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With mixed feelings, Luo Zhuang was still a little uneasy when he picked up the book "Zhenyue Chan Gong" from under the table the day before yesterday.

"Zhenyue Chan Gong" is a thin, thread-bound book with traditional Chinese characters and handwritten text.

However, Wu Da, the thirteenth leader of Songgou Mountain, didn't have very good handwriting. Luo Zhuang felt that his handwriting was even worse than his own. The characters on the book were all crooked and messy, showing a chaotic and unrestrained style.

Fortunately, at least I can understand it.

Luo Zhuang opened the cover, turned to the first page, and the first thing he saw was the word "General Outline".

These two words slightly intimidated Luo Zhuang, who feared that what followed would be something like "The way of Heaven is to take from those who have more and give to those who have less."

Fortunately, he understood the main text immediately upon reading it.

I was born with great strength, but I am still an ordinary person. Later, I became a monk and chanted Buddhist scriptures. Gradually, I gained some enlightenment, and my strength increased. Now, no one I encounter on or off the mountain can defeat me.

I couldn't understand Buddhist scriptures, so I had to carefully ponder the reason why my strength had increased. After obtaining this martial art, I asked the scholar to give it a name, which was called "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu".

I later realized that if I really wanted to develop my strength, I wouldn't need to recite Buddhist scriptures; I just needed to figure out the principles of Taoism.

Fortunately, otherwise I would have had to prepare a Buddhist scripture to compile this martial arts manual, which would have been such a damn hassle!

Seeing this, Luo Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, good, that's good. At least understanding it won't be a problem!

He immediately turned to the next page and began to read carefully. The main text of "Zhenyue Chan Gong" was indeed written in the same vernacular style, explaining how to do each movement, what to think in your mind while doing the movements, or how not to think about anything at all.

And when you're controlling your mind, you need to know how to breathe, where to direct your energy, how to coordinate all aspects, and how to avoid making mistakes, and so on.

Wu Da's handwriting wasn't very good, and the little figures he drew were also quite simple, but fortunately everything was clear and straightforward, so Luo Zhuang could understand it at a glance and just follow along.

These things are simple when taken apart, but putting them together is not so easy.

Luo Zhuang read through the entire book "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu," then turned to the first page, placed it on the front desk, and began practicing according to the movements and key points on the page. However, he found that even though his movements were correct, his breathing couldn't keep up. Even when his breathing was correct, he couldn't channel his energy. Even when he could channel his energy, he couldn't concentrate and his thoughts were out of sync.

Take your time... take your time...

He secretly reminded himself to first pack up Gan San Niang's things, and then calm down and seriously train.

First, there's Gan San Niang's knife and the red cotton lasso.

He pulled out the knife and glanced at it; the blade was badly chipped, and he had no idea how many people it had killed.

He also carefully examined the rough parts of the lasso and found occasional dark red stains, wondering if they were bloodstains that hadn't been washed off.

He really is a fierce person!

Luo Zhuang mentally assessed the situation and locked both weapons in a closet in his room.

Then there were the two boxes, which were also placed in his own room.

The rectangular box was opened, revealing a set of porcelain, a set of wood carvings, a scroll painting, and a piece of silk fabric embroidered with a pattern.

Upon opening the long box, Luo Zhuang immediately saw the set of porcelain and wood carvings, each piece shaped like a tiny human figure, with lifelike movements, which was quite an eye-opener.

When the scroll and silk fabric are opened, they also contain paintings of little figures, painted clearly and meticulously, with every detail rendered in perfect detail. Moreover, there are explanatory texts on the side of the scroll.

This is undoubtedly the most prized item in Gan San Niang's dowry.

Luo Zhuang glanced at it several times before suppressing his desire to examine it carefully. He thought that he should focus on his cultivation now, and there would be plenty of opportunities to examine it later. He then closed the box.

I never imagined that people in ancient times were so amazing! Aunt Wang said that young people nowadays know how to have fun, but upon closer comparison, I think people in ancient times really knew how to have fun, right?

Is this item valuable for studying the lives of deceased people? If I take it to the antique market, I should be able to sell it for a lot of money, right?

As he closed the box, Luo Zhuang thought to himself that he planned to visit the Songxian Bridge another day.

To be honest, he's lived here since he was a child and had heard of the reputation of the Songxianqiao Antique Market in Qingyang District, Chengdu, but he had never been there. Now that he has the opportunity, he can finally go and broaden his horizons.

After carefully storing away Gan San Niang's most treasured possessions, Luo Zhuang opened another box, inside which were neatly stacked silver coins, each with a character tattooed on it.

Besides this, there was also a piece of mutton fat jade pendant, white and translucent with rounded edges. It was indeed extraordinary and looked very valuable.

Luo Zhuang held it in his hand and tried it out. He didn't feel anything, so it should be an ordinary jade pendant.

However, it is true that this thing is only worth six system coins. How can it be compared with the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch, which is worth five hundred system coins?

Gan San Niang chose to go all in, and even with all her belongings combined, she could only stay here for 356 days, not even a year. Hua Heng Yue, on the other hand, only needed one Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch to stay for a year and a half.

The gap during this period is not small.

When we go to Songxian Bridge, we should bring this jade pendant with us and see how much it can sell for.

Luo Zhuang had made up his mind. He moved the mutton-fat jade pendant and a piece of silver with a fine texture to the long box at the bottom of the chest, and then closed the box containing the silver.

He didn't plan to sell all the silver for the time being. He thought that since it had something tattooed on it, he might be mistaken for an antique. So he decided to take a piece first and bring it to Songxian Bridge to test the waters.

After putting everything away, Luo Zhuang left his room, locked the door, and went back to the main hall to practice the first movement of the "Zhenyue Chan Gong".

He practiced for a while according to the book, working up a sweat, until he finally mastered the key points of one movement. He felt a surge of energy within his body, which felt incredibly comfortable.

As he finally got into position perfectly, he felt the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch in his pocket radiate warmth, which resonated with the Qi within his body, nourishing him and making him feel increasingly comfortable.

Is that even possible?!

A chemical reaction actually occurred between the Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu and the Crimson Pearl Medicine Pouch?!

Good thing!

Luo Zhuang was overjoyed, but then he couldn't help but think: If that's the case, would it be possible to improve Hua Hengyue's physical condition if I gave her the "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu" and let that girl practice it together?

As he pondered this, Luo Zhuang's expression grew strange.

I just mentioned that Lin Daiyu uprooted a willow tree, and later Hua Hengyue picked out a book to read and chose "Water Margin". Now a new customer has come to the shop and brought over a book on powerful martial arts researched by a monk.

What else is there to say?

It's fate!