Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 340 The Little Monk’s Risk Hedging
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting heated up, the auctioneer immediately struck while the iron was hot and changed her tone to a more passionate one.

"This cactus is a rare object from outer space. It fell to the top of Mount Handang with a meteorite half a month ago."

After saying that, she tapped the booth with her finger, and three blue lotuses bloomed from the incense burner in the corner. Combined with the equipment bought from Qianji Pavilion, the scene of that day was transformed.

"According to the cultivator who found this palm, the weather on Handang Mountain was clear that day, with the sun high in the sky. However, at noon, a comet suddenly fell to the ground, splitting the sky and blocking out the sun.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky had turned dark, like a dark moon burning the sky, and he could hear the faint sounds of dragons and phoenixes.

The auctioneer has great speaking skills and speaks so vividly that it seems as if she was there that day.

“You all have seen the pattern on the palm. I believe the aura has been aroused at this moment, and this is just one of its wonderful methods.

“If one can comprehend the mysteries within, transforming into a spirit and refining into emptiness will be easy, and ascending to the Mahayana stage will not be impossible.”

After she finished speaking, she deliberately paused for a moment, giving the monks and the auction house's agents time to set the pace and discuss.

If such words were said in the past, these cunning cultivators would definitely not believe it.

But because the broken palm was too miraculous, the auctioneer's pure nonsense actually had some credibility in their ears.

The combination of secret treasures and strange phenomena is common sense in the eyes of these casual cultivators.

But just as the auctioneer, who came from a background of stand-up comedy, was about to bring up some ancient secrets to further embellish the broken palm, a discordant voice interrupted her narration.

"Since this thing is so miraculous, why don't you keep it for yourself, but sell it instead?
"Don't you like your own ascension to Mahayana?"

Upon hearing this, the auctioneer remained expressionless and looked in the direction of the voice.

The one who spoke was a child half his age, with a shaved head and wearing an ordinary robe. It didn't look like it was from the main Donghai Buddhist temple, but just some common stuff.

The auctioneer felt that she was not wrong and guessed that this person must be an ignorant and wild monk.

I don’t know where his master is?

Don't understand any rules.

The auctioneer wasn't angry either, she explained in a friendly manner.

"Master, first of all, this is a place like this. We run an auction house, so of course we have to follow the client's wishes. If the client wants to sell, how can we withhold the auction items without permission?"

The little monk had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked innocent. He spoke clearly and with full energy.

At this moment, everyone in the field looked at him, and he did not show any sign of fear.

“Industry regulations don’t prohibit auction houses from purchasing items from their clients, so the question remains.

"If this item truly can give people the opportunity to attain Mahayana enlightenment, then why don't you keep it for yourselves? Instead of giving this opportunity to us, why don't you just take a small commission?
"And since you don't like ascending to Mahayana, does the client not like it either?"

"This..." The auctioneer was speechless for a moment after being told by the little monk.

When it comes to auctions, the first thing to consider is vision, and the second is impulse buying.

When you come across those ambiguous good things, if the atmosphere is right, a hammer hits them, and a dog lifts them, it is common to sell them for several times the price.

But once you calm down, many things become different.

After all, there is no reason to spend money overnight.

At this time, after the little monk's well-reasoned analysis, many monks in the venue calmed down to some extent, and they began to look at the auctioneer with strange eyes.

Seeing that the auctioneer was frightened by him, the young monk continued.

"In my opinion, although this object has a strange origin, it is actually useless. If this array pattern is really as magical as you said, how could you show it to me so openly?

"I'm afraid it's because the palm print array talisman is broken and has long been useless. Otherwise, if I were you, I would definitely divide this palm into three parts and sell them.

"One copy for the palm print, one copy for the palm itself, and one copy for the crystal stone wrapped around the palm."

"I have a friend named Zhang Ze who once told me about a term called split sales. He said that selling something in pieces is the only way to cheat people out of money."

After hearing what the little monk said, the auctioneer was sweating profusely, because there was nothing wrong with what the little monk said.

'We can't let him continue.'

The auctioneer coughed lightly and signaled the security guard with her eyes to act quickly and get the troublesome little monk out.

Unexpectedly, the little monk's eyes suddenly became sharp, just like an arhat descending to the earth. For a moment, his aura overwhelmed the black-clad security guards and auctioneers.

"Don't do it, I have something to say."

"Master, please speak..." the auctioneer responded subconsciously.

"I, a humble monk, was born in the Buddhist sect of Donghai, so my eyesight is not wrong. This hand is entangled with karma and is indeed an evil object. If left unchecked, it may cause great disaster.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have been affected by it recently!" the little monk said confidently.

"I...it seems true. I've been having nightmares lately..."

After hearing what the little monk said, some people actually started to murmur.

The little monk clasped his hands together, looking compassionate.

“ε=(ο｀*))) Alas, the disaster has arrived…”

"Then... then Master, what should we do?" A black-robed monk ignored the auctioneer's fiery eyes and raised his hand to ask.

"Hand it over." The little monk smiled slightly, "I will keep this thing in my care for the time being. I will ask someone to bring it back to the Buddhist sect and suppress it in the Zen forest.

