The Monk

Chapter 36 Auction

Zhang Pa was very worried that his uncles would ask questions. If they continued to ask, he would have to explain all the protective magic weapons, refining cauldrons, and alchemy cauldrons one by one. He watched the reactions of several people with trepidation for a long time, but did not see the angry faces he imagined, and the stone in his heart was slightly relieved.

After understanding the so-called truth, Zhenyi was not interested in talking to this nephew, and whispered: "You are lucky, and it can be regarded as the luck of Tianlei Mountain. After returning to the mountain, I will report to the head of the sect and find a master for you. You will be officially enrolled in the sect. You must practice diligently in the future." When it comes to practicing, Zhenyi is discouraged and does not want to talk about it anymore. He has become a Qi Refining disciple, so what qualifications does he have to persuade others? Thanks to the accumulation of wealth over the years, and thanks to the care of the headmaster and Senior Brother Zhentian, otherwise... Zhenyi didn't dare to think about it anymore, and waved his hand and said, "You go."

Zhang Pa obeyed the order and went out. Before leaving, Taoist Zhenkong said, "Don't go far. Join us at the auction tomorrow. If you like anything, I still have some spiritual stones." The implication was that as long as it was not too expensive, I could give you one.

Zhang Pa turned around and bowed, "Thank you, uncle." He was really grateful to Uncle Zhenkong.

It was so easy to deceive the four uncles, and I couldn't believe it even after walking a long way. If the uncles followed up and asked about the words just now, they would definitely find out what was concealed. If it was just to punish himself, it would be fine. What if they knew about the existence of the spiritual ginseng doll... The consequences would be absolutely unimaginable. Zhang Pa had to pray not to be discovered and pray that the uncles would stop asking questions. Fortunately, most of the immortal cultivators are selfish, and they rarely care about anything except their own cultivation.

The next morning, Zhang Pa came to the uncle's tent and sat in meditation until almost noon, when Zhenyi and others came out of the tent. Zhenmu put away the tent casually, and several people walked towards the market.

At this time, a huge tent appeared out of thin air in front of the market. There were disciples from the three major sects guarding the door, and many people lined up to enter. No need to ask, this is the venue of the auction.

Zhenkong walked in front, took out five spiritual stones and handed them to the gatekeeper disciple. Other gatekeeper disciples presented five cloaks with masks, and Zhang Pa took them diligently. Zhenmu took one, shook his hands and put it on, tightly wrapped from head to toe, and no identity mark could be seen. It turned out to be used to hide the identity. When the uncles put on the cloak, I put it on myself, and it felt very fun.

Entering the tent, it was extremely spacious, and there were crowds of people inside, at least thousands of people. So many cultivators gathered together, which opened Zhang Pa's eyes. It was difficult to distinguish their identities just because they were wearing cloaks.

Although there were thousands of people in the tent, it was silent. No one talked at all. They stood still and were very indifferent. This was a unique wonder of the immortal cultivators. After a while, a bell rang in the tent, and a round stone platform floated in the middle of the crowd. In the middle of the platform, a small display stand more than one person high was built. A figure emerged from the crowd, jumped onto the round platform, clasped his fists around, and said loudly: "Thank you fellow Taoists for your respect and for coming all the way to this auction. Without further ado, the auction will start now. Everything will follow the old rules. The seller will negotiate with the servo disciples around him, and the buyer will buy according to the price. We will charge half of the management fee, and no fee will be charged if the transaction fails."

As soon as the voice fell, a dozen servo disciples in white robes walked in from outside and dispersed into the crowd. They did not wear masks, and there were large numbers printed on the front and back of their clothes. At this time, many stone benches rose in the open space of the tent, dividing the tent into different areas of the same size. Everyone chose seats and sat down, and the servo disciples scurried between the seats.

