Reborn back to the day I descended the mountain, Miss Ji, I will take responsibility for you!

Li Furong may not know the value of goods, but that doesn't mean others don't.

Ji Xiaoren had dabbled in antique and jade artifacts before, though he wasn't exactly an expert.

But they were discerning; their eyes widened at the sight of the soft, creamy yellow.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen glanced at Li Furong disdainfully and said, "If you can buy the same Buddhist beads for fifty million, I'll consider you impressive."

"If you don't know what's good for you, don't embarrass yourself here."

Li Furong was immediately enraged and said, "What did you say? I think you're just some roadside stall smuggler. Fifty million? Why don't you just rob someone?"

At this moment, Ji Xiaoren pulled Li Furong aside, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

Li Furong was still angry, and immediately said irritably, "Why are you pulling me! This kid dares to act all high and mighty here."

"Fifty million? I refuse to believe that such a string of broken beads is worth fifty million."

Ji Xiaoren coldly replied, "Stop talking. Aren't you ashamed enough? Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"

When Li Furong saw Ji Xiaoren's expression, her heart skipped a beat.

Some asked incredulously, "This string of broken beads is really worth fifty million?"

Ji Xiaoren remained silent, but Ye Chen calmly said, "The broken bead you mentioned is made of top-grade Hetian yellow jade."

"That one bead alone is worth 500,000. A string of prayer beads has 108 beads. Auntie, you should be able to do this simple math, right?"

Upon hearing this, Li Furong's expression darkened even further. She didn't even need to calculate; the materials alone would cost 54 million.

At this moment, Ye Chen continued, "What's even more remarkable is that all 108 of them are of uniform color and quality."

Do you know how much effort it takes to collect a string of beads like this?

Li Furong fell silent, while those around her stared at the string of Buddhist prayer beads in the hand of the Ji family's great-grandmother.

Looking at that even color, everyone gasped in surprise.

It should be noted that Hetian yellow jade is already rare, and each of the prayer beads is of the standard size with a radius of 1.08 centimeters.

Moreover, even within the same piece of jade, the color can vary slightly.

The price to collect such a string of Buddha statues is unimaginable; Li Furong looks like a clown in this situation.

Ye Chen spoke again, "Moreover, I also asked Master Shi Yongzhen to chant sutras ten thousand times to consecrate this string of Buddhist beads. Do you know what that means?"

"What?" Even the great-grandmother of the Ji family was somewhat surprised.

You should know that Master Shi Yongzhen is a high-ranking monk of Shaolin Temple, and it is extremely difficult to even get a meeting with him on a normal day.

Items blessed by a master, even the most ordinary peach wood beads, can sell for millions of dollars.

What's more, this is a string of exquisite Buddhist prayer beads made of Hetian yellow jade.

Li Furong immediately sneered, "Who do you think you are, having Master Shi Yongzhen chant sutras ten thousand times for consecration? You're just bragging without thinking."

At this moment, the people around Ye Chen also felt that Ye Chen had exaggerated a bit too much.

Just then, the butler's loud shout came from the doorway.

"Master Shi Yongzhen has arrived at Shaolin Temple!"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent, and everyone looked at Ye Chen with disbelief.

Li Furong froze on the spot, then suddenly thought of something and said, "Ha, that's good, the main character is here, let's see how you brag now."

Grandma Ji didn't care about anything else and hurriedly got up to go to the door to greet this enlightened monk.

However, Shi Yongzhen had already reached the entrance of the banquet hall, even though he was only wearing the most ordinary monk's robe.

But the moment he stepped into the banquet hall, he became the center of attention.

Although he is already ninety years old, Shi Yongzhen still walks with the vigor of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.

He was somewhat thin, and his monk's robes were a bit too big for him, but he looked very energetic.

Long eyebrows that droop from the corners of the eyes all the way down to the cheeks.

Although his face was covered with wrinkles, he gave people a kind and gentle feeling.

"Master, you have come from afar. Please forgive me for not welcoming you properly," said the great-grandmother of the Ji family respectfully.

