"Fanghu Mountain, what is it?" Lan Feng touched his chin and thought for a long time, his gaze resting on the red wooden box again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This wooden box is not large, and it can be completely held with two hands. But apart from the small hole in the middle of the three symbols, there is no gap in it.

"This thing looks like a box, but how can it not be opened?Strange, if what is written on the parchment is true, then there should be many magic weapons in this box!" Lan Feng glanced at the skeleton leaning against the stone wall again, after a long time of washing, the clothes on his body had already turned into black ash and were blown away by the wind.

Lan Feng now had no fear in his heart, and walked to the skeleton's side with a candle, his eyes rolling around, as if he was looking for something.

"If he is really a monk, it stands to reason that there should also be a storage bag, the magic weapon is something with aura, even if it is a low-level magic weapon, it is impossible to corrode it if it is not thousands of years. At this moment, his erratic gaze instantly froze and he squatted down.

In the direction of the dantian under the white bone umbilicus, a black round object can be faintly seen, lying inside.

Lan Feng groaned a little, out of respect for the deceased, he didn't take it directly with his hands, but first used a wooden stick to clean up the cobwebs wrapped between the bones, and then used his ghost hand to take out the black beads.

The bead was about an inch in diameter, but it was not heavy, light and fluttering, like foam.

"There is a saying in the cultivation world that when a monk cultivates to the Jindan period, a small Yuan Dan will be produced in the dantian. Cultivating Yuan Dan is to use the body as the furnace, essence and qi as raw materials, and use the gods to refine. Jindan will slowly grow larger with its own practice, and the Jindan Dao that Taoists often say means that if you cultivate the Jindan period, you can obtain the inheritance of the Great Dao, so as to break away from the six reincarnations and become immortals. Could it be that this black bead is the legendary golden pill?"

Lan Feng blinked vigorously, shook his head and said, "No, those immortal books I read in Shangshui Division have a lot of introductions about Jin Dan, and as far as I know, it should be golden." ”

Puzzled, he put the black beads into his sleeve and wiped them, and slowly, the beads had a slight luster, but they were not gold-like gold, but gray-gold.

He became more and more confused, his brows furrowed, and he carefully recalled all the introductions to Jindan.

In an instant, as long as there was a slight connection with Jin Dan, it all surged into Lan Feng's mind like a tide.

In the end, in a booklet without a book cover, I found a statement similar to this bead.

The pamphlet mentions a kind of Yuan Dan, saying that after the monk dies, if he is angry, the aura in his body will all gather in the dantian when he is dying, forming a spirit pill. Normally, if a cultivator's cultivation reaches a bottleneck and stagnates, he can eat this pill, and his cultivation will grow wildly.

A short paragraph, a hasty introduction, and no follow-up. Lan Feng's expression was complicated, he groaned a little, and still put the beads into the colorful rope.

"That book doesn't even have a book cover, maybe it was written and played by some boring monk, the elixir of resentment, this name is not a good thing when you hear it. In the immortal books written by many famous monks, it has been repeatedly emphasized that the golden pill is made of essence and spirit, which exists in the dantian and cannot be taken out. If a monk above the Jindan stage dies, then the Jindan will also disappear with the soul, where will there be a chance for people to pick it up? I could think that this is the Jindan just now, but I am really confused. ”

Lan Feng shook his head with a wry smile, and said to himself: "Maybe that bead is some other magic weapon, and it won't hurt to put it away." However, if he was really a monk, how could he not have any magic weapons......?

He glanced at the strange red wooden box again.

"Could it be that this senior put everything in here before he died?" Lan Feng frowned, put the candle on the ground, and carefully observed the lines on it.

In the end, no clues were found that could be opened. He sighed lightly, sat on the ground, looked at the small round hole in the middle of the box, shook his head and said to himself: "It seems that this wooden box has similarities with the wooden box that my eldest brother gave me." ”

Thinking of this, his expression moved, and he took out the spirit stone key given to him by his eldest brother from the colorful space, and inserted it into the round hole of the wooden box.

However, a key and a lock, although they are all round, the keyhole on the wooden box given to him by the eldest brother is made of spirit stone, and this keyhole cannot be made of spirit stone. After all, not everyone can carve such a complex pattern from an incomparably hard spirit stone.

Lan Feng's expectant eyes dimmed again, threw the spirit stone key into the multicolored rope, and observed the keyhole of the wooden box again, but the keyhole that was not large was completely pitch black in this dimly lit cave, and he couldn't see anything.

The more this happened, the more curious Lan Feng became, picked up the wooden box, his heart moved at will, and he came to the colorful space.

The colorful space, at this time, is daylight, although it is not as bright as in real life, but compared to the faltering candlelight of the cave, it is already very good.