In addition to the talisman, there were two more items.
The little monk who was fishing ran back to give them to him.
One was the magical treasure bag that the little monk carried with him, and the other was a segment of finger bone from that broken hand.
"It's no big deal to just snap off a segment; I won't die. This bag is my lifebound magical treasure, and you should take it. It might be useful, you never know."
After saying this, the little monk carried away the 200-pound fish like he didn't recognize his own family and was harvesting a bountiful crop.
He wandered aimlessly, getting lost every three steps, spinning in circles when he met people, and asking for directions with his butt.
Zhang Ze, "..."
Li patted Zhang Ze's shoulder, looking like someone who had been there and done that, "You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it; people who fish are all like this."
...
After finishing at the Buddhist Sect, Zhang Ze and Li returned to the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.