Shi Yongzhen returned the greeting with a single palm raised, saying, "This humble monk has come uninvited; please do not take offense, host."

"It is my honor that you can come. Please take a seat, Master," said the great-grandmother of the Ji family hurriedly.

Shi Yongzhen waved his hand slightly and said, "No, I came here for something I haven't finished."

"What is it?" The great-grandmother of the Ji family was a little puzzled, after all, their family had no dealings with this master on a regular basis.

Shi Yongzhen, however, looked at the long string of Buddhist prayer beads in the hand of the Ji family's great-grandmother.

He said, "Benefactor Ye, please allow this humble monk to recite the sutra ten thousand times. I thought about it carefully yesterday, and I still need to recite it once more."

"I have come today to make up for the missing pieces. I would be grateful if you, Benefactor Ji, would do me this favor."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped, and even the great-grandmother of the Ji family looked utterly astonished.

He subconsciously offered the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, and Shi Yongzhen took them and held them in his palm.

Ignoring the stares of those around him, he sat cross-legged and began chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Although his voice was very soft, everyone could hear it clearly.

As the scriptures were recited, everyone felt a sense of peace and relaxation.

The wooden box containing the fake white-robed Guanyin painting trembled slightly.

The Heart Sutra can be recited in just three minutes.

Shi Yongzhen stood up and handed the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand to the great-grandmother of the Ji family.

He smiled and said, "Now that my mission is accomplished, I will not linger any longer."

As Shi Yongzhen turned to leave, Ji's great-grandmother quickly stopped him.

Unfortunately, Shi Yongzhen clearly did not want to stay any longer, and at that moment Ye Chen spoke up: "Master, please wait a moment."

Shi Yongzhen then stopped and looked at Ye Chen, cupping his hands in greeting, "Benefactor Ye, is there anything else you wish to teach me?"

Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "I dare not presume to offer my guidance. There is another matter I would like to trouble you with, Master."

As he spoke, Ye Chen picked up the scroll box containing the fake White-Robed Guanyin painting and said, "There is a fake White-Robed Guanyin painting here, although the painting is fake."

“But my great-grandmother’s devotion to Buddhism is genuine, so I would like to ask a master to consecrate this painting.”

Shi Yongzhen frowned slightly, and the great-grandmother of the Ji family quickly said, "Xiao Fan, we have already troubled the master with these prayer beads, how can we trouble him again?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "Being able to consecrate the Guanyin portrait would be a meritorious act for Master Yongzhen, and I think he would be willing."

As he spoke, Ye Chen took out the scroll and opened it in front of Shi Yongzhen.

The moment the scroll was unfurled, Shi Yongzhen sensed the fierce and malevolent aura emanating from it.

His brows furrowed instantly, his eyes flashed with golden light, and his expression became solemn.

In Shi Yongzhen's eyes, the painting returned to its original appearance.

Upon seeing the evil spirit disguised as Guanyin in the painting, Shi Yongzhen immediately became furious, his brows furrowing like an angry Vajra.

Grandma Ji thought Master Shi Yongzhen was angry and was just about to apologize.

Then Master Shi Yongzhen spoke up: "What Benefactor Ye said is absolutely right. It is indeed a meritorious deed to consecrate this painting."

What others might not have thought much of, Ye Chen interpreted it as a double entendre.

Ye Chen said, "This painting comes from Japan. I'll leave the rest to you, Master."

This statement was also a double entendre, and Shi Yongzhen clearly understood Ye Chen's meaning.

He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, it is simply my duty, thank you for your trouble, Benefactor Ye."

After receiving the painting, Shi Yongzhen said, "I will return this painting in three days."

After saying that, Shi Yongzhen turned and left without lingering. Everyone looked at Shi Yongzhen's back with longing.

Only Li Furong looked unwell; the slap in the face came too quickly, and she couldn't accept it for a moment.

Just then, the butler's loud call came from the doorway again.

"The Qin family of Wucheng has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Li Furong's face immediately lit up with joy, and Ji Ruoyun's voice came from the doorway.