The man on the stage was also not wearing a mask. He was wearing a green hunting shirt, with long hair scattered behind his shoulders, and his face was a little ferocious. Zhang Pa and others were sitting near the door. Zhenkong introduced in a low voice: "This man is Duanmu Leng, the elder of Lingshan Sect, an alchemy master. He has taken all kinds of spiritual medicines in his life. His cultivation is unfathomable. It is said that he has reached the high level of the Jindan stage." At this time, someone in the crowd below the stage had greeted the white-clothed servant disciple, whispered for a while, and handed the disciple a storage bag. After the disciple checked it, he walked to the central round platform, took out the items in the bag, and put it on the display stand. The first auction item was presented in front of everyone. A palm-sized black iron plate stood on the display stand, asking everyone to bid. The servant disciple introduced loudly: "An ownerless magic weapon, the black iron plate, is extremely hard, and has miraculous effects in both protection and attack. It can be used by cultivators below the Jindan stage. It starts at 2,000 spirit stones. Please bid." Some people in the crowd were surprised. Black iron plate? Isn't that the life magic weapon of the wandering scholar He Tietou? It is said that He Tietou has Jindan cultivation. Could he have been killed? The people in the audience were talking quietly. They were not really concerned about He Tietou, but were a little surprised at his death. What was even more surprising was that someone had killed him and dared to sell magic tools.

The magic tools could be used without an owner, but no one wanted to buy them and bring trouble to themselves. The wandering scholars were a very strange group of people, and they would not offend them if they could.

After shouting three times in a row, the item was sold. The servant disciple put away the black iron plate and returned it to the original owner. Someone in the audience said loudly: "May I ask which master took He Tietou's magic weapon? Can you tell me whether he is alive or dead now?" The person who was auctioning the item was not afraid. He said loudly: "I don't know what magic weapon this is, nor do I know He Tietou. I picked it up by chance when I passed by Jinshui Lake. If you are an old acquaintance of the owner, just take it away." The person who spoke earlier smiled and said: "I am not a robber. Since it is your item now, it is still yours. Please continue the auction, Mr. Duanmu." After a short interlude, a servant disciple put a round bead on the display stand. There was a faint green gas on the surface of the bead. The disciple said: "One demon beast Tongling Yuan demon pill, starting from 5,800 spirit stones, please bid."

The psychic ape is a mid-level monster, the same level as the red wolf. The cultivation stages of monster beasts are different from those of humans. For the sake of convenience and to show their supreme dominance, humans classify monsters as objects, just like charms or jade, ranging from the first to the ninth grade from low to high. The psychic ape and the red wolf are both third-level monsters. The strength of the monsters in adulthood is comparable to the high-level realm of human immortal cultivators in the foundation-building stage.

Although the Psychic Ape Demon Pill is not too precious, it is attractive enough to monks below the Foundation Establishment stage. If you really want to buy it, you raise your hand and call for a price. In just a short time, the price exceeded 10,000 yuan, doubling the price. Zhang was a little surprised. The inner elixir of a third-grade demonic beast could be sold at such an expensive price? How much would the giant pig inner elixir in his luggage, similar to that of a master at the elixir formation stage, be sold for?

The audience bid wildly, and the demon pill was finally sold for 34,500 spirit stones. Zhang Ping finally had a slightly clearer idea of ​​how expensive elixirs were.

Shinichi didn't take the photo. He didn't want to use up all the spiritual stones as soon as the auction started. What if there were still treasures later?

The auction continued, and various things that could not be seen in the market were displayed one by one. There were indeed a few things that made Zhang Wen's heart move. Some people sell black iron stones, silver gang stones, and shaped iron essences. The audience immediately went crazy. These materials are necessary for cultivating magic weapons, especially iron essence, which can be used for many purposes, such as refining jade bottles. Jade is brittle and fragile. After adding iron essence, the jade bottle will become harder. More than iron, it is comparable to a protective magical weapon.

The price of these items can easily reach over five thousand spirit stones. Zhenhuan sighed and said, "There are so many rich people." Zhenmu said, "Just wait, we can't accept it if it's less than ten thousand." Sure enough, as he said, the black iron stone was sold at the price of 20,000 spiritual stones, and the Yingang stone was sold at the price of 20,000 spiritual stones. Thirty-two thousand spiritual stones were sold, and Tie Jing sold fifty-eight thousand spiritual stones.

Zhang Ain looked at the three ores on the stand. The black iron stone was the largest, the size of a child's head, the silver gang stone was the size of a fist, and the iron essence was the smallest, only the size of a walnut. He felt very itchy in his heart. He really wanted to sell some herbs in exchange for three pieces of ore and practice the weapon refining spell, but with his uncle accompanying him, there were too many secrets that they could not know, so he had to endure the desire and look at it with greed.

In this way, all kinds of treasures were auctioned, and the auction lasted for two days and was not over yet. The serving disciples are obviously much more relaxed than the first two days, and there is no need to rush around. Taoist Zhen grabbed some herbs, all of which had ordinary effects of replenishing vitality and replenishing qi. He was extremely disappointed.