Mysterious mirror hanging high

It was late at night when Jing Yu returned to the inn, but he saw Song Qingya leaning against a pillar in the lobby, holding a lantern in his hand, as if waiting for Jing Yu.

"Are you back?" Song Qingya's expression was calm, and nothing could be seen.

"Well, have you been waiting for me here?" Jing Yu asked curiously.

"I'm just practicing by the way, uncle. You came back so late. Zhang Gengshi invited you to dinner. There won't be any exciting programs, right?" Song Qingya joked.

"You kid..." Jing Yu shook his head and laughed: "Why, are you afraid that the Zhang family will turn me against you?"

Then his expression straightened: "Master Song has taken great care of me over the years. He has taught me everything he knows about alchemy and divination. To me, he has become a semi-mentor. I am not an ungrateful person..."

"That's not the case." Song Qingya shook his head. "I know what kind of person Uncle has been in the Song family over the years. Besides, Zhang Gengshi is not a fool like Wang Xieqing. I'm afraid he is acting on his own initiative by looking for you."

"It's nothing more than an exchange of interests... He just likes this kind of thing. He always leaves room for maneuver and is content with a small fortune. He never bets everything on a big gamble."

"A person like him is more than qualified to be a family head who maintains the status quo, but unfortunately he lacks ambition... Of course, with the Zhang family's current size, if they can't produce a Yuanying Zhenjun, then it's the end of the world. How can they be ambitious? Zhang Gengshi is not wrong."

"What else did he tell you?"

Jing Yu hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "I talked about the inside story of the three Jindan True Immortals who perished in the Dinggu Secret Realm."

Song Qingya seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was a little strange: "Hmm... Do you also think that the Feng family is secretly pushing this?"

"Based on the logical chain of deduction, it's very likely, but we can't rule out the possibility of it being a pure accident." Jing Yu pondered, "No one can say for sure. After all, many things in reality are illogical."

"The truth behind this is probably only known to Master Song, the divination master back then."

Song Qingya said slowly, "Now that we've come to this point, I might as well tell you a little more."

"After eighty-six years, the [Dinggu Secret Realm] will soon drift to the vast void near the Red Dust Sea. It will soon run aground in the vast void and descend into the world."

"Unless a Yuanying Zhenjun can break through the void and force his way into such a small secret realm, cultivators below the Yuanying stage must hold a specially made secret realm token if they want to enter."

"It is said that a batch of [Dinggu Orders] will be auctioned at the Wanfo Auction this time. My Song family must buy at least three or five of them."

"You want to enter the [Dinggu Secret Realm]?" Jing Yu's heart moved.

"Not only our Song family, but also the Wang and Zhang families will send people in. One is to investigate the truth behind the deaths of the real masters, and the other is to collect the remains of their own real masters. Lord Wangshan has several Song family heirlooms on him that cannot be left outside. It's time for them to return to the Song family."

Jing Yu frowned and said, "Back then, the three immortals died mysteriously. I'm afraid no one knows what is in the Dinggu Secret Realm. After all, you are the Song family's golden elixir seed. Isn't it too dangerous?"

"There won't be anything in the Dinggu Secret Realm that could threaten a Jindan cultivator."

Song Qingya seemed quite certain of this: "If it is really as most people think, the Feng family's True Lord who is squatting in the secret realm would have left long ago."

"I'm just afraid that there will be Jindan cultivators from the other two families entering."

"There's no need to worry about this."

Song Qingya laughed and said, "The great masters of the various families won't act rashly these days. The number of Jindan cultivators that the Zhang and Wang families can mobilize is also limited. How can they possibly crowd all of them into this mere Foundation Establishment-level secret realm? At best, they can only have one or two low-grade Jindan-level early-stage cultivators."

He said meaningfully, "With Uncle's ability, a mere cultivator at the early stage of the Golden Core stage with a low-grade elixir shouldn't be able to stop you, right?"

Jing Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "That's true..."

"After this trip to the secret realm, Qingya will reward you handsomely."

Jing Yu asked curiously, "What's the reward? Tell me about it."

Song Qingya blinked his eyes and said, "Keep it secret for now. It's definitely what Uncle-in-law needs."

After Jing Yu left and returned to the guest room to rest, Song Qingya threw the lantern in his hand into the air, but it strangely hovered in the air.

The lantern suddenly opened its paper body, revealing the orange-yellow flame inside, and seemed to be circling around Song Qingya in a flattering manner.

【Lantern Ghost】.

Song Qingya glanced at the Lantern Ghost and sneered, "You've been out here for so long, it's time to go back to where you belong."

"A lantern must be taken out for a walk every day. The underworld didn't mention this when we prayed for the spirit."

Then he snapped his fingers suddenly.

Suddenly, a dark hole appeared in the void, sucking the [Lantern Ghost] in.

Song Qingya said to himself, "If you borrow something, you must return it. It won't be difficult to borrow again."

The lobby of the inn suddenly became dark, covering up the expression on Song Qingya's face. A gust of wind blew, and the entire lobby was suddenly empty.

----

Time passed, Jing Yu just retreated for a short while, and a month passed. The Wanfo Auction also started as scheduled.

He followed Song Qingya and Song Yuze out of the inn and found that Wanfo Island was now bustling with people, with many monks coming and going in different costumes.

We even saw quite a few ancient Buddhist monks in monk robes, with a strong smell of incense and vows on their bodies.

These ancient monks have a majestic aura, and it is obvious that they have many believers under their rule and are talented people who came from the Great Buddha Temple in Futu Xianzhou.

There are also many ancient Buddhist monks whose devotions and vows are sparse, and their realms show signs of instability. It is feared that they have lost their temples and become impoverished people who have drifted overseas.

The three of them walked towards the main venue and saw from afar a young monk with a gentle face and gray-white robes standing at the door. His cultivation in the late stage of foundation building was solid and condensed, and he had just passed away.

"Haha, Donor Ye, Donor Song, I have been waiting here for a long time." Yuanji put his hands together and said with a smile: "The direct descendants of the noble families all have private rooms. I will take you upstairs."

"Where is Sister Gong?" Song Qingya asked while holding the magic sword.

"Fairy Qingya has arrived at the private room, right next to the Song family's. You can go find her. I am here to greet several members of the noble family."

Going up to the private room on the second floor, they saw Gong Qingya had already arrived. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they each returned to the private room reserved by their clan. After sitting down, they looked down from the window and saw a Buddhist master in the early stage of the Golden Core Realm walking up to the stage and chanting a Buddhist mantra in a low voice:

"The Buddha is above."

"My name is Kong Jie, and I am the host of this auction."

"Knowing that you are all eager to participate, I will not waste any more words. The once-in-twenty-year Ten Thousand Buddhas Auction, the main venue auction, has officially begun!"