Chapter 59 The Belief in Ghosts and Gods 12
The Zhang family's auction will be held on the 15th in Shenzhen, not far from Zheng Laoqi's shop.
After all, Shenzhen is a special economic zone with a high degree of policy inclusiveness, many foreign investors, and plenty of wealthy people.
Two days later, on the 15th, many people learned about the auction. Those who received invitations were naturally raising money or preparing their treasures for buying and selling.
Those who didn't receive an invitation naturally went to great lengths to get one, as they couldn't miss such a grand event.
Yao Weiwei also received an invitation. Her eyes were covered with white cotton strips tied behind her head. Since losing her Yin-Yang Eyes, and having been seriously injured in the tomb last time, her cultivation had not only failed to reach its full potential, but had even regressed.
At this moment, Yao Weiwei's face was blank, like a puppet that had lost its spirit. Only now did she realize the importance of the Yin-Yang Eyes to her.
It turns out she had a pair of naturally gifted eyes that allowed her to spot ghosts and monsters with a single glance, not to mention that her cultivation was twice as effective with half the effort. Because she had relied heavily on her Yin-Yang Eyes before, she had lost them and was not proficient in some of the methods of identifying ghosts and monsters. At this point, she was not as good as the other disciples in the sect.
How could the proud and arrogant young lady accept this?
He grew increasingly thin and his personality became more and more withdrawn.
The head of Maoshan Sect was heartbroken to see his beloved daughter becoming more and more depressed.
His daughter was born with the ability to see ghosts and had extremely high talent for cultivation. He was grooming her to be the next leader of the Maoshan Sect.
Who would have thought that just going to the tomb would cause him to lose his Yin-Yang Eyes, his cultivation to regress, and even his vital energy to disappear.
They are perhaps too vulnerable to storms.
But this was his beloved daughter, and he was heartbroken.
When Lin Qinghuang arrived, he saw the father and daughter sitting opposite each other, the atmosphere heavy and somber.
In the past, whenever Lin Qinghuang came, Yao Weiwei would lively approach him, talk to him, and make him happy.
The lively and cheerful girl from before has disappeared, replaced by this silent, gloomy, and thin woman in front of him. He grew up with her, how could he not feel heartbroken?
However, he was truly at a loss in this matter.
Lin Qinghuang greeted Sect Leader Yao, who invited him to sit down and poured him a cup of tea. Lin Qinghuang was exceptionally talented and already quite famous in the world of metaphysics. Yao's father greatly admired him, and the two had spent a lot of time together. To him, Lin Qinghuang was no different from his own junior.
Lin Qinghuang's voice was gentle and mild, just like himself, upright and dignified like a gentleman orchid. He said, "Uncle Yao, the Zhang family recently held an auction in Shenzhen. It was a very grand event. Would you like to go and take a look?"
Sect Leader Yao also received an invitation, but he had no intention of going. Their Maoshan sect was slightly different from other sects, as they also engaged in corpse driving and exorcism, which was something that people avoided. They also did not like to deal with outsiders.
Lin Qinghuang then said, "It's said that person will also be going this time. My martial uncles are also planning to go and see. What do you think?"
Before he could finish speaking, Sect Leader Yao immediately understood his meaning.
Isn't that the female ghost who stole Weiwei's pair of yin-yang eyes?
Sect Leader Yao naturally had Yao Weiwei recount everything that happened inside the tomb, asking about all the details. She naturally knew that the ghost had met with the Black and White Impermanence.
Even the two Yin Gods were so polite to her. Their strength was far inferior to that of the Black and White Envoys. How could maglev possibly shake a tree?
But I definitely have to go this time; I reckon even the Xuanmen sect will have to come.
The shamans in the north must know of this person's existence, since it happened in Shanxi Province. News travels fast these days, so they must know about it. In the south, those from Longhu Mountain, where Lin Qinghuang is located, will also basically all come.
