"Hmm, how can such a small box look so much like something from Shaolin?" Zhao Ming took the box and looked at it, and there were a few Sanskrit words on it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhao Ming had seen such a box, and the box used to wash the marrow pill that Xuan Ci handed over to him before was exactly the same as this one, so Zhao Ming felt that this was a Shaolin thing at a glance.

Zhao Ming received the lesson of the last time, put the box on the table, and picked the box open with a centering stick far away, but the box did not respond after a long time.

"It seems that this box has already been opened, yes, how can this bandit leave it without looking at it. Zhao Ming walked to the tribute table, picked up the box and looked at it.

"Hmm, what kind of elixir is this?" Zhao Ming didn't see the label, but there was a label the last time the box was opened.

Zhao Ming leaned his nose up and sniffed it, and Zhao Ming sensed a problem when he smelled it.

As soon as he entered Zhao Ming's body, Zhao Ming instantly felt that the internal force in his body was involuntarily running.

Zhao Ming felt that the situation was wrong, and hurriedly held his breath and covered the box with a 'snap'.

"Whew...... The effect of the medicine is so good......" Zhao Ming put the box on the table and hurriedly crossed his knees, and it took half a day before he calmed down the rampant internal force in his body.

In fact, this can't be blamed on the medicinal properties of this elixir, in fact, Zhao Ming's internal force cultivation realm has already reached the peak of the second-rate, but he has always felt that his foundation is not stable enough, and his ascension speed is too fast, so he has been controlling the realm at the peak of the second-rate realm for a long time.

But this time, I didn't bother to ask, the medicinal fragrance of this elixir actually lured the internal force suppressed in his body all of a sudden, and it would take Zhao Ming so long to suppress it again.

Zhao Ming let out a sigh, got up and patted his buttocks.

"Hehe, it's not that it's not for nothing, at least this internal force is more refined, and it seems that I'm not far from a breakthrough. Zhao Ming gently ran his internal force and thought happily.

In fact, he didn't know that the boss lady asked him to brew it at the beginning, but he felt that his internal force was improved by external force, and it should not be pure, but he didn't expect Zhao Ming to compress and quench the internal force all the time, until now it is almost atomized.

The internal force of ordinary people is like gas, flowing in the body like a virtual thing, but I didn't expect Zhao Ming to compress the internal force so pure.

Zhao Ming picked up the pill on the table.

"It seems that this is Shaolin's Great Returning Dan, I used to always hear them say in the temple that the Great Returning Dan is the treasure of Shaolin's town temple, I didn't see it before, I don't know, today it's a sight, it's really powerful. Thinking of this, Zhao Ming carefully took Da Huan Dan into his arms.

In fact, Zhao Ming missed the medicinal power of the Great Returning Pill, the medicinal power of the Great Returning Pill is actually inferior to the original Purifying Pill, but this Great Returning Pill is only helpful to the improvement of the realm, so it is rumored to be so miraculous, if the medicinal power is really so powerful, it would have been eaten by the bandit leader himself, then it would have been left to him.

Zhao Ming calmed down his excitement and looked at the third thing.

"Hmm, why is it a Shaolin thing?" Zhao Ming picked up the third thing, this is a white crystal, if others see it may not be familiar, according to Zhao Ming has seen it a few times in Shaolin's Dharma Hall, which was originally enshrined under the statue of the Dharma Patriarch.

"How can this thief have relics?" Of course, the relics in Zhao Ming's mouth are not the relics of the ancestor of Bodhidharma, Bodhidharma cultivates the three divine skills of Vajra, Yijin Sutra, and Washing the Pulp Sutra, and the body is not rotten after his death, and has always been enshrined, and those relics are said to be left by Bodhidharma's disciples.

Zhao Ming picked up the relics, in fact, Zhao Ming is not what is the use of this thing, it may just be just a sustenance, it is enshrined by Shaolin, but how can it be here.

"The three things are all from Shaolin, could it be that this guy has something to do with Shaolin?" Zhao Ming couldn't help but think about the guy who fell to the ground, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh.

