He unzipped the bag and poured the contents out.
With a few clangs, seven or eight big gold ingots poured out, shocking the group.
The large gold ingot was as thin as a cake and about the size of a baby's palm. It looked like it was plated with a layer of brass on the outside and was not the currency in circulation at this time.
"This ... This ..." The old coachman stammered.
"How is this possible?"
Song Changqing, who was sitting beside Daoist song, took a piece of the gold and looked at it carefully for a moment. Then he shouted, "
"Master, please take a look."
There was a mark on the gold ingot that said, "It was cast in the first year of wansheng, dajin.
"The first year of dajin's wansheng?"
Daoist priest song took a look and said, "
"The period of the Jin dynasty? Three hundred years ago?"
