The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 5: The accident at the auction

　　 In the secular world, gold is naturally the most beautiful and valuable thing, but Baoshuju is mostly cultivators who deal with monks, so they are naturally accustomed to the manners of the spiritual world.

　　The most common currency in the spiritual world is not gold and silver, but a spar that is more precious and rare than gold and silver.

　　 Jing Jiu knows about spar, but hasn't touched it much, because spar is only useful for practitioners below the Wuzhang realm, and the effect is far inferior to the pill that he usually eats.

　　As for Zhao Layue, since she was born, she has had green mountains supplying medicinal pills endlessly, and she didn't worry about this kind of thing. She looked at Jing Jiu and asked, "Do you have it?"

　　 Jing Jiu shook his head.

　　 The manager's face still kept a smile, but his eyes grew colder.

　　 Jing Jiu took a pill from his sleeve and put it on the table.

　　 The pill is dark red in color, not surprising to look at it, but when I smell it, it has a pungent taste similar to wormwood.

　　 The steward who worked in Baoshu Curie was naturally knowledgeable and startled slightly. After confirming that it was what he was thinking, his eyes lit up suddenly.

　　 too late to seal the box, he found two teacups as quickly as possible, filled the dark red pill, and wrapped it tightly in thin tissue paper several times.

　　 He didn't relax a little until he finished this.

　　 Zhao Layue has a slightly different expression. This pill should be Xuancao Dan, not produced by Shiyue Peak of Qingshan Zong, but from Xuanhua Mountain in Zhongzhou.

　　 Looking at the expressions of Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu, the manager became more respectful.

　　 No matter where the weird come from, whether Chaonan City is looking for you or not, as long as you can take out a Profound Grass Pill, then you are eligible to be respected by Baoshuju.

　　 The steward personally led the two of them to a private room on the seventh floor, whispered a few precautions during the auction, and left quietly.

　　 This elegant room is also an excellent room in Baoshuju. If those ordinary spiritual sects are not at the first level of elders, they will definitely not be arranged here.

　　 Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue didn't know this, they pushed the door into the room, swept the surrounding area with sword sense, confirmed that there was no formation aura, and no one was spying, and then took off the gray cloth.

The furnishings in the 　　 elegant room are not luxurious, but absolutely exquisite. There is a pot of sparrow tongue tea on the table, and it is steaming. I think they made a new brew when they left the first floor. There are a few lines next to the teapot. Sample fruit plates and snacks, hot and cold towels are available, and two wooden plaques are quietly placed on both sides.

　　 In terms of details, Baoshuju is really good.

　　 But Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were dissatisfied, because this elegant room is the Xuanzi No. 2 room.

　　 You must know that they lived in the Shangzhou Inn last night, but Tianzi Room A.

　　 "Why are we here?" Jing Jiu asked.

　　 Of course, Zhao Layue didn't hide here to avoid chasing the defenders of Chaonan City.

　　She said: "The current principal of Baoshuju is Lei Poyun's grandnephew."

　　 It turns out that the backstage here is Bihu Peak.

　　 Jing Jiu said, "Then?"

　　 Zhao Layue thought to you that this is asking you knowingly?

　　"Bihu Peak is missing two thunder soul trees, and Lei Poyun went crazy and died. These must be related to the ascension of the master uncle."

　　 She said: "When a person is dead, there will be clues left. Lei Poyun alone must not dare to be malicious to his uncle, he must be seduced by those great monsters outside the Qingshan. Baoshuju is Qingshan. One of the channels of communication with the outside world, the principal is his grandnephew, I think there should be a problem here."

　　 Jing Jiu thought that the demon may not be the demon, and the mountain may be outside the mountain.

　　 asked again: "Why don't we find the principal directly?"

　　Zhao Layue said: "Because he doesn't know how to speak, and even commits suicide when he sees us, we can only observe and see if we can find some clues."

　　 Jing Jiu feels very troublesome.

　　 He really thinks there is nothing to investigate about this matter.

　　 In the mountain village, he deduced and calculated for a whole year, and he had already figured out many things, but there was no evidence.

　　 And there is no evidence for this kind of thing, only people.

　　 Lei Poyun just stagnated, and wanted to regain his strength with that sword, so that he was moved by that person.

　　Since you want to ask, it's better to ask that person directly. Just like that summer night, he went to Bihu Peak to ask the white ghost.

　　The question is how can I find that person? Can't really eat all the hot pot restaurants in the world.

　　 But Jing Jiu believed that as long as the other party found out that he was still alive, he would definitely come to him.

　　 When the time comes, he can directly ask the other party why he is doing this.

　　 I just don’t know when that day will come.

　　 Tomorrow, or countless years to pass?

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　　Practitioners usually meditate at night, so Baoshuju’s auctions are held during the day, but there are no windows on the outer wall here, and it looks like night. The steward in charge of the auction is standing on the first floor, and the sound is accurately transmitted to each room through the sound transmission method, and the pictures of the auctioned items will also be presented in each room at the same time through the virtual mirror.

　　The guests who came to Baoshuju for the first time are unavoidably surprised. Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue are not interested, but they have not participated in the auction, and they are a little curious about what will appear. When they find the auction items It's just that after some very common mountain essences and medicinal pills, I feel even more boring.

　　 Those who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy these should be ordinary wealthy businessmen or officials. For the monks, they are ordinary things, and for them, they are the elixir of longevity.

　　 The seventh round of the auction, Baoshu Curie finally became lively, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue still didn't care.

　　The item in this round of auctions is a box of calming borneol.

　　Dingshen ice flakes are produced in North County, and there are not many in number, and most of them are controlled by the Zhenbei Army, which is hostile to the Wind Knife.

　　 Just when the guests were about to start bidding, an old and gentle voice rang~ IndoMTL.com~ fellow doctors, we are medical monks from Moqiu, today we take the liberty to ask for something..."

　　 No one would have thought that they would see the eminent monks of Guocheng Temple at such a bland auction.

　　 The sound of opening windows was heard in the building, and then there were countless voices of greetings.

　　 Zhao Layue was a little surprised. She walked to the window and looked down. There were two monks, an old and a young man, standing downstairs. The monks’ clothes were very old and they were washed clean, not like many monks. The meaning of dust gives people an extremely stable and trustworthy feeling.

　　 After a while, the people who participated in the auction knew that the two doctor monks from Guocheng Temple were invited by the Qingshan Sect to deal with the big demon in the muddy water. Now the big demon is already under his control, Qingshan immortal. The teacher also returned, but the people who were terrified by the ghost-eyed dolphins have not yet been completely healed.

　　Dingshen Borneol is just a rare medicine to treat those people who need it.

　　 The monks of Guocheng Temple asked for help as a last resort, because the world knows that they are... very poor.

　　 Many voices rushed out.

　　"Senior monks, please rest assured, my Xuan Tianzong will never participate in the bidding of this item."

　　"Yes, Zihaomen also responded to this discussion."

The steward of 　　 auction house raised his hands to beckon the guests to be safe, and then looked at the old monk, and said solemnly: "Great monk, how can my Baoshuju stand idly by? The boss just spread the word, this calming ice piece was given to Guocheng Temple by my Baoshuju."

　　 heard this, there was an applause in the building.

　　 Suddenly there was a cold voice uttering the opposite of the atmosphere at this time.

　　"Since it's an auction house, you have to follow the rules. I haven't made a bid, so you will send it out. Do you want Baoshuju's own signboard?"