"Of course, we Buddhists will also compensate you."

"Wait a minute, why should I believe you?" The auctioneer frowned slightly at the little monk.

Although she never said it, she actually felt that this palm was indeed a bit evil.

More than once, the auctioneer vaguely heard this hand talking to her.

It's just that I never heard it clearly.

However, if I just hand it in, wouldn't that be very embarrassing, and I wouldn't be able to explain it to my superiors...

What if it was just my illusion and this little monk was a liar?
"Master, please prove your identity as a Buddhist from the East China Sea first." The auctioneer bowed.

"I have a token of my loyalty with me, and your auction house will know it at a glance."

As he spoke, the little monk raised his foot and kicked the big monk next to him.

The big monk was like a black pagoda, just like a hairless black bear. He had been sleeping there since the auction started, sleeping soundly.

However, since he doesn't snore, no one cares.

At this moment, he was kicked by his master. He rubbed his eyes and woke up. He looked at the little monk and asked, "Is it over, Master? Are they going to do the same as Zha Shide, and still provide a meal after the auction?"

"It's over! Speak more politely! What do you mean it's over? Master! Give me my robes."

The young monk whispered something and hooked his finger at the big monk.

The monk was still a little confused. "The robes, if they're not here, then they're in your bag, right?"

"Isn't my bag with you?" the little monk asked in surprise.

The big monk said, "Package? What bag? You never gave me one."

"You lost it?" The little monk forgot to transmit the message and exclaimed in surprise.

"Give it to me, what did I lose..." The big monk was still a little confused and answered incoherently.

Because of this conversation, the little monk's image as a great man was shattered.

The auctioneer pointed.

"Get these two liars out of here!"

"Hey, wait, I have a witness. Wait for me to call someone. Disciple, give me the little walnut that Zhang Ze gave me." The little monk waved his hand, signaling the security guards to stay calm.

"Little Walnut?" The big monk scratched his head. "Isn't it in your bag?"

"Where's the bag?"

"Master, you lost it."

"you"

The auctioneer could no longer bear it and pointed at the two monks, one big and one small, and shouted angrily again.

"Get these two liars out of here!"

The little monk: “…”

Mee Mee, who had been watching the show from the side, watched the little monk being forked out and secretly followed him. If she heard correctly, the little monk said that he knew Zhang Ze.

Fearing that these two people (mainly the black monk who looked like a bear demon) would cause trouble, the auction house dispatched the highest-powered security captain and deputy captain.

Two steel forks came out at the same time, and in a moment they impaled the two men outside Longxu City.

After dropping the two men off on a hill, the security captain in black flicked his sleeves and left.

"Don't let me see you two again."

Watching the security captain leave, the elder monk complained, "Master, could you please stop using deceptive tactics and be more positive and honest like me?"

"Let's not talk about it for now. Are you simply after the treasure, or do you really think there's something strange about that hand? If you want to prove your identity, wouldn't it be enough if you just reveal your golden body and shine the Buddha's light? By then, I'm afraid the owner of the auction house will have to treat you to a meal."

The young monk asked, "Can I use my golden body casually? My calamity is coming again soon. If I use my golden body now, then... how do I say the word that Brother Zhang taught me?"

"CD, Master." The big monk replied.

"Yes, by then my golden body CD will not be able to turn over. Am I going to wait for death here? Can you have some strategic vision?" The little monk looked at his big black apprentice with a look of disappointment.

The big monk looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. He didn't want to criticize his master, but because he felt uncomfortable keeping it in, he said it out loud.

"Since you know your doom is coming, why don't you just stay quiet for a while? Instead, why do you want to provoke that auction house?"

The monk was sleeping and didn't know anything about the cactus.

"I was thinking of hedging the risk. That palm is indeed entangled in karma. If I can resolve the karma of that hand, maybe I can get away with this disaster." The little monk muttered softly.

"Master, I think you like to meddle in other people's affairs, but you don't even understand what you are doing." The big monk urged again.

"What do you mean?" The little monk glared at his apprentice and at the same time reached out to scratch his back, where he felt a little itchy.

"It means you're not thinking before you act. Even if you don't want to use the golden body, why not use the small walnut? Just send a message to Brother Zhang and ask him to find someone to prove it for you."

Little monk, "Didn't you lose the little walnut?"

The elder monk said, "First of all, the bag was definitely not lost by me, it was definitely lost by you, Master. Secondly, even though Little Walnut was lost, we can still borrow it from others, right? If you borrow Little Walnut first and then go and show off, will the result be any different?"

The little monk was silent for a long time, then smiled awkwardly, "Then why didn't you remind me?"

"I was sleeping, and you didn't ask me." The big monk spread his hands innocently.

"And I told you to put it in your ring, put it in your ring, but you wouldn't listen. You just carried it around with you every day, and now look what's happened, you've lost it all."

Seeing that his disciple was still nagging, the young monk coughed lightly and said, "Okay, stop talking about this.

"The most urgent thing now is to get the bag back, or borrow a small walnut from someone, and then tell Zhang Ze about this. You... wait a moment, please scratch my back for me, it's so itchy there."

