The Path Toward Heaven

In the secular world, gold is naturally the most beautiful and valuable thing, but most of the people who deal with Baoshuju are monks, and naturally they are used to the practice of the practice circle.

The most common currency in the practice world is not gold and silver, but rather a rare and precious gemstone than gold and silver.

Jing Jiu knew the spar, but he hadn't had much contact with it, because spar was only useful to the practitioners below the clear boundary, and it was far less effective than the panacea he usually took.

As for Zhao Layue, she has been supplying immortal medicines since she was born, and she has never been worried about such things. Looking at Jing Jiu, she asked, "Do you have any?"

Jing Jiu shook his head.

The servant's face still kept a smile, but his eyes grew colder.

Jing Jiu took a pill from his sleeve and put it on the table.

The elixir had a dark red color, and it was not surprising to look at, but when it smelled, it had a spicy smell similar to wormwood.

The steward was doing things in the Baoshu Curry, and he was naturally well-informed and slightly startled. After confirming that it was what he wanted, his eyes lit up.

Too late to seal the box, he found two teacups as quickly as possible, packed the dark red elixir into it, and wrapped it tightly several times with fine tissue paper.

It wasn't until he finished this that his expression relaxed a little.

Zhao Layue's expression is slightly different. This medicine should be Xuancao Pill, not produced by Qingshan Zongshi Peak, but from Xuanhua Mountain in Zhongzhou.

Looking at the expressions of Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu again, that steward became much respectful.

No matter where the weirdo comes from, no matter whether Chaonancheng is wanting you, as long as you can take out a black grass pill, then you are eligible to be respected by Baoshuju.

The steward personally led the two of them out of an elegant room on the seventh floor, whispered a few words of precautions during the auction, and left quietly.

This elegant room is also an excellent room in Baoshuju. Those ordinary cultivators who are not from the elder level will definitely not be arranged here.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue didn't know this, so they pushed the door into the room, swept around with their sword knowledge, and confirmed that there was no breath of formation and no one snooped out before they released the gray cloth.

The furnishings in the elegant room are not luxurious, but they are absolutely exquisite. A pot of queer tea is placed on the table, and the air is heating up. I think it was freshly made when they left the first floor. Complete with snacks, hot and cold towels, two wooden signs sit quietly on both sides.

From the details, Baoshuju is really good.

But Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue are not satisfied, because this elegant room is room Xuanzi B.

You know, they lived in the Shangzhou Inn last night, but the room was Tianzi A.

"Why are we here?" Jing Jiu asked.

Of course, Zhao Layue didn't hide here to avoid the tracking of the defenders in the south.

She said: "Bao Shuju's current principal is Lei Poyun's nephew."

It turns out that the background here is Bihu Peak.

Jing Jiu said, "Then?"

Zhao Layue thought to you that he knew it?

"Two lakes of Thunder Soul are missing from Bihu Peak, and Lei Poyun dies in flames, which must be related to the uncle's ascension."

She said: "If someone dies, there will still be clues left. Lei Poyun will certainly not dare to have any ill intentions against Master Uncle Zu. One of the channels, the principal is his nephew, I think there should be a problem here. "

Jing Jiuxin thought that the devil might not necessarily be the devil, maybe outside the mountain, but inside the mountain.

Asked again: "Why don't we just find the principal?"

Zhao Layue said: "Because he will not say that he will commit suicide even when he sees us, so we can only observe to see if we can find some clues."

Jing Jiu felt troublesome.

He really felt that there was nothing to investigate.

In the mountain village, he deduced and calculated for a whole year. Many things have been figured out, but there is no evidence.

There is no evidence for this kind of thing, only people.

Lei Poyun was just stagnant and wanted to regain strength with that sword, and was persuaded by that person.

Since you want to ask, it is better to ask that person directly.Just like that summer night, he went to Bihufeng to ask the white ghost.

The question is how can I find that person?Can't really eat all the hot pot restaurants in the world.

But Jing Jiu believes that as long as the other party finds himself alive, he will definitely come to him.

When the time comes, he can directly ask the other party why he should do so.

I just do n’t know when that day will come.

Tomorrow, will countless years pass?

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Practitioners generally have to meditate at night, so the auctions at Baoshuju are held during the day, but there are no windows on the outer wall, and it looks like it is at night.The manager in charge of the auction stands on the first floor, and the sound is accurately transmitted to each room through the acoustic array method. The picture of the auction items will also be presented in each room through the virtual mirror.

The guests who came to Baoshuju for the first time were unavoidably surprised, but Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were not interested, but they had not participated in the auction and were curious about what would happen. After ordinary mountain essence and immortality medicine, I feel bored.

Those who are willing to spend a lot of money to buy these should be ordinary wealthy businessmen or officials, something that is not unusual for monks, but for them is a fairy medicine for longevity.

In the seventh round of the auction, Baoshu Curie finally became lively, and Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue remained unconcerned.

The items in this round of auction are a box of borneol.

Dingshen borneol is produced in North County, and the quantity is not large, and most of them are controlled by the Zhenbei Army, which is hostile to the Fengdaojiao.

Just as the guests were about to start bidding, an old and gentle voice rang.

"All of you, we are medical monks from Moqiu, and we take the liberty to ask for something today ..."

No one expected to see the monks of Guocheng Temple in such a bland auction.

There were sounds of opening windows in the building, and then there were countless voices that please ask.

Zhao Layue had some accidents. He went to the window and looked down. I saw two monks, one old and one young, standing downstairs. The monk's clothes were very old, and they were washed clean. , But it gives people an extremely stable and trustworthy feeling.

A moment later, the people who participated in the auction realized that the two medical monks in Guocheng Temple were invited by the Qingshan Sect to come and deal with the big demon in the turbid water. Going back, but those people who were frightened by ghosts are still not fully healed.

Dingshen borneol is just a rare medicine for the treatment of those people.

It is also a last resort for monks in Guocheng Temple to ask for help, because they are well-known all over the world and they are ... very poor.

A lot of voices rang loudly.

"Senior monk please rest assured that my Xuan Tianzong will never participate in the bidding of this thing."

"Yes, Zihaomen also responded to this proposal."

The man in charge of the auction house raised his hands, beckoning the guests to be restless, and then looked at the old monk with a solemn expression: "Senior monk, how can I treasure the tree and stand by, the owner and the host just talked , This calming borneol was donated by my Baoshuju to Guocheng Temple. "

Hearing this, there was a roar in the building.

Suddenly, there was a cold voice diametrically opposed to the atmosphere at this time.

"Since it's an auction house, you have to follow the rules. I haven't made a bid yet, so you gave it away. Does Baoshuju need his own signboard?"