In this degenerate age, the reforms of recent years, which aimed to eliminate feudal superstitions, have affected these sects to varying degrees, causing their strength to decline. The fact that this person could be treated that way by the Black and White Impermanence suggests that one of them could probably take on a whole group of them single-handedly.
But everyone still has to go and see. If it's a future Yin spirit who is properly cultivating the ghost path, then so be it. But if it's a cruel and harmful ghost, these old guys will risk their lives to perish together with it.
Mystics masters take it upon themselves to protect the world and are determined to eradicate all evil and heresy!
Moreover, Sect Leader Yao must go and see if he can get back those Yin-Yang Eyes for his Weiwei. His daughter has already developed a deep-seated resentment, and if he can't get those eyes back, he's afraid his cultivation will never improve in this lifetime.
The two agreed to meet in Shenzhen and go there together.
Lin Qinghuang said he had to take his leave to return to Longhu Mountain. Time was of the essence, so he said goodbye first. Before leaving, he glanced at Yao Weiwei one last time, his lips moved but he didn't say anything, and then he left.
People from all directions, upon hearing the news, sprang into action, creating a turbulent sea, yet the waters remained calm.
Zheng Laoqi remained as steadfast as ever, diligently serving the little darling in the shop.
Luo Shu thought Shenzhen was really great, and that letting Zheng Laoqi and the others bring her out was an extremely wise decision.
The economy here is developing rapidly, and the city is changing every day. In other words, she can basically eat whatever she wants, as well as watch all kinds of good TV series and cartoon DVDs. A soul that has been lonely for a hundred years seems to have been injected with new vitality in this bustling and noisy place. She has come back to life in the surrounding atmosphere, and her disgust for the world is decreasing day by day.
Old Zheng returned, drenched in sweat, carrying a large bag of braised duck wings, duck feet, and duck feet. The day was getting hotter and hotter, and the sunlight outside was so bright it hurt people's eyes.
Unfortunately, our ancestors preferred to eat around 2 PM, which is exactly when the sun is scorching hot.
Zheng Laoqi complained inwardly, but dared not show it on his face. The other families were too busy trying to flatter him, and with his backing, the Zheng family was always given face when discussing business.
The moment he stepped through the door, a chilling, eerie atmosphere hit him, instantly dispelling the heat brought in from outside. It was like being in a world of ice and fire, and Zheng Laoqi felt a shiver of exhilaration. He had to admit that this ancestor was far more effective than any air conditioner in the sweltering summer.
Zheng Laoqi hurriedly carried the braised duck to the inner room, lit incense sticks, and set everything in place. Only after Luo Shu slowly began to enjoy the duck did he speak with some hesitation:
"Miss, the Zhang family's auction is about to begin the day after tomorrow. How would you like to arrange your time?"
As Luo Shu enjoyed the delicious food, her face flushed slightly. The jade-like beauty suddenly came to life, and she uttered a sentence between her red lips: "Go back on the second day of the auction and bring my box with you."
After a brief pause, he added, "Go buy me some more popsicles, the cream kind."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Zheng Laoqi readily agreed and headed straight for the convenience store next door to buy a cream popsicle. As he walked, he took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said in a low voice to the other end:
"The second day of the auction has passed."
"Okay, thank you, Seventh Brother. We will take care of everything. Don't worry."
Zheng Laoqi gave a few more vague replies before hanging up the phone.
The person on the other end of the phone was Zhang Biao. He was naturally overjoyed to receive the definite news, as countless people had come specifically for him.
Although this person had said he would come, he hadn't contacted us since. If he suddenly says he can't come, there's nothing we can do but swallow our pride and bear it.
However, I'm afraid I'll offend a lot of people, especially those in the esoteric arts world; I'm sure I'll offend them badly.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Laoqi delivered a message to them today, so it seems things are settled.
But I still feel a pang of jealousy every day; the Zheng family is truly blessed!
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