At the same time, these words resounded in the hall on the first floor, and more than 400 warriors were full of excitement, and the praise was higher and higher. The soul is the most critical step to break through to the innate level, and how many martial artists are stuck in the transformation period. At this time, who can not be happy to have such an opportunity?

Within more than 70 meters of Martial God Tian's body, it can be said that he has four long eyes, and he knows this well. Nodding with a light smile, he ignored it.

Turning his head to look at Yu Linghu sitting on the right, he saw that his legs were raised high, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Hey, brother, don't cross your legs, go, take people to maintain order, more than 400 people, but a lot." ”

Yu Linghu looked proud when he heard the sound, but he didn't feel proud for long. Put your legs down in an instant, three minutes faster than the master wearing a monk's robe in seconds. "Haha, then I'll go over here. "I got up and ran.

Seeing that several people around couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes were puzzled. The auctioneer gave Ren Hongyuan a thumbs up without a trace.

Looking at the black oil lamp on the auction table, how to look at it and feel awkward, I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh lightly: "Hey, this thing is really a bit stumbling, it's really not worthy of a good treasure like Buddha fat." ”

Wu Yonghua's ears were very sensitive, and when he heard the auctioneer's dislike, he immediately shouted: "Yes, boy, don't dislike it there, just use it! In addition to the monks who use this oil lamp to accompany the Buddha with green lanterns, who still has this play..."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Master Dust slapped his shiny bald head. "Smack. A loud slap on the head interrupted the conversation.

"What are you doing?" the words were blocked, and Wu Yonghua immediately squinted at the dust. I was curious that this guy's bald head was so loud.

"Master, is there something wrong?" Martial God Tian also looked over in a blink of an eye.

"Amitabha, the boss, the general manager, the poor monk seems to have a green lamp. Monk Lichen folded his hands, his face full of sincerity.

"I'll go, you bald people, why didn't you say it earlier. I searched for a long time. Wu Yonghua immediately got up and glared at the three monks.

"Yo hey, why didn't you bald asses say it earlier, it made me sigh. Wu Shentian's eyes narrowed, and his voice was the same as Wu Yonghua's, and the two of them spoke almost in unison.

The warrior who heard this had a smile on his face, and he said in his heart that this is really not a family, and if you don't enter the door, you can't mess with it.

"Boss, the general manager can't wronged the poor monk, the poor monk hasn't used this green lamp for more than ten years, and he has long forgotten it, and he just remembered it. Master Lichen is still full of sincerity.

"I'll go, you are really a master of wine and meat, you haven't been with the Buddha for ten years, you cow. Wu Yonghua raised his thumb and sighed with a smile on his face.

"The master is really a god!" Martial God Tian raised his eyebrows, and looked at the staircase in a blink of an eye: "Master Lichen, please come out quickly, the martial artists below are also coming up, don't delay the auction later." ”

"Rest assured owner. After speaking, the dust monk threw himself into the big backpack of the three of them and rummaged for a while, and soon there was an extra oil lamp in his left hand. In his right hand, he was holding a small spoon, and it was still a complete set.

Wu Shentian and Li Xuelin were smiling, and their meaning was self-evident.

"Boss, the oil lamp is here. Master Lichen ran to the auction table with the oil lamp and spoon, and in the blink of an eye, he came closer.

The length of this lamp is about a foot, and the diameter is only more than two inches. The whole body is made of bronze, and the shape is simple and stable. The lampstand is composed of a lamp tray, a pedestal and a bearing base. The lamp disc is concave and round, which is used to hold lamp oil. There were nail-like marks on the edges, as if they were being held up by a dozen people.

The pedestal is slender and straight, and it is not easy to slide when gripping. The vessel base is embossed with lotus petal pattern, the overall shape is solemn, upright, exquisite and chic, this is the eight treasure lotus lamp, the ancient lamp of Buddhism is worthy of the name. The spoon is not big, the shape is simple, and there is also a lotus petal pattern on it.

"Oh, master, this Buddha lamp is very beautiful, but it is not a green lantern ancient Buddha, so it can be seen that this day is quite moist. Watching the dust monk put down the Buddha lamp, the auctioneer looked it up and down.

"Amitabha. Boss, this kind of Buddha lamp is used by the monks to chant the Buddha when they leave the sect, and it is brought out by the poor monks from the sect. Hearing this, the master folded his hands and smiled.

Wu Shentian's eyelids jumped when he heard this, this group of bald donkeys had a good life! Even the Buddha lanterns outside the house were so gorgeous, you can imagine how the sect is. Suddenly, there was a rich man standing in front of him.

"Come on, line up in the back, don't mess around, enter the hall in turn. At this time, Yu Linghu's loud voice sounded from the hall door.

As soon as the words fell, the door of the mahogany hall was pushed open, and Yu Linghu entered first, and a large group of warriors behind him also entered in twos and twos, looking orderly.

The first two warriors entered, and someone at the back of the hall immediately got up and waved, and those who came in saw their companions walking directly to the rear.

If it was a few people, it was nothing, as the warriors rushed in, there were twenty or thirty people in the back area of the hall who stood up and waved their companions, which can only show that there were arrangements in advance.

Looking at Yu Linghu's smug expression, Martial God Tian nodded secretly in his heart. It's not stupid that my brother is stupid, but this person is a little stunned.

