A small temple filled with incense.
The statue of Lord Miao Tianzhen sits on the altar, reflecting the bright pearls in the swirl of fireworks.
Bao Yulong, on the other hand, was dressed in plain robes. He stood under the statue that had been covered with gold foil and jasper. He raised his eyes and looked around. Those people he should at least call "Uncle" and "Uncle".
At this moment, these people were looking at him with eyes full of expectation and longing.
Burning on them is the flame called greed.
"Just two years ago, I had a distant cousin who had nine-level golden elixir skills and was proficient in seventeen flying sword combination formulas and thirty-three talisman arrays. He died because he failed to recharge the service fee in time. Went to the outer insect burrow, and when the body was brought back... Tsk... I couldn't even look at it. My cousin's aunt cried very sadly. She discussed it with a group of our relatives and wanted to use the soul-nurturing wood to make a picture for my cousin. With a better coffin, if you're lucky, you can switch to the corpse path."
"I pieced together everything here and there, and in the end I only bought a small piece. I barely saved the remaining soul. I don't know how many years I have to wait if I want to turn into a ghost cultivator."
"So at that time I told myself that the most important thing in life is to rely on yourself! How many young people are overwhelmed by loans and service fees now?"
Bao Yulong waved his hand: "Okay! Let's not talk about young people, let's talk about us, let's talk about big guys... How long has it been since we took our wife and children to the paradise world to have fun? The ticket is not cheap, but if we can have Do you think my boundary-breaking shuttle will be different?"
Bao Yulong was talking eloquently, but a monk finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted: "Xiao Bao! If you have anything to say, just say it. We are all our own people here. Is there anything you can't say?"
Bao Yulong took out three incense sticks, reached out and rubbed out the flames to light the incense.
Then he bowed respectfully to the statue of Miao Tianzhen, and then inserted the incense stick into the incense burner.
"Now there is a great opportunity in front of us. The price... Zhenjun has already set the price. There is no need to negotiate! We are in the same class and I will let you choose first."
"You are all important people with dignity, please don't embarrass me."
"Invest a little now, and you will get more rewards in the future. By seizing the opportunity, we won't have to worry about the magic weapon suddenly malfunctioning in the future, and we won't have to pay service fees. Just in case, we can still leave a way out for ourselves."
"Of course, those who are unwilling to do so, please don't force me. I, Bao Yulong, will give you three days to consider. After three days, the list of remaining identities will be announced. At that time... everyone will compete together, and the price will be determined." The one with the highest score will get it," Bao Yulong said.
A monk immediately accused Bao Yulong angrily.
"Xiaobao! What do you mean?"
"Don't forget, it was our Wan Dao Sect who trained you. The identities on this list are not cheap for you. You are not willing to let you shelve the list and we will find a way to slowly digest it internally?"
Bao Yulong smoothed his thick beard and said calmly: "Just half a month ago, I donated three million plot points to our sect."
"In the past, I have done nothing less to pay tuition fees and contribute to the sect. Everyone is just a living, so there is no reason that I can't eat enough, and I have to feed the worms in the sect. All the masters and uncles present are also There are companies and industries. If everyone is willing to sacrifice themselves for others and donate all their property to the sect, then I, Bao Yulong, will be bold enough to take the risk of not being able to do it and suppress this list."
"Little Bao! That's not what you said... This final benefit is not yours, and Zhenjun has not set any time limit. Why should you delay your relationship with the big guy for the sake of... your own interests?" ?" Another monk said, his tone seemed much softer than the previous one, but his attitude did not change after all.
Bao Yulong sneered in his heart, but he also knew that if he wanted to promote the blood talisman in the Baotong world and let the elite monks of the Baotong world come to buy identities, the monks of the Wandao Sect must help promote it.
This time negotiations are inevitable.
Bao Yulong deliberately showed a look of struggle on his face.
Then he sighed and said, "Everyone! Let's each take a step back."
"The identities on the list... I will keep them within the sect for half a month, so everyone can have more time to prepare."
"Half a month later, there will be another quota auction, based on the price set by the True Lord, and the one with the highest price will get it. The extra plot points... 30% will be distributed by the sect, and the remaining 70% will still have to be handed over to True Lord. What do you think?"
Bao Yulong's proposal was recognized by some monks present.
This group of monks is obviously already thinking about the white wolves with empty gloves.
After the quota auction, there will be a huge amount of plot points in the sect.
They then find a way to 'call up' this amount of plot points, and then purchase the quota... rounding up means they spent no money.
"No, 37% is fine, but the sect must account for 70%." A monk said.
Bao Yulong smiled and said nothing, but turned around and bowed down to the statue of Miao Tianzhen.
The monk immediately turned pale.
Although Mr. Miao Tianzhen didn't show anything strange from beginning to end.
But all the monks were confident that Lord Miao Tianzhen was watching the gathering.
They can have the courage to use their identity and cultivation to suppress Bao Yulong, but they dare not act arrogantly in front of this mysterious Lord Miao Tianzhen.
"Fifty-five points! Promoting blood symbols and promoting identity purchases requires the use of real resources. If you want to integrate resources... you will need to spend huge profits. And... the auction of identity quotas needs to be moved in the future... at least three real Months of time, otherwise, we will not have time to collect enough plot points, even if we find other monks to change... it will take time." The dean of Wandao Zongtianzhuyuan stood up to speak at this moment.
His words had the final word, and the small discussions around him also calmed down.
This condition did not cross Bao Yulong's psychological bottom line, so after pretending to struggle, Bao Yulong said: "Okay! The pressure from the master... I, Bao Yulong, shouldered it with all my strength. I will give Dean Zhu face for this matter, and at the same time It’s also because of the friendship between being both disciples of Wandao Sect, but...if this friendship only comes and goes, I’m afraid it will fade away sooner or later.”
After getting vaccinated and asking for benefits in a subtle way.
Bao Yulong then took out the sealing spirit tablet, and then stretched out his hand to draw it.
A long list, together with a large number of albums, were all condensed and manifested.
One copy per person fell into the hands of many monks present.
"Now that it's settled, everyone might as well take a look at the list first. If you're interested, you can spend one-fifth of the plot points to make a reservation. If you regret it later, the deposit will not be refunded. If there is any overlap, it will be on a first-come, first-served basis... I The deposit will be refunded in full." Bao Yulong said with a flourish of his sleeves.
Then he drew a quota and paid the full amount generously.
Looking at the dimmed pattern on the list album, some monks looked at the album curiously.
