The Wandering Immortal

Chapter 107 Beloved Items
Upon closer inspection, Jiang Yuan realized that the vendors were indeed selling some magical artifacts, mostly Buddhist implements, but some items were universal, such as spatial magic treasures and storage magic items, as well as some rare refining materials.

Even if you manage to pick one, how do you complete the transaction?
Jiang Yuan observed carefully for a while and found that it was all about bartering.

Fearing the two wouldn't understand, the unscrupulous monk secretly transmitted his voice, saying, "If you've set your sights on this treasure, you can only exchange it for something you cherish. You have to give up something to gain something else."

Cui Qinghe was immediately stunned. If it was something she loved, she would never part with it. Why would she use it to exchange for a strange object?
The unscrupulous monk walked halfway down the street and finally spotted a string of Buddhist prayer beads. It consisted of only nine wooden beads, each with a different texture and shape.

The unscrupulous monk rummaged around on his body for a while, as if looking for something, but it didn't seem to be. When Jiang Yuan saw it clearly, he realized that he had actually rubbed a mud ball off his body.

The unscrupulous master handed the mud ball to the merchant, who accepted it without hesitation and then gave the Buddhist beads to the monk.

Jiang Yuan was dumbfounded. This was truly despicable, but he managed to get away with it. He had to rethink the meaning of "beloved possession".

The unscrupulous monk put away the prayer beads and urged, "Hurry up, time is limited."

Jiang Yuan didn't hesitate. He saw a belt, picked it up, and played with it. The belt was made of leather and inlaid with sixteen jade stones. All sixteen jade stones were storage magic items, and two of them were spatial magic treasures that could hold living things.

Compared to the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon belt I used in my previous life, it's slightly inferior, but still quite good.

Jiang Yuan took out a spirit stone, which was just an ordinary item, and the merchant opposite him didn't hesitate at all and gave Jiang Yuan the multi-treasure belt.

Qinghe was completely dumbfounded. She was just too stupid. The things she could think of that she loved most were either the Wind and Thunder Bow or the Lotus Flying Boat, nothing else.

How could a spirit stone be something I cherish? My husband actually conspired with that unscrupulous monk to deceive me!
Cui Qinghe searched carefully for a long time before finally choosing a jade hairpin with a red string knot tied in front of her head. This hairpin was also a spatial magic artifact, and of a very high grade.

Cui Qinghe followed suit and also took out a spirit stone and handed it to the merchant.

To everyone's surprise, the merchant looked up and carefully examined Cui Qinghe, and in an instant, hundreds of people in the market turned their attention to her.

Cui Qinghe panicked immediately. The market suddenly disappeared, and all that was left in front of her was Jiang Yuan, who looked regretful, and a wicked monk with a wicked grin.

Cui Qinghe maintained the gesture of handing over the spirit stone, but the jade hairpin in her left hand was gone, and she felt extremely frustrated.

The unscrupulous master touched his bald head and said, "Oh dear, what a pity, what a pity!"

Cui Qinghe almost cried when she saw the Buddhist beads in the hands of the immoral master and the belt in Jiang Yuan's hand.

"What kind of precious thing is a spirit stone? Are you lying to me, my husband?"

Jiang Yuan looked completely innocent. "How can spirit stones not be cherished possessions? For the past twenty years, we've been running around, risking our lives, all for spirit stones, haven't we?"

Cui Qinghe was speechless and embarrassed to ask the immoral master again what he cherished about the mud on his body.
Jiang Yuan knew that Qinghe's level of understanding was still insufficient and could not be forced.

"Master, is there any story behind that market?"

The wicked monk grinned, "This is called the Heart Market, where wishes come true and everything goes smoothly!"

Jiang Yuan suddenly realized that the Buddha's teachings are boundless, and that appearances arise from the mind, thus transforming the illusory into the real.

Seeing that Cui Qinghe was still dejected, the unscrupulous monk kindly comforted her, "You can't gain without giving; you won't lose anything if you don't give up anything. You're not at a loss!"