As he spoke, the young monk sat down on a piece of bluestone with his back to his disciple.

The big monk responded, half-knelt down, and lifted up the master's clothes, but just as he was about to reach out, he froze on the spot.

"What are you looking at? What's going on there?" The young monk saw his apprentice standing there in a daze for a long time and asked hurriedly.

"There is a hand seal there, Master," the monk replied.

The little monk said, "It must have been that black-robed monk who took the photo just now. He was very ruthless. I will definitely complain to him next time."

"It shouldn't be his, Master." The big monk shook his head.

The young monk asked, "Whose is that?"

"I don't know. This handprint only has four fingers. The pinky finger is missing."

The big monk looked at the pitch-black handprints and counted them again.

The little monk asked, "?"

He turned around to look at his apprentice, but before he could say anything, a black gas came out of his mouth and nose, and he fell straight down.

"Ah! Master, what's wrong with you? Master, please don't die!"

The big monk stretched out his hand to help the master up, but as soon as his hand touched, his eyes rolled back and he fell down.

——The dividing line of the great catastrophe——

Quite far away from Xiaotun Village, near someone's resurrection point.

Zhang Ze took his junior sister and walked towards the place where he had opened the coffin.

Deep underground here is a tributary of the Qing River's underground water vein. Due to siltation in the river channel, the water level has gradually dropped over the decades, revealing not only the moist riverbed but also many things that were washed and stranded in the mud.

From a distance, it looks like a floating cemetery.

Zhang Ze originally thought that this place was secret and there were no treasures, so nothing would come back after he left. However, he did not expect that he would be blocked by a giant creature as soon as he arrived.

A wolf-headed centipede emerged from the mud. Its entire body was pitch black, except for a snow-white streak in the center of its head, which had transformed into a skeletal wolf head, like a vertical pupil.

"Brother, did you defeat this thing and make it crawl out?" asked the little sister, looking at the monster in front of her with her hands in her pockets.

Zhang Ze looked at the wolf-headed centipede and shook his head. "I can't remember. After I opened the coffin, I was teleported out directly. I didn't even see the surrounding environment clearly. I didn't know there was such a thing here."

"Is this thing for you to guard the door?" Ali asked curiously.

"Doesn't that mean this monster has been lurking here for countless years, yet it hasn't even been discovered by the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain? That's incredible."

"Some creatures are gifted in this way, like the Nightmare King in the dream, who hangs around under the noses of the big bosses of Buddhism and the Beast Taming Sect every day, looking for their disciples to borrow yang energy to continue the family line, but he has never been discovered." The junior sister explained to A Li.

"Indeed." Ali nodded.

The three men stood there motionless, commenting on the wolf-headed centipede.

This disrespectful behavior obviously aroused the protest of a centipede.

The wolf-headed centipede let out a hissing sound and leaned forward to rush towards the three people.

But the next moment, golden light bloomed in the darkness underground, and Ari appeared in the form of a dragon.

Because Ari is too weak now, it can only transform partially and cannot transform into a dragon completely.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the centipede’s wolf-like head looked somewhat similar to A’li’s.

A'li's wolf-shaped dragon head rose into the air and blocked the centipede.

Golden flames overflowed from A'li's mouth and bit the centipede.

The centipede's bone armor shattered, and the corrupt aura of Timei was burned away by the golden flame.

Crunchy, chicken flavor.

Before Zhang Ze and Chen Qin could stop it, the wolf-headed centipede was swallowed by A Li without any resistance.

Ari fell from the air, turned back into a ball, and burped contentedly.

"Why are you eating it?" Zhang Ze walked forward, picked up A Li, and examined her from the front and back.

"It's self-defense. It's not a registered spiritual beast of the Beast Taming Sect. Why can't I eat it?" A Li Mang Cricket pupa, broke free from Zhang Ze's big hand, and jumped to the ground. "This is called cruel nature, understand?"

Zhang Ze, "But that thing is a bug."

"What's wrong with the bug?" Ali was puzzled.

Zhang Ze, "Do you eat cockroaches?"

Ah Li, "..."

A'li said nothing, walked up and kicked Zhang Ze's ankles hard twice.

The farce was over, and they did not encounter a second centipede after that. Not wanting to cause any more trouble, the group used their escape skills and came directly to the end of this "cemetery".

The only coffin with the lid opened was placed there.

The coffin was dark gold in color, and the lid was engraved with a black tiger pattern, which looked majestic and solemn, full of a murderous aura.

"Are you sure you were a good person back then? This coffin doesn't look like one for a good person." Ali jumped onto the lid of the coffin and took a look inside.

"What qualifications do you have to criticize me? You are still sealed in the snake statue. Do you look like a good person?" Zhang Ze glanced at A'li.

A Li snorted coldly and stopped talking. She sat on the coffin lid and continued to study the black tiger text, trying to find evidence that Zhang Ze was not a good person.

Regardless of A'li's antics, the junior sister walked around Zhang Ze's coffin and found a clue beside the slanted coffin lid.

"Brother, why is there a handprint here?"

(End of this chapter)