My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 44 Five Ghosts
Clothes, silver, books, medicine, bottles and jars.

A bunch of things were scattered haphazardly on the table.

Even the small pile of silver and banknotes next to him couldn't bring him back to his senses.

Chen Mu stared blankly at the red leather bag inside the wooden box.

"Should have thought of it earlier."

There are ghostly spirits, magical artifacts, and naturally, there is also the pursuit of immortality and enlightenment.

The bag was a bit strange, not quite matching his fantasies about storage bags and Sumeru rings.

"I'll have to go see what the immortals look like sooner or later!"

Chen Mu quickly calmed his complicated emotions and looked away.

Close the wooden box and store it carefully. This is a treasure; we can't lose it.

But it's not advisable for him to try it now. After all, it sucks blood, which is a bit dangerous.

"Let's take a look at the spoils first!" Chen Mu put on sheepskin gloves.

I carefully placed a bunch of bottles and jars to the side, fearing they might contain poison.

Silver coins, banknotes, and other valuables were kept together.

After counting, it amounted to more than 433 taels.

"A windfall!" Chen Mu chuckled.

I threw the clothes into the wooden basin, intending to take them out and burn them later.

Chen Mu placed several books in front of him. He was interested in them.

Murdering someone to loot a secret manual—isn't that a standard trope in novels?

"It would be great if there were another manual on body shaping techniques."

Thinking this, Chen Mu picked up the top book.

The Compassionate Flower Manual.

"A treasure trove..." Chen Mu eagerly turned the pages.

He closed the book with a blank expression after reading only one page.

Then I looked at a few other books.

The Tale of the Flower Appreciation, The Tale of the Fox Demon...

"Using a treasure that can hold Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed to store a small imperial book... What a genius!"

After tossing a few books into the bamboo basket, Chen Mu casually picked up the last bright yellow scroll and tore it open.

If this were a banner with a stunning picture...

I won't look at anything with poor drawing skills!

The dense text immediately caught my eye upon opening it.

Chen Mu quickly looked at the title at the beginning—"The Thousand Mountains Classic: The Five Ghosts Moving Mountains".

This is... the shipment has been completed!
……

"So it was originally called the Five Ghosts Bag." Chen Mu carefully examined the scroll.

The content is all related to that red bag.

It begins with a passage of scripture of two or three hundred words.

The content is convoluted and difficult to understand, and the sentences are disjointed.

I recognize each character individually, but when put together they form a jumbled mess of characters.

The rest of the text describes how to make the Five Ghosts Bag.

The materials look rather unusual.

The main ingredient is the stomach of a toad.

This type of toad is called a rainbow toad. It is about the size of a fist, but its belly is surprisingly large and can hold a lot of things.

Those five little figures were even more bizarre, as they were transformed from ghostly creatures.

The production method is complex and inexplicable.

For example, after the Five Ghosts Bag is initially formed, it needs to be exposed to the sun for 72 days, the moon for 36 days, and then placed on a mountaintop to be exposed to the cold wind for 18 days on a night without stars or moon.

Once the bag is made, by manipulating the Five Ghosts Bag through the opening scripture, one can activate the wondrous technique of Five Ghosts Moving Mountains.

It can command the five ghosts to move, block, and kill enemies.

When the Five Ghosts Bag is refined to a high level, it is said to be able to move mountains.

As for how to refine it, just feed the bag with the flesh and blood of living beings.

"Not only does it suck blood... it also eats meat?!"

The art style is getting increasingly bizarre.

As for when the bag will be fully formed, the scriptures don't say. Chen Mu guesses it's probably just a hoax.

"The items are good, but how exactly are those scriptures used?"

That was basically just a jumble of over three hundred characters put together.

"It must be some kind of code," Chen Mu thought unwillingly.

To know the real content, you need to know the correct order of arrangement, or extract the words from them according to the pattern.

"This is troublesome." Chen Mu frowned: "This kind of secret is very likely to be passed down by word of mouth."

……

For three days in a row, Chen Mu pondered the strange scriptures while eating and sleeping.

Unfortunately nothing was found.

"Forget it, I'll figure it out slowly," Chen Mu said, resigning himself to his fate.

He has a skill proficiency cheat code; as long as he doesn't recklessly increase his strength, he'll continuously improve. Sooner or later, he'll be able to access extraordinary powers.

The Five Ghosts Moving Mountains is not the only one.

