Dominating the Otherworld Starting with a Snake

Luo Zhen, a bystander who was not well versed in Buddhist affairs, had heard of the word "Buddha's spirit".

As far as he knew, Buddha Qi was a force that could purify the soul and resist the invasion of evil. For practitioners, it had immeasurable value...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but slightly gasp, secretly exclaiming in his heart: "But even if this thing is a relic of Luohan, such an item actually made these people spend three million?"

Huang Meir, who was standing beside Luo Zhen, noticed the confusion on his face and answered his questions: "Brother Luo, don't underestimate this string of Buddhist beads. If it was made by an ordinary Buddhist master, it might not cause such a sensation, but the key lies in its owner - 'Wutian' among the Buddhist Arhats.

This string of Buddhist beads of Wu Tian Luohan has never left his body since he joined Buddhism, and it has absorbed his profound Buddhist energy over the years.

In the past, Wu Tian Luo Han was a chivalrous man in the martial arts world. He never used fists or feet, nor did he rely on any magical tools. Whenever he faced a duel, he only needed to hold this string of Wu Tian Relics Buddha beads and recite Buddhist scriptures to avoid danger and defeat the enemy. Although the cheongsam woman said that this bead had no other effect except for the rich Buddhist energy, in fact, Wu Tian Luo Han was invincible, all thanks to this bead. It was not only his spiritual weapon, but also a treasure of the immortal family that enabled him to transcend the ordinary and become a saint. "

Before Huang Meir had finished her words, the bidding at the auction had spread like wildfire. The opening bid of three million doubled in an instant, and the pace of bidding was so fast that it was hard to keep up.

When the price broke through the five million mark, there were only a few bidders on the first floor, and the competition naturally shifted to the second floor, where the real chaebol giants gathered.

"Di-level VIP room, bid thirty million!" As soon as the auctioneer's voice fell, there was an uproar in the venue, but this was just the beginning.

"Top VIP room, sixty-six million!" The offer that followed was like a thunderclap, shocking the entire audience.

The person in the Tianzi box was the richest man Zhao. Luo Zhen still underestimated the richest man Zhao. He really didn't expect that his wealth would double.

Each of these Wu Tian relics emits a faint Buddha light, has a smooth and round surface, and contains an indescribable aura of peace. They are truly rare and precious.

However, even so, the price it was sold for is still eye-catching.

This string of relics is more of a spiritual sustenance and an auxiliary tool for cultivating one's state of mind. Once the inherent Buddha energy is exhausted, it will become ordinary and become an ordinary decorative bracelet.

After Luo Zhen finished speaking, his eyes inadvertently swept across a corner of the crowd, and then he lowered his voice, revealing a subtle sense of vigilance: "We... seem to be being targeted by someone."

Huang Meir frowned slightly when she heard the voice, and a hint of doubt flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Seeing this, Luo Zhen's face was calm, but his tone was a little more serious: "I feel that since we entered the venue, there have been several eyes following us like shadows, never leaving. After this auction is over, we will take a closer look."

Huang Meir's heart trembled, and her originally relaxed expression suddenly became solemn.

The two of them had sneaked in here with the help of superb disguise skills, so logically no one should be able to discover their true identities.

Now, some people are actually interested in two seemingly ordinary "casual cultivators", and their behavior of following them is really puzzling.

Throughout the auction, although there were occasional tempting items, whether they were unstoppable weapons or elixirs that could bring the dead back to life, the value of these treasures was not enough to make Luo Zhen really excited.

At this moment, the most important thing is to find out those unknown people who are following them secretly.

Finally, as the auction came to an end, the two slowly walked into the bustling crowd.

Luo Zhen's mind moved, and instantly he caught several hidden but extremely sharp gazes, which were fixed on them closely.

My guess was confirmed. Those "followers" do exist...

Just as they were preparing to take action and trying to determine the exact number of stalkers in the crowd, an unexpected situation occurred - those "tail-chasers" who had been following them like shadows before suddenly disappeared without a trace as if they had blended into the surrounding noise.

Even though the follower was small, Luo Zhen was tense and did not slack off at all. He took Huang Meir into the Opinion Inn.

The two of them quietly walked to the window on the second floor. Their eyes were as sharp as hawks, quickly scanning every corner downstairs, trying to capture any potential crisis.

"Aren't they following us anymore?" There was a hint of confusion in Huang Meir's voice. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her beautiful eyes flashed with doubt.

Luo Zhen's expression became solemn, his brows twisted into the shape of a "川" character. He shook his head slowly and whispered, "I did feel the presence of that group of people. When we got up and left, they left their seats almost at the same time. But now, it seems that they have evaporated from the face of the earth... Am I really too suspicious?"

Before he finished speaking, a sudden sense of uneasiness surged into his heart.

“Not good!”

This feeling made Luo Zhen's heartbeat suddenly accelerate. At the same time, the room they were in seemed to have undergone subtle changes. An indescribable hum began to permeate the air, a fluctuation that only someone as sensitive as Luo Zhen could vaguely perceive.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to have pressed the mute button. The originally subtle noise and voices around the room completely disappeared, leaving only the breathing sounds of Luo Zhen and Huang Meir, which seemed particularly clear and heavy in this sudden silence.

"Is it a fairy formation?!"