After getting a drop of Buddha's fat, Lin Yun didn't have much interest in the remaining auction items. Either he didn't like them, or he couldn't afford them.
Afterwards, Lin Yun sat on a chair and closed his eyes to rest. As the auction continued, no one paid attention to Lin Yun.
"The next auction item is a nine-ring tin staff."
At this time, an auction item appeared again on the auction stage. When he heard the name, Lin Yun opened his eyes. The reason was that this tin rod was too famous.
This tin staff was held by an eminent monk when he was seeking scriptures. It was made of nine-section fairy vines with nine rings on it. When walking, the nine rings vibrated, preventing all things from intruding and preventing evil spirits from moving. In the middle of the tin staff, there is a A relic sits there, and when it is activated, ten thousand Buddhas will appear, read the scriptures, and save everything. It is a Buddhist treasure.
"I remember that the nine-ringed tin staff has disappeared. Has it appeared?"
Lin Yun said a little strangely.
"You don't have to doubt that this nine-ring tin staff is indeed real, but it's just a little incomplete."
said the auctioneer.
Then, the auctioneer lifted up the red cloth, and a six-foot-long tin staff appeared on the auction stage.
Seeing the tin staff, Lin Yun instantly lost hope. Not only was the tin staff tattered and rusty, with only three of the nine rings remaining, but the relics on the top of the tin staff had also disappeared. In other words, this handle The tin staff has only symbolic meaning. If you want to repair it, you have to pay a lot of money, and the relic on the top is not there. The biggest role of the tin staff has disappeared, but the material used to cast the nine-ring tin staff is extremely precious. , if it is melted and used to cast other weapons, the value will be great.
"The nine-ring tin staff has a starting price of one billion."
The auctioneer shouted out the price and glanced at the VIP room where Fomen was, intentionally or unintentionally.
"One billion."
"Two billion."
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Although the nine-ring tin staff had become like this, some people couldn't resist being interested in it and started asking for the price. The price quickly reached 3 billion.
"Four billion."
Someone shouted the price again.
"It's Master Ou. He also likes this tin staff?"
Someone recognized the bidder.
"Silly, Master Ou must want to use the material of this nine-ring tin staff to forge other weapons."
Someone else said.
"Amitabha, five billion."
Buddhism finally took action.
"Six billion."
Master Ou showed no mercy and immediately increased the price by one billion. This famous casting master was not short of money.
"Seven billion."
Buddhism increases prices again.
"Eight billion."
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The two sides continued to see each other, and finally, Buddhism won the nine-ring tin staff at a price of 1.2 billion.
The auctioneer also nodded with satisfaction. The price of this nine-ring tin staff exceeded his imagination.
"The next auction item. Bronze lampstand."
the auctioneer continued.
"This lampstand was found in the same stone as the nine-ring tin staff. It is probably also a treasure."
said the auctioneer.
Everyone in the audience looked at each other, maybe, that is to say, it was probably an ordinary lampstand.
As the red cloth was lifted, a worn-out lampstand appeared on the stage.
"What is this thing? It's so broken. No one picks it up even if it's thrown on the road."
someone said.
"Change it to another auction item. No one wants this thing."
someone else shouted.
"That's right, let's pass it on. Everyone's time is precious."
Someone echoed.
"Quiet quiet."
The auctioneer knocked on the table a few times and said.
"The bronze lampstand, the auction price is 10,000 spiritual stones."
said the auctioneer.
The people underneath chuckled, no one would want such a shabby lampstand.
Lin Yun's face was full of shock. When the lampstand first appeared, the stone plate of the avenue vibrated. This was already the third time. The first time was a compass in the Qingyun Sect's treasure house. Lin Yun Now I don’t know what its use is. The second time I got the sky-swallowing gourd. This is the third time. It can be seen that this lampstand is also a treasure.
"Ten thousand spirit stones."
Lin Yun suppressed his excitement and shouted out the price.
"Okay, this fellow Taoist bids 10,000 spirit stones. Is there anyone else who bids?"
Seeing someone bidding, the auctioneer on the stage said immediately.
"Hey, isn't this the person who bought Buddha's resin? He hasn't left yet?"
Someone turned around and said.
"It's him. He hasn't taken action. Why is he taking action now?"
"Isn't this a treasure?"
someone asked.
"Pull it down, it's really a treasure. If Tianbao Pavilion could put it up for auction, it would have been sold at a high price."
Someone else said.
"No one bids on this one."
"Amitabha, twenty thousand spiritual stones."
Just when the auctioneer announced that the bronze lampstand belonged to Lin Yun, a voice came.
"How did these monks get involved?"
Lin Yun frowned.
"Well, what do these monks mean?"
Everyone was also a little confused.
"Thirty thousand spiritual stones."
Lin Yun added another ten thousand, wanting to see what these monks were going to do.
"forty thousand."
As soon as Lin Yun finished speaking, the other side immediately added ten thousand.
Lin Yun knew what these monks meant. They were taking revenge on themselves.
And everyone also knew what these monks meant.
"He is truly a compassionate Buddhist who neither fights nor robs."
The people below whispered.
"That is, let people let go of their hatred every day. As for myself, hehe."
Some people said mockingly.
"fifty thousand."
Lin Yun added another ten thousand and nodded slightly, with an imperceptible smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
Although people below can't see it, people in the VIP room above can see it very clearly.
"No, this guy is a trap."
Everyone's heart sank. No wonder this guy never made a move. He made a move when this thing couldn't be sold. And that drop of Buddhist fat should have been left by Tianbao Pavilion.
Buddha also saw Lin Yun's expression, immediately knew Lin Yun's identity, and decisively stopped increasing the price.
"Okay, fifty thousand spirit stones for the first time."
"Fifty thousand spirit stones for the second time."
"Fifty thousand spirit stones for the third time. Deal."
After the auctioneer made three bids, Lin Yun won the bronze lampstand.
Hearing the auctioneer shouting deal, Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief and continued to lean on the chair, a cold sweat streaming down his face. If Lin Yun hadn't thought of this trick in time, continuing to increase the price might have made people suspicious.
"Okay, the next auction is for the gambling stones spread from the forbidden area, a total of thirty pieces, let's auction them."
At this point, the auctioneer continued.
"Gamble on stones."
Lin Yun became somewhat interested. The first time he gambled on stones was in the Endless Sea. That time he got stone gallbladders and black tortoise shells. After that, he never participated in gambling again. I don’t know how many stones were auctioned this time. What's weird.
At this time, two people pushed a small cart to the stage, then placed the gambling stones on the auction stage and waited aside.
"The first thing is, Qinglong goes to sea!"
