As the auction approaches, the black market is as lively as it has ever been in thousands of years. The originally mysterious black market auction has become somewhat lively like a Lantern Festival.
People come and go on the street, all dressed in black and wearing black curtains and hats. They communicate with each other and use their spiritual consciousness.
It's lively, quiet, and weird.
An Qingli and An Qingjin went to hunt for treasures on the streets of the black market. An Qingjin was accompanied by the Jindan elder of the clan.
There is a string of Buddhist beads on a stall.
The stall owners were two Buddhist monks, one big and one small, and they were still wearing old monk shoes.
Xiao Jintan said: "Qingli, I like that string of Buddhist beads, buy them!"
An Qingli stopped, squatted down, and looked at the string of gray-brown Buddhist beads. There were eighteen beads in the string, and each bead was engraved with simple Sanskrit characters.
The workmanship is quite exquisite.
An Qingli sent a message: "Abbott, how can I sell this string of Buddhist beads?"
One of the young monks said: "I will not sell these beads, I will only exchange them for good things with destined people."
"What good things can I exchange for?" An Qingjin also squatted down and asked. The world of cultivation is roughly divided into five areas: east, west, south, north and middle. There are seas in the east, mountains in the south, evil cultivators in the north, and Taoists in the west.
Yes, but Buddhism and Taoism are more prosperous.
If these two Buddhist cultivators are not deliberately mystical, they are probably from the Western cultivation world.
In the world of Western cultivation, there is Mount Putuo, where Buddhist disciples are very powerful. There was also an eminent monk who did not leave the mountain for hundreds of years, sitting in meditation. Once he had a sudden enlightenment, he immediately became a golden Arhat.
The young monk said again: "Change a Bodhi seed."
"We don't have this one." An Qingli was very sorry, she only had golden tan leaves.
"Can I exchange it for something else?" An Qingjin asked again. He had a lot of spiritual stones with him. If Qingli really liked this string of beads, he could pay to buy them.
The young monk clasped his hands together and said persistently: "Just exchange for one Bodhi seed."
An Qingjin sent a message to the people around him, saying: "Qingli, there are rumors that the Bodhi tree in Mount Putuo is withered. It seems that this statement is true."
When Xiao Jintan heard this, he was not happy. They are all sacred plants in front of the Buddha. Now that they have encountered them, how could they not save them? "Qingli, help them."
An Qingli then sent another message: "Is this little Buddha from Mount Putuo?"
The young monk nodded: "Exactly."
Xiao Jintan quickly said: "Qingli, his soul is calm and he didn't lie."
An Qingli asked again: "Can I ask if the little Buddha wants Bodhi seeds because the original Bodhi tree is about to wither?"
The monk did not lie, the young monk nodded truthfully.
The bodhi tree in Foshan is the last bodhi tree in Bianlanjie. It has lived for nearly ten thousand years, but it was struck by lightning again. The leaves fell and the tree withered, and it was almost dead.
"To be honest," An Qingli said again, "I'm good at healing trees. If the two Buddhist disciples don't find bodhi seeds in the black market, I might be able to help you a little bit after the black market auction ends."
Her "Rejuvenation Technique of All Things" has become more and more sophisticated, and even her master Mu Sheng is not sure about this apprentice's true grass-raising level.
The old monk who was meditating with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, flicked his fingers, and set up a golden barrier full of swastika patterns. He then took off the black curtain on his head, revealing his bare head with nine rings on it.
scar.
There are six types of scars on the head of Buddha cultivators in Putuo Mountain, namely one, two, three, six, nine and twelve.
The more scars there are, the higher the path is.
The nine scars on the old monk's head are already a very important Buddhist cultivator on Mount Putuo, and are probably equivalent to the monks who transform gods in Taoism.
The old monk treated him sincerely, and An Qingli also took off his hat.
An Qingjin stared at An Qingli's beautiful side face, his eyes flickered, and he thought about the painting again. He secretly thought that the painting was not exaggerated, and there was indeed a woman in Bianlan Realm who was as elegant as a fairy at a young age.
exist.
The "Rejuvenation Technique of All Things" is indeed a powerful technique that can nourish a woman's appearance.
The old monk looked at An Qingli, who had pure spiritual energy, and said with a kind smile: "May I ask where you come from, little friend?"
An Qingli looked at the old monk who was as thin as a dead tree and said calmly: "Luofengcheng settles down."
The old monk was startled: "Master Mu Sheng's first disciple?"
An Qingli did not deny: "Exactly."
The old monk clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddha's name. Before going down the mountain, Master Yin Guang asked them to come to the black market in the Central Plains to find someone with a destiny. Unexpectedly, the person with a destiny was actually here. It was not in vain for them to wait in this small place for two months.
The young monk looked at his master with joy on his face.
The old monk nodded to the young monk.
The young monk handed over a storage bag with both hands. The storage bag contained a jade slip for messaging and a bunch of grass rings woven from bodhi leaves. He said happily: "Wangfu Temple in Putuo Mountain in the west is waiting for you."
An Qingli accepted the storage bag, nodded to the two men, and put on the curtain hat again.
The ten-thousand-character barrier was removed, and An Qingli and An Qingjin walked as usual, leaving unhurriedly. Elder Jindan walked leisurely, protecting them behind them.
The old monk put away the string of Buddhist beads. The eighteen beads on the Buddhist beads were all relics obtained by the eminent monks in the temple after they were enthroned. They were also consecrated by Patriarch Jingmo, and they are the best to dispel evil spirits and monsters in the world.
"Wait a minute, Abbot." Another person stepped over and stood upright in front of the stall.
The young monk clasped his hands together and said apologetically: "The stall has been closed today, so please go and see the donor elsewhere."
The visitor didn't intend to leave, so he sent a message: "Little monk, how do you sell that string of Buddhist beads just now?"
The young monk shook his head: "I won't sell it."
Another person came and said arrogantly: "Since we are here to set up a stall in the black market, why not sell the goods? How much does it cost, just ask for it! I can afford it at any price!"
The young monk looked at the old monk.
The old monk said: "A ninth-grade soul-reviving pill, a ninth-grade soul-replenishing pill, a ninth-grade soul-nourishing pill, and a ninth-grade life-extending pill."
The man's expression froze under the curtain, he took a breath and sneered: "The old bald donkey has such a big breath."
The old monk clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddha's name, and then said: "It's not as good as my little friend's tone."
The old monk took the young monk's hand and started to walk away.
The man who stopped the two monks earlier said, "I'm sorry, you two Buddhist disciples, but I don't know what these two Buddhist disciples are looking for in this black market. I've been living here for a long time, and I might be able to find what you are looking for."
The young monk said: "Bodhisattva."
The man was startled.
The old monk took the young monk by the hand, and disappeared without a trace.
"Two bald donkeys can't dodge quickly." Later, the man complained and moved closer to the woman who came first.
First, the woman didn't want to be seen and walked away quickly. Later, the man shamelessly chased after her.
The woman who came first could not help but draw her sword.
"Junior sister Lan'er, please calm down." Later, the man smiled playfully, looked around, and said with a smile, "There are patrol teams from the Huayan Sect nearby, and maybe elder disciples from the Tianyun Sect. Don't be impulsive and expose yourself.
His identity makes Huayan Sect and Tianyun Sect look bad."