The Monk

Chapter 531 Auction News

Take out the animal carcasses from the storage bag. For large ones, one animal occupies one pit. For small ones, two or three animals occupy one pit. Then they are buried and planted back into the turf.

Burying was a little more troublesome. It was already noon the next day when all the beasts were buried. There was a small pit in front of him. He held the fawn in his hand and said softly: "I'm sorry." He slowly put it into the pit and began to fill it with soil. It was his fellow deer, buried together.

After burying all the dead beasts, two drops of water spirit were lit, exploded, and turned into billions of raindrops falling on the mountain forest. The trees, grass, and mountain flowers became more energetic, vibrant and green at this moment.

There are no graves among the woods, it's just flat mountain land with some weeds and wild flowers growing there. It's not obvious that there are thousands of dead animals buried underneath. Zhang Wei stood silently at the foot of the hillside for a long time, then turned and left. He wants to leave the mountain. He decided to be a villain for once.

There are countless mountain roads in Shiwanda Mountain, but there are only eighteen main ones. Zhang Ping chose the north mountain road. After running all the way, I walked out of the mountains after one month. Outside the mountains are tens of thousands of acres of fertile farmland. Several roads separate the fertile fields into patches, and there are many criss-crossing roads.

This is another country, the Yan Kingdom, which is about the same size as the Yue Kingdom, but has very few cultivation sects. It is also one of the former enemies of Shiwandashan.

If there are cultivators, there will be markets, and if there are businesses, there will be auctions. Zhang Ai found Shangji half a month later, restrained his aura and disguised himself as a Danjie monk to discuss matters with the person in charge. His method was simple, he took out a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and asked for it to be auctioned.

I wonder who wouldn’t be jealous of such treasures? Of course the merchant agrees. Zhang Wen took advantage of the situation and made a second request. He said that he knew the whereabouts of the remnants of the Hongguang Inn and hoped that the information could be auctioned together.

The auction house was not planning to agree, but Zhang Ping said: "This news will only make a profit but not a loss. If the auction fails, the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum money will be lost."

The merchant thought about it, who in the world didn't know that Longhu Mountain had a grudge against Hongguang Inn, and always wanted to eradicate the remnants of Hongguang. This news should not be difficult to sell, so he agreed and asked Zhang for the details of the information.

Zhang Ai refused and said: "This news is very expensive and very confidential. I can't tell anyone except the buyer. Please forgive me."

The merchant quit: "This is because he doesn't trust us." Zhang was afraid of negotiating terms in another way: "You have a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in your hands, what are you afraid of? If the news can't be sold, can I give up the Ganoderma lucidum?"

Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, why don’t you just say you don’t want it? The merchant began to be tempted and immediately came up with a new idea: "Okay, you can give it a try, but there is a requirement. First, let's hear the auction information, and you tell us the lowest price."

The merchant is not stupid and knows that there is something fishy, ​​but seeing that the other party is just a young man, with his alchemy cultivation, he can handle it even if there is something fishy; not to mention the temptation of thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, it is worth trying once.

Zhang Ping said: "The fixed price is ten million spirit stones. I will provide some relevant information to explain the current situation of the Red Light monks at that time, but the final whereabouts of those people can only be revealed to the buyer by me. Before that, I will give the thousand-year-old monks The Ganoderma lucidum is handed over to the auction house. If no one buys the information, the Ganoderma lucidum belongs to you. The only requirement is to keep it secret. I don’t want to die in the hands of those crazy dogs in Hongguang after taking the money.”

He explained very clearly. The merchant thought about it and found no trap. He also invited several stewards to discuss it together. Finally, they jointly decided that the auction could be carried out. The condition was that Zhang Afraid had to be accompanied by an expert from the auction house. This was because he did not trust him and was worried that something would happen. moth. Zhang Ao agreed, and the two parties established a written agreement. After the agreement was concluded, Zhang Ao took out the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and handed it over to the auction house. The auction house also found two high-level pill-forming monks to accompany him day and night.

When Zhang was afraid to leave, a steward asked: "What does this guy want to do?" "What the hell does he do? He's just an alchemy monk. Are we afraid of suffering a loss if we have Ganoderma lucidum in our hands?" "Do you think that guy will get along with you?" Hongguang has a grudge?" someone asked again. "It's very possible." The question was answered, and a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum attracted many people's hearts.

A group of people talked about everything. In short, they had a hope that the news about the whereabouts of the Red Light monk would not be revealed. If this is the case, the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum later does not need to be auctioned, but can be kept for your own use or to honor the master.

Apart from this hope, they also have a consensus that Zhang is probably an idiot and is crazy about money. How can he sell a broken piece of news for 10 million? Only a fool buys it.

Soon the auction day arrived, and more than a thousand monks crowded into the auction hall. Zhang was afraid of being satisfied among the crowd. More than a thousand people helped him promote it, and it should soon reach the ears of the monks at Longhu Mountain.

Before the auction, he wrote the latest information about the disciples of Hongguang Inn on the jade slips and handed it to the auctioneer. All he has to do now is wait. Unexpectedly, the auction house's first auction was his news. The auctioneer on the stage read the jade slip aloud: "The first auction item is the whereabouts of the remaining disciples of the Hongguang Inn. The price is ten million spiritual stones. Now let's introduce the current situation. Years ago, the Hongguang monks were hiding in the southwest corner of Shiwan Mountain. He occupies more than 40 peaks and secretly performs blood refining. Due to the crazy slaughter of wild beasts in the mountain, he clashed with the sorcerers in the mountain. A month and a half ago, Master Qiao expelled him from the mountain and ordered the sorcerers in the mountain to kill him with a blood order. When he saw the red light monk again, Kill them. In this battle, Hongguang disciple Shu Sheng and many Yuanying junior masters were killed. The limbs of Yuanying senior monk Lan Tiansheng were severed. The other disciples were seriously injured. They are the ones currently being auctioned at Hongguang Inn. The latest destination after escaping from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Ten Million Spiritual Stones, which fellow Taoist is interested in it? "

After the auctioneer said these words, the audience was as excited as heaven. For a while, words such as idiot and fool resounded in the hall, and were used by thousands of cultivators to describe the seller. Ten million for one message? To say that the seller is crazy is to praise him. Even the two alchemy masters guarding Zhang Wenwei thought he was an idiot. Looking at him with a puzzled and somewhat sympathetic look, hey, it is unreasonable for an idiot to get a thousand-year-old herb! Do idiots have good luck? But no matter how lucky you are, it’s useless. When the hammer rings, the spirit grass will change hands. Oh my god, this idiot is really an idiot, he actually laughed...

Zhang Wen was indeed smiling, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his heart came to an end. As for what others say or think, he doesn't care at all, because what he has to do has been done.

Does he know the whereabouts of the red light remnant? Of course I don’t know, the high price auction is just hoping no one will buy it. What he wants to sell is the news from the front, the news that the Hongguang Inn clashed with Shiwandashan, resulting in heavy damage and the failure to escape.

He wanted to send this news to the monks of Longhu Mountain and ask them to send people to hunt down the drowned dogs. This was Zhang Ping's purpose, to lure the two tigers into fighting, even though one of the tigers was seriously injured.

The reason for such a big stunt is to make the news spread more widely and faster. With the news of tens of millions of spiritual stone auctions, it doesn't matter whether the transaction is successful or not. As long as everyone pays attention to the content of the news, this is enough.