The Great Seminary

Chapter 357 "Picking Up a Bargain"

"Looks like a fragment of the 'True Record of the Transformation and Transformation of the Hundred Races of the Earth Demon'!"

Zhang Gui's eyes lit up, and a thought flashed through his mind, causing him to stop in his tracks as he was about to leave.

Feigning indifference, he took a few steps to stand in front of the blind youth.

"I never expected that you, shopkeeper, would awaken a 'sensory' type of divine cluster. That's extremely rare."

I'm naturally curious, so I'm curious to see what kind of unknown treasures you've collected.

Tsk tsk tsk, this tattered book, this broken jar... You make it sound so interesting, but it doesn't look particularly remarkable to me.

Could you please turn on the light so I can take a closer look?

"Of course." The blind youth nodded.

"It's already dark, and it's time to light the lamps and remove the candles. It was my oversight."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves.

Hundreds of small, bright flying insects resembling fireflies were released.

Hovering over the rooftop, it instantly illuminated the entire shop as bright as day.

Zhang Gui was secretly curious. He raised his head and carefully observed the shiny insect on his head for a while, only to find that it was not a living creature, but a mechanical creation.

He couldn't help but praise, "Shopkeeper, you're not bragging, you really have something."

"You flatter me, sir," the blind youth said with a faint smile. "Since we're destined to meet, why not take a look?"

"Then I won't be polite."

Zhang Gui reached out and picked up the items that the blind young man had specifically introduced.

They all look very old; regardless of whether they are useful or not, they at least look like antiques.

He played with each one one by one, and finally rambled on with nonsense:
"They all seem somewhat interesting, yet I can't quite grasp their 'real' nature."

"Hmm, this stack of tattered ancient books, the red-spotted clay pot, the wooden whip... please give me a price for all of them?"

“Ancient book, 700 taels of pure gold; red pottery jar, 280 taels of pure gold; green wooden dragon-shaped whip, 550 taels… all are offered at the same price.”

The blind youth slowly and methodically listed several exorbitant prices, which even Zhang Guizhen, a true monarch, found incredibly exaggerated.

I've always heard people say that antique dealers can "not make a sale for three years, but then live off that sale for three years," and today I've finally experienced it firsthand.

The problem is, your shop is called 'Unknown General Store,' not 'Unknown Antique Shop.'

"Haha, to be honest, my family's general store is sometimes just like an antique shop, adhering to the principle of 'Jiang Taigong fishing, those who are willing will take the bait.'"

After all, for wealthy families, money can't buy what they truly desire.

"It would be strange if this could be sold. Oh well, it is indeed shockingly expensive, but it's not so expensive that I can't afford it."

Zhang Gui muttered as he tucked the stack of ancient books into his sleeve, then pulled out a few red-gold notes issued by the 'Three Saints Sword Sect,' counted out seven hundred taels, and tossed them to the blind youth.

"Let's call it even."

The blind youth counted the gold notes, a satisfied expression on his face despite his inability to see them.
"This customer is young but an expert. He found a bargain here. I'm truly impressed!"
However, in our kind of business, you don't need to talk about the 'tricks of the trade,' and I won't ask about the 'quality.'

If you make a mistake when buying something, that's your own fault; if you make a profit by being clever, that's a skill.

We're even now.

He put away the gold note, cupped his hands in a smile at Zhang Gui, and said, "There are a few more similar items."

But to be honest, very few items from hundreds of years ago are truly remarkable to me, and I would specifically highlight them for introduction.

"It's time for dinner, and since there's so little left, I won't watch it."

Having obtained the treasure, Zhang Gui had no desire to continue his coughing contest with the blind youth. He waved his hand and said:

"Let's leave something to imagine for the next visit. Goodbye, goodbye."

He turned and strode away from the general store, which resembled an antique shop.

The blind youth stared at his disappearing figure, his eyes rolling up and down.

The eyes, which were originally deathly white and had no pupils, suddenly became clearly black and white.

His originally calm and composed demeanor turned into a lewd and gleeful expression as he muttered to himself:
"I'm rich! I'm rich! No wonder my left eyelid kept twitching this morning. Too late, too late, I've already taken a big bite of this 'fat meat'."

He earned six hundred taels of gold in less than three days by making the products realistic and antique.

If I could run into these self-important rich kids every day, I'd be ecstatic!
However, after this operation, it's best to take a three- or four-day break, let things cool down, before reopening.

He jumped up and ran to the shop door, closed it, and bolted the door.

A short while later, the grocery store had become completely dark...

at the same time.

Zhang Gui hurried along the main street of Changjinqiweidikumai Town, like a headless fly.

After much difficulty, we found an inn called 'Sheng Sheng Lai'.

Walk to the counter.

He glanced to his left at the noisy tavern seats, where some were slightly drunk and others were committing serious crimes but still making a racket and boasting.

He said to the innkeeper, "Please find me a quiet, superior room, preferably one with a bathing area."

"If you want some peace and quiet at this hour, you'll have to go to the secluded courtyard in the back."

It's too wasteful for you to live alone, but there used to be some considerations..."

Hearing the shopkeeper start using persuasive tactics, Zhang Gui impatiently interrupted, "Just give me a price."

"A day's rest requires two taels of pure gold."

"Then please lead the way, sir," Zhang Gui said, taking out two one-tael gold ingots from his sleeve and slapping them on the counter.

The shopkeeper took it in his hand, tossed it, touched it, and looked at it, and immediately determined whether the gold was real or fake.

He then loudly instructed the waiter:
"Distinguished guests have arrived. Please 'invite' them to the best private courtyard in the back to rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young waiter bowed and scraped as he approached Zhang Gui, leading him through the main hall and into the backyard of the inn.

We arrived at a small courtyard with only one main house and two side rooms.

He flattered, "Sir, this courtyard may not be large, but it is the quietest place you can find."

If you want something to eat or drink, we can bring it over.

As long as you don't order delicacies or fine wines, everything is included in the two taels of pure gold room fee…

Zhang Gui silently followed the waiter into the main room of the courtyard.

He pinched off a small piece of gold and gave it to the noisy waiter, saying, "Alright, you can go now."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

With the tip in hand and the waiter gone, he happily withdrew.

After he walked away, Zhang Gui took out the stack of ancient-looking parchment paper in the dark room.

He then used his powerful divine authority to envelop it.

Initially, only the 'virtual and real' assets were being accumulated and gradually depleted, while the ancient, rustic paper remained unchanged.

But as the divine authority 'infiltrated' the paper over time, it gradually emitted a faint light, revealing mysterious patterns.

This triggered the "Tai Sui Enters Life" main divine pattern in Zhang Gui's head, causing it to operate spontaneously.

Black fluid oozed from his scalp, flowing freely down his neck, chest, and arms, eventually pooling on the folded parchment in his hand.

Once soaked in the black paste, the patterns and shadows emitted by those old parchment paper were amplified many times over.

The illustrations and text depicted on the main body began to disappear little by little.

In the end, the parchment shattered and vanished, but the resulting light and shadow gathered into several orbs of light, which were then thrown into the black liquid.

In Zhang Gui's mind, it transformed into a series of mysterious texts and diagrams.

It is as if it were a gift from heaven, imprinted in my heart.

It is a fragment of the "Record of Transformation and Transformation of the Earthly Demons," which describes how several kinds of leather from the Earthly Demons were skinned alive, tanned, and processed into a transformation garment.

(End of this chapter)