Mortal Cultivation: I Have a Mirror of Absurdity

Chapter 240 239 The First Day

Baoguang Hall covers an area of ​​more than ten acres and has three attic floors. Each floor is more than 20 feet high. It is like a behemoth, entrenched in the center of Jinxifang.

Once inside, we found that the entire Baoguang Hall is divided into two parts. The north part is a patio structure, and there is only a spacious exhibition stand on the first floor. The second and third floors are open, and you can look directly at the dome of Baoguang Hall.

There is a three-story attic built outside the patio, which are three independent stands surrounding the exhibition stand on the north side. There is a red wooden chair that can accommodate two people sitting side by side every three feet on the stand. It gets higher and higher from front to back. The monks sitting on every seat could clearly see the treasures displayed on the north booth with their naked eyes.

The Baoguang Hall can accommodate nearly a thousand people at the same time.

The Nascent Soul-level auction was held in the afternoon. Wang Geng and Zi Ling arrived at Baoguang Hall early, but were stopped at the door.

"Two seniors, please forgive me. According to regulations, each person who enters the Baoguang Palace must pay a thousand spirit stone entrance fee before receiving a pass. In the next few days, seniors can enter with the pass and participate in the grand auction."

A middle-aged Confucian scholar spoke to the two of them respectfully, without the slightest sign of neglect on his face.

This person is only in the middle stage of pill formation. Although he has the support of the organizer of the big auction, how can he dare to be disrespectful in the face of two Nascent Soul monks?

"You are indeed doing a good business. There are at least nearly a thousand Nascent Soul monks who came to Jinjing. The admission fee paid by these people alone is worth more than a million spirit stones. This big auction has not been held yet. From the beginning, you organizers have already made a lot of money."

Hearing what the middle-aged monk said, Zi Ling couldn't help but joke.

She also managed the Miaoyin Sect for a short time and knew how difficult it was to make money in the world of immortality. How could she not feel sad when she saw how easy it was for the organizers to make huge profits?

At this time, both of them had already used secret techniques to change their appearance, and both wore a cyan wooden magic weapon, which was good at blocking detection and hiding their appearance. With this double insurance, they dared to enter the big auction with confidence.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was obviously a shrewd man. Hearing Zi Ling's words, he just smiled slightly and did not answer.

But Wang Geng had already counted two thousand spirit stones in a storage bag on his waist. After a flash of spiritual light in his hand, there were already two thousand low-level spirit stones on the wooden table in front of the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar only glanced at it, then brushed his long sleeves across the table. After a flash of spiritual light, the two thousand spiritual stones had disappeared.

It seems that this person is also a person with strong spiritual consciousness. He can see the number of such a large number of spiritual stones at a glance. No wonder he was sent to guard the portal of Baoguang Palace.

At the same time, the middle-aged Confucian scholar handed over two jade plaques with two adjacent seat numbers on them.

Only monks holding this jade token can easily open the restrictions on the Baoguang Palace and enter inside. If they break in by force, it will inevitably cause a great disturbance. I believe that no ordinary monk will do such a stupid thing.

When Wang Geng and Wang Geng entered the Baoguang Hall with their number plates and found their seats, they discovered that they were in the front row on the third floor, with a fairly good view.

The big auction had only been held for an hour when the two of them arrived. As they were chatting, people arrived one after another. The third floor was getting full, and I think the same was true for the first and second floors. Occasionally there were one or two empty seats, which should be more important for the account owner. I have something to do, I just don’t have time to come at the moment.

It didn't take long, and it was finally time for the big auction to begin.

At this time, a middle-aged monk wearing soap robes walked up to the booth and immediately introduced a light yellow crystal stone in his hand.

"Turmeric crystal is a hard material and can hold a large amount of spiritual energy. It is an excellent material for refining earth attribute treasures. The base price is 8,000, and each increase in price must not be less than 1,000."

This person is actually a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, with powerful magical power. Although his voice is not loud, no matter how far away the monks are, when the voice reaches his ears, he feels that every word is as heavy as a thousand words and can be heard clearly, as if they are in his ears. Just a whisper.

Naturally, treasures will not be released on the first day of the grand auction. Although this kind of turmeric crystal is rare for ordinary Yuanying monks, Wang Geng is pregnant with countless valuable treasures, and now he has bigger and more refined treasures. A piece of pure turmeric crystal, naturally, there is no intention to participate.

Since then, treasures have been appearing one after another. There are very few that can make Wang Geng's heart flutter, and there are even fewer that can make him take a photo directly. On the contrary, Zi Ling is watching with gusto, watching every item on the exhibition stand intently. A treasure or material, listen carefully to every introduction by the host.

The beauty has just entered the Nascent Soul stage, so she is naturally full of novelty about everything in the Nascent Soul stage. No wonder she behaves like this.

Gradually, Wang Geng's eyes fell on the middle of the first floor of the main hall, where three great monks were sitting cross-legged on the ground.

These three monks have bright heads, one is as skinny as firewood, one has a fat head and big ears, and one has kind eyebrows and kind eyes. His beard and hair are all white, and his beard is long and fluttering.

The three of them were all dressed in gray monk robes. They were extremely simple. There was no trace of jade on them, and they looked like eminent monks.

What's even more rare is that the three of them are all mid-stage Nascent Soul monks.

It was the first time that Wang Geng saw several eminent Buddhist monks with advanced cultivation, so he naturally took a few more glances.

As a result, the old monk who seemed to be the oldest among the three people immediately sensed something strange. When he opened and closed his eyes, two crystal-clear jade eyes immediately turned to where Wang Geng was. There was an air of affability to the end, but Wang Geng felt a chill in his heart and immediately withdrew his gaze, muttering to himself:

"This old monk is weird. He has such a strong sense of perception. He must have practiced some kind of strange skill that is specialized in sensing other people's probing. It's better not to provoke him."

Seeing Wang Geng turning his head away, the old monk continued to look at him a few times. After finding nothing unusual, he turned back and continued to rest with his eyes closed, as if he was indifferent to worldly affairs.

As each auction item is taken down, time passes by, and the items that are put up for auction again become increasingly rare.

"A piece of ink gold, weighing three kilograms and four taels, a rare material for refining. The base price is thirty thousand. Each increase in price must not be less than three thousand."

The rarer the material, the more the auctioneer cherishes his words. He only needs a few words to introduce it, as if he doesn't want to buy it.

And among the many Nascent Soul cultivators who were not well-informed, they did not need any introduction from others, so they also competed to bid for fear of falling behind others.

Seeing such precious materials, Wang Geng couldn't help but get excited. First, with a strange light in his eyes, he used the absurd mirror to copy a piece into a storage bag on his waist, and then waited patiently for others to bid while he patiently searched for it. An opportunity to take action is like a beast lurking in the dark about to pounce on its prey.

"fifty thousand."

"Fifty-five thousand."

"........."

"Seventy thousand."

"Eighty thousand."

"........."

Mo Jin's reputation is not small, and it attracted many people to bid one after another. One of them even kept bidding from the beginning to the end, as if he would never give up until he got this treasure in his pocket.

"One hundred and twenty thousand spiritual stones."

Wang Geng suddenly made a move and offered a sky-high price, which immediately silenced many people present. Even the Zi Ling girl next to him couldn't help being startled and turned around to look over.

After that, no one was willing to bid, and finally Wang Geng took the original Mojin object into his bag.

(End of this chapter)