These past few days, I've been so engrossed in the scriptures that it's affected my potion-making skills. Chen Mu immediately put away the scroll and placed it, along with the Five Ghosts Bag, into a wooden box and hid it.

They only copied out those two or three hundred words of scripture separately.

I take a look at it whenever I have free time, just to give my mind a break.

……

Five days later.

Chen Mu handed a ping-pong ball-sized dumpling to Jie Jia.

"Taste it."

"What is this?" Jiejia brought it to his nose and sniffed.

A faint, sweet aroma mixed with the smell of medicine wafted into my nostrils.

"The Bigu Pill," Chen Mu said solemnly.

Jie Jia stared at Chen Mu expressionlessly without saying a word.

"It's actually just rice balls with added tonics, good for filling you up," Chen Mu shrugged and laughed.

Jie Jia nodded.

After more than half a month of research, relying on his newly advanced third-level pharmaceutical skills, Chen Mu finally managed to create the ancient version of compressed biscuits.

Jie Jia glanced at it twice, then curiously took a bite. He acknowledged Chen Mu's culinary skills.

The salty-sweet flavor made him slightly lift his eyelids.

"good."

"I'll give you some later," Chen Mu said with a smile.

"What is it?" Jie Jia asked calmly.

He knew this routine well. The scholar was only so attentive when he needed his help.

"Take a look at this." Chen Mu said dismissively, tossing a porcelain bottle to Jie Jia.

Jie Jia's heart skipped a beat.

Upon opening the porcelain bottle, a familiar aroma wafted out.

"You actually managed to replicate it?!" Jie Jia was slightly moved.

This stuff is a secret medicine monopolized by the Zhu Yi Pavilion. It's not that no one has tried to imitate or crack it, but no one has ever succeeded.

"It was a bit troublesome, but thankfully it was a success." Chen Mu chuckled.

Zhu Yige added a confusing drug to create an encrypted lock. Ordinary pharmacists couldn't come out.

Thanks to the third-tier pharmaceutical technique.

The breakthrough moment enhanced Chen Mu's sense of smell and taste, which allowed him to detect the flaw.

Zhu Yige mixed two useless drugs to produce an aroma very similar to that of another precious medicinal herb. Various test reactions were also largely identical.

It has misled countless counterfeiters.

"Ten pills a bottle, I'll give you eight ounces of it. Help me sell them, are you in?" Chen Mu tempted.

Jiejia has the strength and the channels, so he is not afraid of others coveting or spying on him.

Chen Mu only needed to focus on production, leaving all the troubles to Jie Jia, allowing him to make a steady profit.

"Two taels," Jie Jia said calmly as he negotiated the price.

It's bought by members of the Zhu Yi Pavilion; one bottle costs eight taels.

If you put it in the ghost market, a bottle would cost at least twelve ounces!

In order to make money, Jiejia became extremely ruthless in driving down prices.

"Too little, at least seven and a half ounces!" Chen Mu said with a reluctant expression, but secretly he was overjoyed.

Sanyang Liujun Pills may seem complicated, but the complexity lies in the process, while the raw materials are not expensive.

A single bottle costs at most one or two taels of silver; with mass production, the cost can be reduced to as low as half a tael.

After some back and forth, they finally settled on a price of six ounces per bottle.

The moment the deal was struck, both of them smiled simultaneously.

The old man and the young girl were like two foxes who had just stolen a chicken.

……

Market in the gathering area.

Chen Mu, wearing a straw hat, a vest over his shoulders, and carrying a bamboo basket, found Old Liu.

"I've prepared all the medicinal herbs for you; it took me a lot of effort." Old Liu handed Chen Mu a burlap sack.

Chen Mu didn't speak, opened the burlap sack, and took out the small cloth bags inside. He habitually checked them one by one.

He was terrified of being tricked by Jiejia.

After a while, Chen Mu stood up and tossed a cloth bag to Old Liu: "Thanks."

With this batch of medicine, he will not only make money, but his recovery will also be faster.

Old Liu squeezed the cloth bag, and a smile immediately spread across his face.

Chen Mu nodded, threw the burlap sack into the bamboo basket, and carried it away.

Just took two steps.

Several yamen runners carried a stretcher past.

There was also an acquaintance with him. That was Officer Lu.

Since the change of government in Qingshan County, Chen Mu has never gone to the yamen to draw up arrest warrants again.

I haven't seen this Constable Lu for a long time.

Chen Mu frowned slightly upon noticing the blood-stained gray cloth covering the corpse.

Another wild animal attack?

(End of this chapter)