"Next, we are going to auction a rare treasure, the Sleeping Arhat Picture!"
"boom!"
At the auction table, as soon as Qian Ruhai finished speaking, a powerful aura instantly locked onto him.
"Qian Ruhai, you Wanbao Pavilion dare to auction this thing!!!"
There was a hint of anger in Kongwen's eyes, and his tone was terrifyingly low.
"Hahaha, old bald donkey Kongwen, I never thought that your Zen Buddhism would have such a day!"
"Qian Ruhai, bid, bid for me quickly."
"This thing, my Zhenwu Daoguan must get it no matter what!"
Compared to Kong Wen who was about to explode, Xu Wu Ji was somewhat gloating.
The Sleeping Arhat Picture is a treasure of Zen Buddhism that has been lost for thousands of years.
It is said that this picture of the Sleeping Arhat contains a set of Zen Buddhism's unique martial arts, the Sleeping Arhat Fist.
At this auction, the appearance of the Sleeping Arhat painting made Kong Wen both happy and angry.
The good news is that the Sleeping Arhat picture that had been lost for thousands of years has reappeared.
What makes people angry is that Wanbao Pavilion knows that the Sleeping Arhat Picture is a lost treasure of Zen Buddhism, yet dares to put it up for auction openly.
"Master Kongwen, this matter has nothing to do with our Wanbao Pavilion."
"This Sleeping Arhat painting wasn't brought out by our Wanbao Pavilion. It was brought to us by another customer, taking advantage of the Wancheng Auction, to be auctioned off."
Qian Ruhai's face was full of innocence.
This picture of a sleeping arhat was indeed taken out from their Wanbao Pavilion.
But Qian Ruhai really didn't know when this picture of the Sleeping Arhat entered the Wanbao Pavilion's treasure house.
Qian Ruhai only knew that since he inherited the position of the head of Wanbao Pavilion, this picture of the Sleeping Arhat had been in the treasure house of Wanbao Pavilion headquarters.
This picture of a sleeping arhat is indeed a priceless treasure for Zen Buddhism.
But this picture of the sleeping arhat is an absolute time bomb for Wanbao Pavilion.
Once the Zen Buddhism knew that this picture of the sleeping arhat was in the Wanbao Pavilion, I am afraid that the Wanbao Pavilion would be in dire straits.
As for the issue of destruction, Qian Ruhei had never even thought about it.
Not to mention the huge commercial value of this treasure, let’s just talk about the consequences of destroying this picture of the Sleeping Arhat.
As the saying goes, if you don’t want others to know, don’t do it yourself.
Once the news that Wanbao Pavilion destroyed the Sleeping Arhat Picture is known to Zen Buddhism, Wanbao Pavilion will surely face the Zen Buddhism's terrible revenge.
By then, even if Wanbao Pavilion had the support of the Tianwu Dynasty, it would still be useless.
Therefore, taking advantage of this rare auction opportunity, Qian Ruhai not only took out the Sleeping Arhat Painting, but also took to the auction many treasures that were useless and would be a pity to destroy.
According to his original words, since it would just be gathering dust in the treasure house anyway, it would be better to make as much money as possible.
"Amitabha!"
"Donor Qian, if that's the case, then please tell me who is auctioning this Sleeping Arhat painting."
After chanting the Buddha's name, Kongwen returned to his calm state.
He knew that he had been a little obsessed before.
"Master Kongwen, you are really making things difficult for me, Qian."
"My Wanbao Pavilion is open for business, and the privacy of our customers is like our second life."
"If I reveal this customer's information to you this time, who will dare to buy and sell things in my Wanbao Pavilion in the future?"
"So, Master Kongwen, it's not that I, Qian, don't give you face."
"This matter is really difficult for me."
Qian Ruhai had a bitter look on his face and kept bowing to express his apologies towards Box No. 3 where Kong Wen was.
"Hahaha!"
"Master Qian, don't worry. This old bald donkey is at least a high-ranking Zen monk. I believe that he would never do such a thing as robbing the treasure."
Yang Wudi's tone was somewhat teasing. He was determined to take advantage of this rare opportunity to strike.
"Amitabha!"
"Donor Qian, please start the auction as soon as possible!"
After chanting the Buddha's name, Kongwen silently recited the Diamond Sutra to pray for himself.
Oh, I’m going to bleed profusely!
Looking at the Sleeping Arhat painting on the auction table, Linghui knew that he could no longer stop his master from spending money.
Of course, he wouldn't stop it.
Purchasing the Sleeping Arhat Picture is much more important than purchasing the Spirit Gathering Liquid.
"Sleeping Arhat Painting, starting price: one million spirit stones, each bid must not be less than one hundred thousand spirit stones!"
"Auction starts now!"
After hearing Kong Wen's words, Qian Ruhai felt a little relieved.
Then, the auction of the Sleeping Arhat painting began quickly.
"Zen, one million spirit stones!"
After Qian Ruhai announced the start of the auction, Kong Wen made a bid immediately.
"Demon Cult, two million spirit stones!"
However, before Kong Wen finished his words, a sneer crossed Yang Wudi's lips, and he doubled the price without hesitation.
If none of the forces present had any problem with their minds, this picture of the Sleeping Arhat would eventually fall into the hands of Zen Buddhism.
But this does not mean that Kongwen can easily take down this picture of sleeping arhat.
Those forces that are at odds with Zen Buddhism will definitely wait for an opportunity to raise the price, causing Zen Buddhism to consume a large amount of spirit stones.
In this way, they could not only disgust Zen Buddhism, but also eliminate a favorable competitor for the subsequent auction.
"Amitabha!"
"Zen Sect, 2.1 million spirit stones."
Kong Wen was mentally prepared for Yang Wudi's price increase.
Kong Wen would not be too worried as long as the Sleeping Arhat Painting was not bought by the Zhenwu Taoist Temple.
After all, Zen Buddhism is quite good at explaining things.
As long as there is a force that dares to snatch away this painting of the Sleeping Arhat, Kongwen doesn't mind taking the Zen people to that force after the auction to talk to them about Buddhist scriptures and discuss Buddhist principles.
"Zhenwu Taoist Temple, three million spirit stones."
"Old bald donkey, this is your Zen sect's peerless martial arts, don't be so stingy."
There was a hint of evil smile on Xu Wuji's lips. It was rare to see a day that could make the old bald donkey Kong Wen suffer a loss.
"Amitabha!"
"Xu Wuji, just tell me the truth. How many spirit stones do I need to spend to get this Sleeping Arhat painting?"
Kong Wen's words were very direct, and he simply ignored other forces except the Zhenwu Taoist Temple.
"Demon Cult, five million spirit stones!"
A cold light flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes. He wanted to let Kong Wen know what the consequences would be if he ignored him, Yang Wudi.
However, the next voice made the entire auction hall fall silent.
"Ten million spirit stones!"
In the No. 1 box, Ninth had a playful smile on his face.
The Sleeping Arhat Picture. With this treasure, he can try to exchange it with Zen Buddhism for something more important to him.
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