"What do you want to do so much, anyway, I've already judged Shaolin now, even if he has anything to do with Shaolin, it's my business! Besides, after so many years of Shaolin, how can I be the only one who has betrayed the temple, maybe people are even more desperate, and they just steal things and betray the temple again? hehe......"

Why didn't you think about it anymore, after all, this has little to do with him, if you are still a disciple of Shaolin, maybe you will take these things back, maybe you can exchange some merit points, but now you can't fight with him, and it has nothing to do with it.

Zhao Ming received the relics into his arms, although this thing seems to be useless, but since Shaolin is so solemn to enshrine it, maybe it will be of any use in the future.

Zhao Ming took a look, and there was nothing on the table except for the previous copy of "Iron Fist".

Zhao Ming took the iron fist into his arms, although he may not necessarily cultivate him, but maybe he can take a look at it when he has time in the future.

After looking at this small secret room, there was nothing left in it that could make you own (except for a few large boxes).

This secret room was already unobstructed, Zhao Ming carefully knocked all the bricks again to prevent any omissions, and finally set his eyes on the three boxes under the offering table.

"Now let the little monk see what is in here. Although Zhao Ming knew that it must be some money, he didn't know whether it was gold, silver or jewelry.

Zhao Ming opened the boxes one by one, and Zhao Ming was surprised once that he didn't open a single one, and then he was even more shocked.

"So much gold, where did you get so much gold? The villagers around here shouldn't be so rich, right?" Zhao Ming felt that the situation was wrong, thought about it, and quickly took out a gold ingot from the box and turned it over, and sure enough, as Zhao Ming expected, the words of the government were printed squarely on the back of the gold ingot, this is out-and-out official silver, no, it should be said that it is official gold.

Zhao Ming was a little shocked in his heart, but he suddenly became decadent, originally because he was a little excited to see so much gold, but now he actually found that it was all official gold, this is not to make himself distressed, he is now a five-grade head catcher, if he uses official gold openly, how bad the image will be!

Suddenly, Zhao Ming thought that there were so many official silver, and it was all gold, and it should not be in a small place, and there would be some official silver in the normal prefect's mansion, and it was impossible for gold to be placed in those small places, and it would not be distributed to the bottom but stored when it was made.

Zhao Ming hurriedly walked over and turned the head of the bandit who was lying on the ground.

"Hmm, this .......," Zhao Ming thought for a moment and took out the abstract portrait that the proprietress had given him when he left the capital from his arms.

I felt that there was still a slight resemblance between this person and this painting.

Zhao Ming's decadent mood just now suddenly became much better.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't want to plant flowers and flowers, and I didn't intend to plant willows and willows! Haha, it's just a blind cat encountering a dead mouse, ahhhh......hhh

The first thing is that Zhao Ming first took out this guy's arms, this is his habit, he has never let go of the opportunity to make a fortune.

A few silver tickets and a pile of broken silver.

"Hmm, what is this?" Zhao Ming pulled out a token from this guy's arms.

He took the light of the candle in his hand and looked at it.

"Yipintang" turned over and looked at "Li Yanzong?"

"No, isn't Li Yanzong pretending to be Murong Fu?Is there really such a person as Li Yanzong in Yipintang?" Zhao Ming was also shocked by his discovery, but then Zhao Ming seemed to think of something.

"Hehe, if I hand over this guy to the Great Song Dynasty, will Murong Fu still be able to mix in Yipintang with the image of Li Yanzong? It's fun to think about it......" Zhao Ming felt that the real Li Yanzong in his previous life should not have been discovered by outsiders, and then Murong Fu mixed in Yipintang with the image of Li Yanzong, otherwise with Murong Fu's current appearance, how could he use an unfamiliar identity to mix in Yipintang with such a high identity.

Zhao Ming put the standing card into the arms of the corpse from the new, which was all prepared to be handed over to the imperial court together, of course... and the three boxes of official gold.