The Buddhist disciple was slightly startled: "Fellow Daoist Luo, do you really want this Buddhist bead? Then I will give it to you, so that we can establish a good relationship."
Daoist Luo immediately stopped the Buddhist disciple from handing over the beads. His bright eyes fixed on the pure and clear-sighted Buddhist disciple. Finally, he sighed helplessly and said, "In terms of affinity with the Buddha, I am indeed far inferior to the Buddhist disciple. Since the Buddhist disciple has already paid, the beads should belong to the Buddhist disciple."
The two sat back in their seats, and Luo Jianqing said, "Buddha, do you know what this Buddhist bead is?"
The Buddhist disciple said, "I don't know. Perhaps it really is the magic weapon of the Fourth Patriarch of our Buddhism."
Luo Jianqing laughed out loud and shook his head, saying, "This is indeed something from the Fourth Patriarch of Buddhism, but at the same time, it's not a magic weapon, it's actually a relic."
The disciple's fingers, fiddling with the beads, immediately stopped, a look of horror crossing his usually calm face. Soon, his eyes gleamed with madness, frightening Luo Jianqing so much that he froze. The disciple's face was filled with fascination, as if he had seen the most beloved thing in his life. He stared closely at the beads for a long moment before the frenzied glint in his eyes slowly dimmed.
The Buddhist disciple raised his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Luo, I didn't realize this was a relic. How did you know?"
Although Fozi tried his best to restrain himself when speaking, there was still a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in his voice.
Luo Jianqing had never seen the Buddhist disciple in this state before. After thinking for a while, he took out a person from the ring.
When the delicate and graceful child appeared in the box, a faint fragrance of elixir instantly spread. The pretty and lovely child frowned, and the fragrance suddenly stopped, disappearing as mysteriously as it had come.
The Buddhist disciple looked at the child in astonishment. Luo Jianqing introduced him, "This is my... a weapon spirit, named Qingjun."
Anything that could be taken out of the ring was definitely not a living thing. Luo Jianqing couldn't say it was the spirit of a ninth-grade elixir, so he could only say Qingjun was an artifact spirit. It wasn't that Luo Jianqing didn't trust the Buddha's character, but the ninth-grade elixir was so shocking that if it were revealed, it would inevitably cause a bloody storm.
The Buddhist disciple looked at Qingjun in confusion, only to see Qingjun calmly answer, "Thousands of years ago, I followed my master and saw the remains of the Fourth Patriarch of Buddhism. At that time, my master wanted to take the relic from the Fourth Patriarch's remains, but was stopped by the Fourth Patriarch's remaining consciousness. The Fourth Patriarch said that his relic was to be given to someone with a predestined relationship."
As soon as Qingjun finished speaking, the Buddhist disciple froze instantly.
Qing Jun said, "You must be thinking, the rumor is that the Fourth Patriarch clearly achieved enlightenment while sitting on the ground, so where did his remains come from? But I know that in these thousands of years, no one in this world has ascended to become an immortal. You, a monk, are born with great wisdom, and you have purified five of the six senses. If you can overcome this one calamity in your life, perhaps you have a chance to become the first Buddhist practitioner to achieve enlightenment in these thousands of years."
The Buddhist disciple bowed and said, "Thank you for telling me, Senior."
Qingjun waved his hand, walked to the side and sat down, pouring tea by himself.
The Buddhist disciple didn't ask Luo Jianqing where he had obtained such a terrifying spirit weapon, but he was lost in his own thoughts. When only a few items remained at the auction, Luo Jianqing asked, "Buddha disciple, have you ever experienced a calamity in your life?"
The Buddhist disciple nodded. "Yes, nine years ago, my fate changed overnight. Originally, my six senses were completely pure, but after that night, my master calculated with his fingers and found that I had an additional calamity in my life. However, having a calamity is not a bad thing. If I don't overcome the calamity, how can I be overcome? If I don't enter the mortal world, how can I transcend it? So, I didn't care."
Luo Jianqing frowned slightly: "Nine years ago..."
Nine years ago—that number was a bit of a sensitive one. Luo Jianqing, for example, knew that it was nine years ago that Li Xiuchen arrived at Mount Taihua to participate in the novice trials. Nine years earlier, he had woken up one night and was suddenly reborn. Furthermore, he had never heard of any tribulation among Guiyuan Sect disciples in his previous life. Could this be another change?
There is no way to know anything.
The auction finally reached its final stage. This final item was a broken sword. When the broken sword appeared at the auction, Luo Jianqing's body suddenly trembled, and a terrifying echo echoed from his ring.
——Yes, this broken sword is the other half of the broken sword that Luo Jianqing got in Wanshou Ridge.
Back then, Luo Jianqing had taken advantage of Li Xiuchen's inability to awaken and directly plundered the battlefield between Qingjun and the ninth-rank demon beast, obtaining this broken sword. Even in its half form, the broken sword still possessed the power of a Heavenly-rank magical weapon. It was conceivable that once it was fully combined, it would undoubtedly become a Heavenly-rank, top-grade magical weapon!
Luo Jianqing's own Frost Floating Sword is only a top-grade earth-level magic weapon, but this broken sword is a top-grade heaven-level magic weapon.
Of all the magical weapons Luo Jianqing had ever seen, no other divine sword could compare to this broken sword, save for Xuan Lingzi's Xuan Ling Sword. The Xuan Ling Sword was a supreme, heavenly-grade magical weapon, nurtured by the primordial spirit of the Venerable Xuan Lingzi for over three hundred years. It could enhance the user's abilities, even allowing them to kill enemies of higher rank.
For example, let a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage pierce the heart of a cultivator in the late Golden Core stage with a sword.
When thinking about this matter, Luo Jianqing felt very calm and would not fall into the demons in his heart again.
On the podium, the auctioneer announced loudly, "Although this broken sword is only half, it is also a Heavenly Grade Magical Treasure! As everyone knows, Heavenly Grade Magical Treasures retain the wielder's understanding of the laws. The owner of this broken sword must have been a powerful being in the Spiritual Transformation Stage. Starting price: 500,000, with increments of 50,000 each!"
Five hundred thousand was far too cheap for a Heavenly Grade magical weapon. If the sword hadn't been broken in half, the starting price of five million would have been perfectly acceptable. Soon, shouts of "five hundred and fifty thousand," "six hundred thousand," and "seven hundred thousand" filled the air.
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