fan pondered for a few seconds, put the book down, spread the parchment scroll with both hands, and checked its material to see if it had anything special, after all, in ancient times, many secret records and inheritances required special methods to be cracked, such as wordless heavenly books in the water, or fire, blood display, interlayer and other weird means.

Chen Fan is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and his knowledge of the material is no longer familiar, and the parchment roll on his hand is not peculiar except for degreasing and soaking it with antiseptic drugs.

But Chen Fan is not so arrogant that everything is in his cognition.

Then open the see-through eye to see if there is a sandwich in the parchment roll, or a special substance that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye.

After a few seconds, the different color in Chen Fan's eyes disappeared, and the only thing that could be determined about the parchment scroll in his hand was that the year was very old, and the words on it were made in the form of graphite and a knife, but despite this, the pictographs on it had become very blurred.

Chen Fan carefully put away the parchment scroll, this kind of ancient thing, if you want to study and understand, it is not an overnight thing, but he still kept an eye on it and memorized the contents of the parchment scroll in his mind.

Next, Chen Fan continued to look at the books left by the monk Hongji, and to his surprise, the monk Hongji actually collected more than ten unique books of Buddhism, all of them were Sanskrit originals, and they were old.

In addition to the Buddhist scriptures, the rest are all martial arts cheats, the reason why Chen Fan did not locate these books as martial arts cheats is because the content recorded in these books is some superficial foreign moves, including guns, sticks, knives, swords, fists, legs, etc., and most of them are incomplete.

It's not that these countless cheats are worthless, it's really what Chen Fan has learned, far more than the ordinary martial arts training path, and even the Tai Chi he learned is enough to complete the content recorded in these cheats.

It is not difficult to guess that these martial arts cheats were also 'robbed' by the monk Hongji.

However, among these cheats, there is a book that makes Chen Fan feel good, this cheats is about spear marksmanship, called Yang family marksmanship, there are not many moves in it, there are only nine moves in total, three of which Chen Fan still feels familiar, and under his recollection, he remembered that there was a person in the five ghost thieves in Jinxi who broke into the Chen family ancestral hall, and the moves in the book were similar, but what he made was obviously not authentic in this cheats.

The shot that the monk Hongji stabbed out in the cliff was a trick in the cheats, and the Hongji monk was able to choose this marksmanship to learn in so many cheats, which did not surprise Chen Fan, but he had a new doubt, that is, these dozens of cheats, even if they are all cultivated, at most they will achieve the way of the outside family, and they will definitely not be able to form the inner family exercises.

The strength of the Hongji monk, these cheats, are far from matching.

Chen Fan put away the books, his eyes moved to the other relics of Monk Hongji, he began to check them one by one, first of all, he checked dozens of different bottles, what made Chen Fan speechless was that in these bottles, in addition to a bottle of Qi Lifting Pill and Detoxification Pill and Bone Strengthening Pill, the others turned out to be ecstasy, poison and aphrodisiac!

It can be seen how many bad things Monk Hongji has done.

Chen Fan gathered these medicines together with some disgust, and destroyed them all with his true qi, although these medicines were valuable, but for him, there was a sense of guilt.

Destroying the medicine bottle, Chen Fan opened the boxes in front of him one by one, this time, Chen Fan got some useful things, the box was some precious medicinal materials from the previous year, several of them, even Chen Fan did not collect, it was an unexpected harvest, but these medicines have lost their activity and life, and naturally cannot be transplanted into the Purple Mansion.

Sorting these medicines into the Sumeru Ring, Chen Fan's eyes unexpectedly looked at an old red cloth pocket, because this red cloth pocket was pressed by boxes and books before, and it was inconspicuous.

Seeing the shabby red cloth pockets, Chen Fan subconsciously raised his eyebrows, because when he went down the mountain, there were several red cloth pockets in the cowhide bag that Saihuatuo gave him.

You know, in the past, red cloth pockets were generally re-dyed with nettle and cotton, which had a natural antiseptic and moisture-proof effect.

Chen Fan picked up the red cloth, felt heavy, opened the mouth sealed with cotton rope, and slightly lowered the mouth of the bag, only to hear the sound of a bang, but a jet-black stick holder and dozens of special bamboo sticks rolled out.

Chen Fan picked up the ink-black stick holder and was stunned for a moment, when he first saw the Hongji monk, he smiled like a laughing Buddha, plus a pair of ears that were different from ordinary people, and had a confused face, and the Hongji monk was playing with the stick holder to deceive people.

But the sticks and bamboo sticks in front of him are not the set of tools he uses to deceive people.

The ink-black stick holder was heavy in his hand, and Chen Fan couldn't tell what material it was made of for a while.

Not only that, but the inside and outside of the stick holder are carved with strange runes and patterns, which make Chen Fan feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Huh?"

The few remaining hexagrams in the lottery attracted Chen Fan's attention, because the content written on them was not about hexagrams, but obscure words and acupuncture points where true qi traveled to the body.

Chen Fan quickly looked at a few hexagrams, and then showed a hint of surprise, although the content of the hexagram was not connected, but he could be sure that the hexagram recorded an internal family cultivation method, and this internal family exercise was somewhat similar to the qi accumulation technique he practiced.

"Could it be that this is a Xuanmen exercise?"

Chen Fan couldn't help but be overjoyed, it was not surprising that the monk Hongji had been accepted as a registered disciple by Zhang Banxian and had practiced the Xuanmen exercises, but what Chen Fan couldn't understand was how these exercises could be recorded on the hexagram.

Chen Fan lined up all the hexagrams one by one, trying to get the correct order again, but he was surprised to find that the hexagrams did not have such an order as 'one, two, three, four', or 'A, B, C, D'.

In other words, if you want to get the complete exercises, you have to put in a little effort.

(End of chapter)