Time is like flowing water, and three months have passed in a hurry.

After March.

Buddha Country.

Yadgba City.

Under the wooden platform of a secret room, there were more than thirty low-level cultivators sitting around, and their eyes were a little nervous.

This is a small auction house, although the level is not high, but the protection is very tight, only one gate can enter and exit, and there are two strong men standing at the gate, looking around vigilantly, it is obvious that the auction here is a prohibited object.

There is also a small secret room behind the wooden table, and today's lot should be in it.

Auctions like this are generally auctions of slaves.

On the surface, the laws of the Buddha kingdom are very strict, and public auctions of slaves and slaves are not allowed, but because of the need, some people organize it in private, and the slaves who enter the auction house have a very miserable ending, because they are people with no status.

Most of the cultivators in the secret room are above and below the first and second floors, a few are still in the Qi condensation period, and the highest cultivation is only the third layer, most of the people who came to participate in the auction today are female cultivators, and there is only one middle-aged man wearing a robe, which is very abrupt.

On the wooden platform was pulled up a young man, his hair was messy, his lips were turned out, his appearance was very ugly, he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, he wore a tattered monk's robe, and his face and body were very sloppy.

In the Buddhist country, the monk's robe is a common costume, and wearing such clothes does not mean anything, of course, there are also Taoist clothes and others.

A woman in black stood on the side of the stage, nodded to the young man, and said, "No. 3, you take off your clothes and let the Taoist masters inspect the goods." ”

The young man answered, stretched out his hand and took off the monk's robe, he was smooth inside, only wrapped a small piece of white cloth in his private parts, the young man turned around on the stage, everyone saw that the young man's body was skinny, and there was a big boil on his buttocks, all of which were nauseous.

The woman in black shouted: "Everyone is optimistic, this is a good product, wash it and cure the boils, you can do at least twenty years of work, all the Taoist masters, the reserve price is fifty silver stones, hurry up and bid in the picture!"

The only man among the nuns glanced at it, snorted, stretched out the orchid and pointed: "This kind of goods is still sold for fifty, don't give it to me." ”

The man in the robe was slightly chubby, he was originally bald, but he had a ring of black hair on the top of his head, which looked a little funny.

A thin female monk in white clothes on the side said: "Danhai people, are you here to shoot the male slave again, isn't it disgusting, you should go to the opposite side to shoot the female slave!"

This female cultivator is about forty, her face is covered with a black veil, only half of her face is exposed, her skin is pale, a pair of eyes are slightly red, and her cultivation is the third layer of high rank, and today's auction hall is the highest with her and Danhai people.

The Danhai people laughed and said, "I'm so good, you care about me!" and shouted to the woman in black on the stage: "Do you have any better goods, the one you pulled out today is uglier than the other!"

The woman in black was the auctioneer of this teahouse, and she laughed and said, "Naturally, there are, but if you have to come one by one, the Venerable Master is afraid that he will not be able to buy good goods if he has money?"

Dan Hai said: "How can there be good goods in a broken place like yours, if the people in Ben don't see the good goods until the end, believe it or not, I smashed this place?"

The female auctioneer hurriedly smiled and said, "Master, what do you want, can work, or are you handsome?"

The thin female cultivator said: "Of course they are handsome, our Danhai people's eyes for picking men are much more poisonous than women!"

Someone threw up a teacup with a snap, beating the young man on the stage to a stagger, and the person who threw the teacup was a woman in her fifties, this woman's cultivation is not high, but her temper is not small, she opened her mouth and scolded: "Get out, pull out this kind of goods again, I will burn here!"

The female auctioneer hurriedly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, this is a good product." She beckoned down and said, "Go, pull that No. 9 Ah Fei up!"

Someone dragged the teenager on the stage down.

The thin female cultivator said to Danhai: "Hey, did you hear it, you went directly to the ninth, do you dare to bet with me, this no. 9 is a fresh product?"

Dan Haidao: "How to bet, what is fresh goods?"

The thin female cultivator said: "If the auction price is more than two hundred, it is fresh goods, and less than two hundred is rotten goods." ”

Two hundred silver stones to buy a god slave, it is very rare, generally sold to a hundred is a high price, but the female cultivator's auction can not be measured by common sense, if there are two female cultivators competing at the same time, it is possible to auction seven or eight hundred.

Danhai sneered and said, "It must be the same as the three just now, it's rotten goods, what are you going to bet on?"

The thin female cultivator rolled her eyes and said: "Tomorrow is the day of the Buddha's enlightenment, there is a big sacrifice, you have a sacrificial post for the Buddha Temple to participate in the ceremony, if you lose, give me the post, I will give you thirty silver stones if I lose!"

The Danhai man snorted: "It turns out that you heard that the master has a sacrificial post, and you want to fight the ghost idea, no, I heard that tomorrow's big sacrifice is to catch the fake little Buddha master, only thirty silver stones, I can't lose to you." ”

The thin female monk said: "You go to see the excitement, so let's do it, I'll give you a hundred silver stones, what do you think of this?"

The people of Danhai were a little shaken, after all, no matter how big the sacrifice was, he was just watching the excitement, it was not as cost-effective as a hundred silver stones, anyway, he didn't buy this post with money, so he said: "Okay, I'll bet with you for a hundred." He secretly said in his heart: "Even if you pull a suave and handsome boy up, as long as it is a mortal, it is basically impossible to sell it for two hundred, if you spend an extra hundred to buy this god slave in order to win me, it is not worth it, and this sacrificial post is worth dozens of silver stones." ”

As soon as the two made a gambling contract, someone pulled a young man onto the wooden platform, and everyone just heard the auctioneer call it No. 9 Ah Fei, and their eyes shot at each other.

As soon as Ah Fei pulled up the wooden platform, most of the people in the teahouse were bright-eyed, because this young man was very delicate, he was wearing a green cloth gown, his hair was a little messy, and his eyes were blank, it was a pity that this Ah Fei had a long scar on his chin, which was broken, but it was much stronger than the young man with boils just now.

The female auctioneer smiled: "This Ah Fei, we picked it up at the foot of Jinguang Mountain, he got lost and lost his memory, we saved him, he said he was willing to be driven." ”

There was a discussion at the bottom, looking at Ah Fei's clothes, he knew that he was not from the Buddhist country, he was in the business of gods and slaves, and it was not unusual for him to go to other countries to catch some mortals to sell for money.

The Danhai people shouted to Ah Fei on the stage: "Hey, boy, you have lost your memory, are you still conscious?"

Ah Fei was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to come back to his senses, and said, "Is this the Buddha country, who am I, and what about my cultivation?"

The female auctioneer smiled and said, "You are Ah Fei, you are a mortal, maybe you were a cultivator in your previous life!" This young man was personally inspected by the owner of the auction house, saying that he could not be a cultivator.