The auction hall was already full of monks, and rows of tables were arranged in eight directions, with seats added outward in an octagonal shape.

In the center is a high platform, there is a host standing on it, after the auction item is taken out of the Qiankun bag, it will be put into front of a treasure made of five-color crystal, so that the auction item will be magnified several times, and it will be above the treasure tripod.

On the first floor of the venue, there are also two floors of octagonal pavilions, on which there are also ancient rattan seats, but there are fewer places, but the auction items can be seen more clearly.

Mu Chen was attracted by the picture in front of him, and at the same time felt a powerful and complex aura, spreading outward from the venue, he and Zhang Banxian hurriedly slipped into the venue and found a vacant seat in the last row.

The auction continues, and the host is introducing a piece of thousand-year-old agarwood.

"The thousand-year-old agarwood, about one foot long, three inches at the widest point, one inch at the narrowest point, weighs fifteen taels, is of high quality, comes from the Ryukyu Islands, and is commissioned by the Canghai Sect Master for auction. ”

"As we all know, agarwood will release a strong aroma when burning, which can replenish the five internal organs, and has the effect of clearing the mind and relieving pain, and the auxiliary immortal weapon made of agarwood for thousands of years is used to help wear the monk's ......."

Smack!

The host's voice was suddenly interrupted by a voice, and the monks in the front row looked back one after another, only to see a young monk with a red face, but he had accidentally kicked the wooden table, and was now ashamed to look at everyone.

Zhang Banxian sat stiffly on the side, hiding his face and turning his head, pretending to be unfamiliar with Mu Chen.

The host saw that it was just a small sect disciple making a noise, so he continued to introduce the thousand-year-old agarwood, and the monks no longer looked at him, but when his eyes swept over Zhang Banxian next to him, his eyes showed obvious disdain, and some people whispered.

"Tsk, poor and sour cultivators also came to the auction, I really don't know who gave him the courage. ”

"Come and join in the fun, don't I know about them, the food money in my pocket is all cheated, can I really participate in the auction?"

"You, you, don't look down on Sanxiu so much, maybe he really has good things in his hands, such as secretly hunting demon beasts in the jurisdiction of which sect......"

"Haha, what the senior brother said is reasonable, I am serious......"

Bursts of laughter came, and Zhang Banxian naturally knew that those people were laughing at him, and his face was already gloomy, and he dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

Seeing this, Mu Chen didn't know what to say, he was also a disciple of the sect, although he didn't mean to discriminate against the scattered cultivators, but he didn't agree with the fact that the scattered cultivators were deceiving people in the city.

But at this moment, he could only pat Zhang Banxian on the shoulder to show comfort, and then sat there quietly, and continued to listen to the host's introduction with everyone.

Because of this short time of contact with incense, he felt that although Zhang Banxian was old, he did not feel like relying on the old and selling the old when talking to him, but it was like communicating with his peers.

Moreover, Zhang Banxian's realm is much higher than his own, but he did not put pressure on himself to show his predecessor status.

If Zhang Banxian no longer deceives people in the future, he doesn't mind having multiple friends, after all, it is better to use words to ridicule than to persuade with good words, and it is also a Taoist tradition to lead people to goodness, but many cultivators don't remember that Taoism still has this kind of tradition.

The host finally finished the introduction, gave the reserve price of 1,280 taels, and then it was the bidding time.

The rules of bidding are very simple, just raise your hand and shout a higher price, and the monk is very polite when bidding, although some people talk in a whisper to discuss whether to auction the object, but it does not affect the order of the whole auction.

Mu Chen didn't understand the price of refining materials at all, but he just listened to the monks in the front row shouting higher and higher prices, and felt that this thousand-year-old agarwood was a good thing.

But Zhang Banxian suddenly snorted coldly, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"That is, a group of little cubs shouting prices all over the sky, taking the money given by the sect to fool around, this quality of agarwood also dares to be sold as a thousand-year-old agarwood, really across the Kuoding, no one can see the year?"

"If I had been thirty years ago, I would have ......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Banxian suddenly shut up, and the expression in his eyes suddenly changed, making him a little more lonely.

Mu Chen listened to what he said, as if he saw something, and he was naturally curious about where this agarwood was missing.

"Senior Zhang, you mean that this thousand-year-old agarwood year is insufficient, but what is the basis?"

"It's not a secret, the younger generation has also read a few books about refining materials, the texture of this piece of agarwood, the aroma wafting from the first ignition, can prove its age and quality, why do you say that it is not a thousand years?"

"The so-called agarwood, thousands of years of water sinking, 10,000 years of soil sinking, just by the texture, aroma, can prove the authenticity?"

Zhang Banxian's voice suddenly increased slightly, as if there was a flame in his heart, and he was full of indignation.

Fortunately, the two of them were sitting in a remote position, and there were no others around, so no one heard what Zhang Banxian said, otherwise he would have been invited out because he had doubts about the auction items and dared to speak out loud.

Because this auction is hosted by the Purple Cloud Peak Heavenly Palace, if you directly question the auction items, it is to slap the Purple Cloud Peak Heavenly Palace in the face in public, which means that the monks of the Purple Cloud Peak Heavenly Palace cannot distinguish the authenticity of the materials.

Therefore, even if the monks who participate in the auction find that there is a problem with the auction item, they will not say it directly, but just let the clumsy people fight for it.

I didn't expect this half-immortal to have such a hot temper, and he also opened his mouth to judge the reason for judging the year of agarwood.

"The most precious thing about agarwood is that it brews in the pain and decay of life, even if the exterior is dilapidated, the interior contains infinite charm and spiritual power. ”

"Look at this piece of agarwood, although it is sweet, cool and comfortable, and can make people smell the charm of Qinan, but this taste lacks explosiveness and penetration, and it does not have the most unique red earth breath when the millennium agarwood is burning!"

"However, the biggest problem with this piece of agarwood is not in the aroma, but in its weight. ”

"Because the weight of a thousand-year-old agarwood of this volume year must be too much, I dare to assert that its year is definitely less than a thousand years!"

Zhang Banxian stared at his eyes, blew his beard, and finally finished speaking in one breath.

With this kind of fluency and passion, no matter whether what he said is true or not, it has already made Mu Chen feel passionate, and his heart is full of admiration at the moment, and his eyes are shining.

But when the passion dissipated, Mu Chen saw that this thousand-year-old agarwood had been bought for two thousand three hundred taels of silver, and the monk who took the picture was full of joy, and his mind suddenly felt like he had been hammered a few times.

If he didn't know about agarwood, it would be fine, but now, as an insider, he can only mourn for the senior brother who bought the defective product, and his heart is really uncomfortable.

Mu Chen struggled in his mind, not knowing whether he should take the initiative to tell the truth about the agarwood, and as soon as his thoughts fell, his heart was unstable, and the aura on his body became even more chaotic.

Zhang Banxian, who was sitting on the side, took a calm step, and when he saw that Mu Chen was disturbed, he suddenly crossed his chest with his left hand and took a breath of aura.

"Get rid of distracting thoughts, and the spirit is one. ”

"Have good thoughts in your heart, and you will be blessed. ”

“.......”