"Don't bother with this guy. Let's go and take a look at the auction.”
Bai Luo said, ignoring Wang Jian, who was already prepared to fight.
He walked towards the market outside the Taihu Military Camp.
"Old general Wang Jian, it's best that you don't fight. Very soon, you will have the opportunity to conquer many countries.”
"This…"
Wang Jian looked at the two people's departing backs and felt somewhat desolate for a moment.
Bai Luo and Ying Yinman walked all the way to the market outside the Taihu Military Camp. Only then did they slow down their pace and slowly observe this newly built market.
The market wasn't big. There were a few shops on the streets.
In the middle was a ring-shaped three-story building.
On it were the words Great Qin Auction House.
"That's right, it's a pity that we met too late. Otherwise, why would Great Qin's progress be so slow?”
Ying Yinman looked at the various businesses in the Sky Dragon World, the Tai Lake Military Camp, the market, and Song Bing, who was paying year coins not far away.
" It's nothing; it's still too slow. Jixia Learning Palace has to start operating as soon as possible; that's how Great Qin can quickly digest the other worlds.”
Bai Luo shook his head and reminded him when he thought of Jixia Learning Palace.
Ying Yinman also knew the importance of this matter.
"How are the preparations for the auction going? How many Buddhist factions have gathered in the world?”
Bai Luo looked at Xin Shuangqing and said indifferently.
"Lord Wu Anjun, more than 300 Buddhist factions have gathered, but only 10% of them are qualified to participate in the auction.”
Xin Shuangqing was a little nervous.
She had never thought that she would be given the heavy responsibility of managing the city square. Ever since she took office, she had been conscientious and conscientious, afraid that she would say or do something wrong and lose the qualifications to manage the city square.
"Not bad, it's already not bad to have these. However, we can't let go of those small factions. We can give some low-grade things to these small factions.”
Bai Luo reminded Xin Shuangqing.
He had sent many things to the Heavenly Dragon World before. Among them, the lower-grade Buddhist arts and crafts could not compare to the three items at the finale.
He sold some to some small monasteries.
He could also collect a lot of money.
They could not underestimate small factions. Small factions were also Buddhist sects, right?
"Yes, I'll instruct my disciples to do it later.”
Xin Shuangqing heaved a sigh of relief.
"Let's set the first auction for fifteen minutes later. We'll split it into three auctions to give them time to gather money.”
Bai Luo immediately set the auction venue.
The main thing was that there were three finale items. If they were auctioned off in one round, how could these Buddhist factions be provoked to crazily mobilize money to fight?
Upon hearing this, Xin Shuangqing bowed slightly before turning around to prepare for the auction.
Fifteen minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Under Xin Shuangqing's arrangements, the group of eminent monks took the number plates they had bought previously and entered the ring-shaped building in the center of the market.
"The first item is a crystal Buddha hand. The starting price is ten thousand silver taels.”
Xin Shuangqing held a crystal palm that was holding a seal and placed it vertically on the high platform in front of him.
"Swish, swish, swish."
More than thirty pairs of eyes gathered on the Buddha's hand on the high platform, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little heavy.
It was as if a storm was gathering.
A few beams of light from the lower part of the high platform were shot out from the little thing that Bai Luo had handed to Xin Shuangqing. The Buddha's hand that was like clear water instantly flickered with a colorful light.
"Ten thousand taels."
"Twenty thousand taels."
"It's a pity to give this crystal Buddha hand to those monks.”
Ying Yinman's gaze swept across the high platform below.
When he saw the Buddha's hand erupting with dazzling light, although he knew which items were worthless, he was still a little dissatisfied.
"Unfortunately, I can't say for sure.”
Bai Luo shook her head. This thing had cost some money and was specially made in batches.
What was there to be dissatisfied about?
Xin Shuangqing tried her best to stir up her emotions.
However, the group of monks seemed to have settled down and did not react at all. In the end, the first Buddha's hand was auctioned off at the price of 40,000 taels of silver.
"It's a pity that I only managed to get such a small amount.”
Bai Luo was not too satisfied. It was much worse than he had expected.
A few treasures were auctioned off one after another.
Only then did his dissatisfaction gradually disappear.
This mud horse was in line with his position as a big fat sheep in his heart.
"No wonder you said that Buddhism is rich. How can this be the wealth that the martial arts world can gather?”
Ying Yinman's eyes sparkled slightly.
It was not an exaggeration to say that he was spending money like dirt.
Soon, it was time for the first round of finale items.
A three-foot-tall pagoda with colorful lights appeared in front of the monks.
On the pagoda, the images of Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas were colorful. The Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas on the pagoda seemed to be about to fly out.
"Yes."
Bai Luo became spirited and stared down.
The craftsmanship was quite complicated.
However, it was simply too easy to trick these Buddhist factions into bidding.
"800,000 taels. This poor monk offers 300,000 taels. This treasure is for the Shaolin Temple.”
Xuan Ci shouted loudly, and there was even a trace of internal energy in his voice.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted Xuan Ci's smug expression.
The price did not stop and continued to rise.
Spending money like dirt, the Buddhist Sect's spending money like dirt.
"Let's go back to the barracks."
Bai Luo glanced at Ying Yinman. Seeing that she seemed to have lost her interest, Bai Luo didn't want to continue watching.
The first auction was basically a foregone conclusion.
The remaining two matches were about the same. There were still a few days between them, so there was nothing to see.
"Yes."
Ying Yinman nodded.
Then, he followed Bai Luo out of the small building in the market and returned to the Taihu Military Camp.
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