Regardless of whether Cui Qinghe could attain enlightenment, he picked up the withered wooden stick and stepped into the air.

Jiang Yuan then noticed that the surrounding environment had changed again, just like the desolate wilderness when he first entered the Mustard Seed Space, with green grass covering the ground and wildflowers blooming everywhere.

Cui Qinghe once again summoned the lotus flying boat, and followed behind Jiang Yuan.

After flying hundreds of miles, the immoral monk seemed hesitant, sometimes looking around, sometimes closing his eyes in deep thought. Cui Qinghe had finally emerged from the setback in her heart, but when she looked up, she saw two trees not far away.

"Those two trees are so strangely similar, growing from the same root."

Jiang Yuan didn't see the tree at all and thought Cui Qinghe was being misled by an illusion again. He looked at the immoral monk, only to find that the immoral monk was even more surprised than Jiang Yuan, his smile vanished, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

Cui Qinghe was still admiring the twin trees, but the source of the river was still nowhere to be seen. Just as she was about to ask what was going on, the immoral monk gave her a shushing gesture.

"Those two trees are good things; meditating under them might bring you good fortune."

Without a shred of doubt, Cui Qinghe got up and left the lotus flying boat, then walked to the twin trees and sat down to meditate.

In Jiang Yuan's eyes, it was just an empty space with no trees at all. Glancing at the immoral monk, he clearly didn't see any trees either.

Jiang Yuan had no choice but to send a telepathic message to the immoral monk, "Master, why can't we see him?"

"This is called fate. The twin Sal trees are the place where the true Buddha passed away. Do not disturb her. Wait for her to attain enlightenment."

Jiang Yuan then walked to a spot not far from Qing He and sat down to wait. The immoral monk landed on the ground, holding a withered wooden stick and remaining motionless, thus becoming a tree as well.

Jiang Yuan could see the expressions on Qing He's face, sometimes fearful, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, all the emotions and desires playing out in her heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Cui Qinghe's negative emotions gradually disappeared, and she was no longer as cold as usual, with a faint smile on her face.

Jiang Yuan suddenly noticed that a golden lotus seed appeared in front of Qing He, shining brightly, even more imposing than the relic held by the immoral monk.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but glance at the immoral monk, but the master kept his eyes tightly closed, not even looking at him, and put on his pointed straw hat, as if resisting the golden light.

In a moment, the golden lotus seed slowly floated into Cui Qinghe's brow, the golden light receded, leaving a lotus seed mark on Cui Qinghe's brow.

Cui Qinghe did not get up, but remained sitting motionless.

Jiang Yuan naturally couldn't see that at this moment, the golden lotus seed invaded Cui Qinghe's spiritual space, landed in the central lotus pond, and slowly grew into a golden lotus flower, still in the shape of a bud, just emerging from the water.

Not far away is the same green lotus tree that was there before, still just a small lotus bud showing its tip.

The unscrupulous master transmitted his voice to Jiang Yuan, "A golden lotus grows in the sea of ​​suffering; you've married a living Bodhisattva!"

Jiang Yuan was startled. He had long guessed that Qinghe was no ordinary person and that she had such an opportunity!
The unscrupulous master was unaware that there was a blue lotus in that sea of ​​suffering.

Cui Qinghe stood up, overjoyed, but then noticed that Jiang Yuan and Master Que De looked strange. She wondered why the two of them weren't meditating under the tree.

With another turn, the Sal tree had vanished.

While Cui Qinghe was still wondering, the three of them arrived at the underwater stone platform.

The spherical void gate slowly shrank until it was as small as dust. It seemed to flash with starlight before disappearing completely. The lotus platform, which was about ten feet wide, also turned into golden light and vanished.

Jiang Yuan knew that the space within that mustard seed had shattered.

The unscrupulous monk collapsed to the ground, wailing, "Why is my life so miserable!"

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