Ignoring the warriors who entered the hall, he raised his eyes and looked at the monk: "Hey, master, you know more about Buddha fat, and you are a Buddhist monk, so you will preside over the lighting of the Buddha lamp." ”

"Amitabha, boss, dare to disobey his fate?" Monk Lichen is a wine and meat monk, and he likes to hear people praise himself the most, and now when he hears his boss say this, he suddenly shook his tiger body, and immediately raised his chest and head high, his back was straight, his hands were folded, and his face was full of seriousness. At the end, he patted his chest.

Seeing the master's appearance like this, coupled with that burly and abnormal body, it was the war beasts that stood upright. Especially the last act of patting his chest, Mr. Wuda slandered King Kong in his heart.

Wu Yonghua and Li Xuelin, who were sitting on the right side, couldn't help but look at each other when they saw the master standing straight like King Kong, and then laughed. Seeing that Yu Lingxin and the father and daughter thousands of miles away were confused.

Seeing that the bronze Buddha lamp still had a little lamp oil, Wu Shentian looked at Monk Chen: "Hey, the master's backpack is so good, the lamp oil has not dried up for more than ten years, Wu is very curious about this." ”

"Amitabha. Seeing this kind of expression, how could Master Lichen not understand that his words meant something else?

deliberately exposed the black ring on his finger, and stared at his boss's finger: "The boss's backpack is even better, not only there are three, but it is still so beautiful, and the poor monk is not as good!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the innate area: "Boss, how can you go out without a backpack?" Some of them also have backpacks, but there are not many of them. There is no urgency in this matter, and the poor monk will talk about the source of the backpack in detail in the future. ”

"Well, the master is really a wonderful person. Wu Shentian raised his eyebrows, looked at the door of the hall, and pointed to the Buddha lamp on the table: "Master, Wu can't leave the auction table, this Buddha lamp will trouble you." ”

Monk Lichen waved his hand: "Hey, how can you let the boss be like this? Before the words fell, he ran away with the Buddha lamp.

Seeing the master running fast, Boss Wu was still satisfied with this. The wine and meat monk is not fake, but he is brave and wise, not only his own strength is not bad, but also only ten blood pills. The most important thing is that no one can match the mouth, not to mention that this kind of thug is cheap, but he can also play and flicker, which can be described as great value for money.

The black-hearted martial arts boss was heartbroken, and he didn't forget to look at the martial artist who entered the hall, with a sincere smile like a master's face.

The warriors who entered the hall saw the auctioneer watching, and they all hugged their fists and saluted from afar, all shouting 'benevolence and righteousness of martial predecessors'. Mr. Wu Da did not speak, but smiled and nodded at him.

The warriors who entered the hall knew that the smiling tiger was not easy to mess with. After the salute, they all shut up, walked straight to their companion teacher, nodded and said hello, and immediately sat on the ground.

The hall on the second floor was originally extremely spacious, but as the number of warriors who came in increased, this feeling disappeared.

The warriors entered the hall in an orderly manner, which was much faster than you were fighting for me. In just a few minutes, all the warriors on the first floor had already entered. Yu Linghu, who was standing at the door of the hall to maintain order, closed the mahogany door. Take the disciples of the two elders of Fengmu to the right side of the auction table.

The number of more than 400 warriors entering the hall is not a small number, and the second floor feels a little crowded at this time. The auctioneer feels the clearest.

As far as the eye can see, there are people in front of you. Sitting on the floor, sitting on a chair, lying on the desk... It's much more spectacular than when there were more than 200 people.

Even if more than 600 pairs of eyes looked at it in unison, it was not stage fright, and he glanced back and forth: "Everyone, since the people have arrived, Wu will not nag much. ”

pointed to the dust who had already returned: "This master is a Buddhist monk, and he knows a lot about the Buddha's fat, so he will light the Buddha lamp by himself this time." Master, please Buddha fat, light the Buddha lamp. As he spoke, he looked at the monk standing at the auction table.

Lichen faced everyone, his waist was straight, his hands were folded, his face was full of smiles, and he was chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth. I heard my boss tell me. His face turned pale, his smile dissipated, and he became solemn and solemn.

"Amitabha. "Reciting the Buddha to the small wine altar on the table, with indescribable compassion on his face, quite a monk's demeanor.

After the salute, the master did not delay, picked up the copper spoon on the table, and lightly scooped out the Buddha fat from the small wine jar, less than half a spoonful. With his movements, the crowd saw what the Buddha fat really looked like.

Buddha fat is a thick golden ointment, transparent without the slightest impurity. It exudes a faint fragrance and is soothing to smell.

"Amitabha. Lichen looked at the Buddha fat in the spoon and couldn't help reciting the Buddha with one hand. Blink his eyes to look at Wu Shentian: "Boss, the quality of this Buddha fat is much better than what I have seen, the poor monk has never seen it, and its effect is three points stronger than what I said before." ”

Before the words fell, he put the Buddha fat into the Buddha lamp tray, which was strange to say, it seemed to be grease and paste, but it flowed all over the lamp tray like liquid. The wick of the Buddha lamp is naturally full of Buddha fat, and the original gray-white wick is golden at this time. Everyone was amazed.

The master did not hesitate, and flicked the sleeve of his robe towards the wick, and the blood in his body stirred, coming out through his body, rubbing the wick, and a small flame rose with a whoosh.

The flames on the wick jumped, it was like a monk sitting in it knocking fish and chanting, as if there were wisps of Zen sound floating out, which seemed to be real and illusory.