Chapter 1619 As You Two Expected
Three hours passed quickly.
At this time, the atmosphere of the Penglai Sea Club is the most lively, and now is no exception. Everyone knows that the last treasure is about to appear.
All eyes are on the auction block, all.
As an elegant and natural woman in Tsing Yi slowly walked onto the stage, the atmosphere below was ignited to the highest point in an instant.
"Ah? It turned out to be Qingque to host."
"It seems that the Shenmu tripod is indeed here, there is no fake."
"How can the news released by Penglai Island be false? It's just that Qingque will host the auction. I didn't expect it."
"She is much stronger than she was a hundred years ago. Not only has she survived a catastrophe, but she seems to have changed a lot. Could it be that she has enlightened?"
"She is a soul cultivator, that's really very rare. In the current world of cultivating immortals, there are no more than five monks who have enlightened on the soul path."
"That's right, the soul dao enlightenment is extraordinary. Although she is only at the fourth level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, she may be difficult to beat at the seventh level."
Several tribulation-crossing monks were discussing in low voices, and like everyone else, their eyes were full of longing.
Qingque walked slowly, with an elegant and elegant posture, stopped in the middle, and glanced down the stage, but the eyes were not calm, a little melancholy,
even sad.
Such gazes naturally cannot escape the observation of the people below.
Many people were surprised, and some couldn't bear it, and they already shouted.
"What's the matter, is something wrong?"
"Is there no Shenmu cauldron?"
Qingque shook her head lightly, and smiled slightly, "Of course not, Penglai Island doesn't lie."
She slightly raised her hand, and the Shenmu tripod appeared on the auction stage. It was dignified and unsophisticated, with no light, but it was full of brilliance. Anyone who saw it would know that it was extraordinary.
Those cultivators who crossed the tribulation realm finally became excited.
"Yes, it really is the Shenmu cauldron!"
"Heavenly Dao Magical Treasure, I finally saw the Heavenly Dao Magical Treasure!"
"No matter what, you have to get it, you have to get it!"
Zhang Tiebai stood up with a frenzied expression, and so did Guan Hong.
"Thank you, I'll give you five hundred thousand stone."
A calm voice sounded from the east corner, and a monk in gray slowly raised his hand and smiled at Qingque.
The cultivator was average in stature and very ordinary in appearance. He was afraid that no one would recognize him if he was thrown in the crowd, but when he opened his mouth, the noisy venue fell silent. Almost no one dared to disrespect him among the hundreds of people here.
Kunlun, Zheng Daoxuan.
One of the eight elders of the Presbyterian Church is one of the most powerful people in the world of cultivating immortals. Of course, the same is true of strength.
"Amitabha."
A low chant sounded from the west corner, and an old monk clasped his hands together and saluted, "The poor monk gave 800,000 yuan of stones."
The old monk's face was haggard, as if his skin was covered with bones, his eyes were like calm water, as calm as his words, without a trace of emotion, the strange thing was that there were eighty-one scars on the top of the incense ring, like a flying dragon.
Tianlong Temple, the Master of Great Wisdom.
The number one person in bitter meditation in the world of cultivating immortals today.
Bitter Zen is the most difficult and painful kind of meditation. It is a kind of Zen that can only grow through constant torture in pain. It is a saying that is spread in the world of cultivating immortals rather than practicing bitter Zen. Bitter meditation is painful, but once you achieve something, the rewards you will get are unimaginable.
Some people have always said that the strongest in Tianlong Temple is not Long Zun, but him.
As soon as the two offered the price, everyone else shut up. This price is simply beyond the reach of looking up.
"It's really rich."
"It's 800,000 yuan at once, and it's less than half of our sect if we sell it."
"Then your sect is very good."
"Even disciples add..."
Zhang Tiebai was stunned, and said in a low voice, "Guan Hong, why don't you bid yet?"
Guan Hong shook his head slightly, and sighed, "We only have a little over one million in total, wait a minute, we may not even be able to make it."
Zheng Daoxuan turned around and bowed, nodded with a smile, "Master Dazhi speaks extraordinary, and I can't lag behind. I will offer 900,000."
"one million."
The sound seemed to be knocked out by a wooden fish, and the whole hall shook and rang.
Qing Que on the stage looked at the two of them and smiled faintly, "Fellow daoists, you are too anxious. I haven't revealed the reserve price and the characteristics of this magic weapon. I will make a bid after I clarify it." Not too late."
"What's the reserve price? Can the reserve price exceed one million?"
"Don't waste time, we'll wait and see!"
The audience was noisy, and the show had just begun, so there was no way to be disturbed.
"Sorry, I was in a hurry."
Looking at Qingque, Zheng Daoxuan smiled and cupped his hands, and sat down slowly.
The Great Wisdom Master sat down without saying a word, his sitting posture was very strange, only the little toe was on the ground, and all the strength of the whole body was pressed on the little toe. This is the most basic meditation method of bitter meditation. will not change.
By the way, it's not that this sitting posture saves effort when the realm is high, it's still all his strength, as the cultivation level improves, so does the strength.
Qing Que bowed back, and said calmly, "Thank you, everyone. The previous auction price is invalid. Please listen carefully to what I'm going to say next. After you hear it clearly, you will make a decision whether to buy this Shenmu tripod or not."
Hearing this, the crowd below became a little uneasy.
"Is this tripod fake?"
"Not like, is there something wrong, or is it broken?"
"If it is a damaged magic weapon, it will be greatly reduced, but it should not be possible."
Qing Que pointed to the Shenmu Ding, and said slowly, "Penglai Pavilion will not sell damaged magic weapons. The Shenmu Ding is not broken, but is sealed by soul magic."
"seal?"
"Soul art?"
Some people are at a loss, some people are surprised.
"Soul art... that is the evil method of the Demon Sect. It has been extinct for more than ten thousand years. How could it appear in this cauldron?"
"It's sealed, so it can't be used, or is it something else?"
"Things are a little weird, it seems that it is not an ordinary magic weapon."
The monks began to discuss whether they were high or low, and the monks in the Transcending Tribulation Realm were no exception. Zheng Daoxuan stared at the Shenmu cauldron, his expression gradually became serious, and he said slowly, "Qingque, is there something sealed inside the Shenmu cauldron?"
Master Dazhi obviously had the same doubts, but he didn't speak up.
Qing Que nodded slightly, also with a lot of calmness, "Yes, as the two fellow Taoists expected, there is indeed something sealed inside the Shenmu cauldron, something that no one has thought of, and it has not appeared for many years."
Zheng Daoxuan seemed to have realized something, his expression froze suddenly.
Master Dazhi closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and tapped on his left hand with fingers as dry as firewood.
Du, du, the voice slowly sounded, and spread throughout the hall, everyone's heart was shaken.
Qing Que nodded slightly, and sighed, "It seems that you both understand."
Zheng Daoxuan couldn't help shaking his head, and said with a wry smile, "It's hard not to understand when I hear the word soul art."
"What is it, so mysterious?"
"Quickly tell me, is it buy one get one free?"
Those who know are already thinking about countermeasures, while those who don't know are still questioning.
Qing Que glanced at it, and said word by word, "In the Shenmu cauldron, the one sealed is an ancient evil soul."