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"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Diao Xiaosi sat still, and said in his heart: "Grandson, I'll let you practice your hand strength for a while." ”

He picked up the silver ticket and shook it and said, "Boss Gao, according to the rules of the trade, you want to pump a hundred percent, right?"

Gao Shilian smiled: "Under normal circumstances, this should be the case, but this donation is used to relieve the victims of the disaster in Henan, so I will not donate all the money below!"

Diao Xiaosi gave a thumbs up and said: "This enlightenment, this conduct, is worthy of the surname Gao! Since this is the case, please trouble Boss Hou to exchange the 100,000 taels of silver tickets for equivalent medicinal materials and food early tomorrow morning, and ship them to Master Jianyong's place of residence in a cart, which will also save the monks from rushing around to bargain everywhere, which will inevitably damage the image of Buddhism." In case you encounter a black-hearted grain merchant and are slaughtered severely, it is the people of Henan who suffer. ”

Jian Yong was stunned and said: "Little donor, this silver ticket-"

Diao Xiaosi intercepted the conversation and said with a smile: "Master, don't worry, this Boss Hou is a medicine dealer, and he can't make a mistake in letting him do the matter of buying medicine and food." ”

Although Hou Junji didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Diao Xiaosi's gourd, he was also very supportive and said: "Hou can't ask for such a good deed." What's more, there are firewood and horses to help, and it is guaranteed to be done by noon tomorrow at the latest! Rice noodles dare not guarantee, all the medicinal materials will be exchanged according to the purchase price, if you make an extra penny, you will smash my Buddha Ci Hall!"

Diao Xiaosi handed the silver ticket to Hou Junji and said, "Old Hou, then please leave it to you and Xiaochai." ”

Chai Shao nodded and said, "I will try my best to persuade the grain merchants in Jinyang to ask them to sell at the reserve price." ”

Monk Jianyong was stunned and said, "Thank you to the three donors Yucheng." ”

"No thanks, no thanks. Diao Xiaosi stood up with a smile, stretched out his hand and grabbed the scroll and slowly opened it, pretending to look at it and said: "Not bad, it's just that the paper is a little harder, if it were softer." ”

Monk Jianyong was stunned and said, "What does the little donor mean by this?"

Diao Xiaosi said: "This means - the parents of those who gave birth to me, and the teachers who know me." ”

Monk Jianyong clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the little benefactor is polite!"

Diao Xiaosi smiled slightly and said: "Then I'm not welcome-" The luck of both hands "three times five divided by two, and a good inscription was neatly torn into three!"

Monk Jianyong was taken aback and said, "Little donor, why do you want to destroy my mentor Mobao?"

Diao Xiaosi said leisurely: "I have a stomachache and want to go to the thatched house, but I am worried about the lack of toilet paper." This one is too big, how can I use it if I don't tear it down?"

Monk Jianyong's head jumped up, and he said angrily: "But there is an inscription on this paper by my teacher!"

Diao Xiaosi smiled: "What inscription?"

Monk Jianyong said word by word: "Wide, knot, good, fate!"

Diao Xiaosi said: "That's right, since Lingshi wants to make good connections, it's better to act than to move, why don't you start with my buttocks?" Could it be that the master was a clever prophet who knew that I would use it to go to the thatched house, so he deliberately wrote a stinky word?

There were already people in the hall laughing and being happy, and more guests were dumbfounded and secretly marveled at Diao Xiaosi's audacity. Although he was happy to tease Monk Jianyong this time, it was like a resounding slap in the face of the Jinding Holy Monk in front of the public.

Who is the holy monk of Jinding? Not to mention that his Buddhism is superb and unfathomable, just as one of the four holy monks of Emei Ci'en Temple, he can crush many people to death with his little finger. Even if Diao Xiaosi was protected by Chai Shao behind him, it would be impossible to resist the anger of the Emei monks.

Sure enough, Monk Jianyong couldn't bear it anymore, and angrily reprimanded: "Evil obstacles!"

He has been cultivating with the holy monk Jinding since he was a child, and now he is an outstanding figure among the second generation of disciples of Ci'en Temple. This punch struck out with a faint thunderous sound, and the air trembled violently to bloom through the golden light mist, surging towards Diao Xiaosi like a tide.

Although Chai Shao, Hou Junji and Wan'er were sitting next to Diao Xiaosi, they did not expect that Monk Jianyong would suddenly make a heavy hand, and it was too late to be rescued.

How do you know that Diao Xiaosi has already taken precautions, and the words that are torn into three with both hands are firmly across his chest.

Monk Jianyong was caught off guard and hurriedly withdrew his fist. It must be known that he regards the holy monk of Jinding as a god, and would rather cut off his head than smash his fist on the inscription of the master, even if this character has been divided by Diao Xiao's four or five horses.

Rao is like this, there is still a force that is not as strong as withdrawing the "pop" crisp sound, and the text panel is broken in two again.

Diao Xiaosi glanced at the scattered text panels and shook his head and said: "Monk, how can you break up the word 'good' written by the Jinding Holy Monk himself? ”

Monk Jianyong was stunned, and said angrily: "Who are you, and what kind of enmity do you have with me?"

Diao Xiaosi smiled, raised his hand to scatter the shredded paper all over the sky, and said, "I have an apprentice named Bu Operator." ”

Monk Jianyong was taken aback, folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha Buddha - when is the time for retribution?"

Diao Xiaosi sneered and said, "Who hit that punch just now?"

Monk Jianyong was speechless, turned to Gao Shilian and bowed, "Thank you for your help." There was a lot of disturbance tonight, and the poor monk will come to the door to apologize to the donor in the future. He shook the sleeves of his robe and walked out the door.

Wan'er shouted, "Monk, you haven't said where you live yet!"

Monk Jianyong ignored him, and his thin figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Diao Xiaosi let out a breath of evil anger in his chest, thinking that under the impulse, he would exchange 100,000 taels of silver for a few pieces of waste paper and a statue of Guanyin that could only be seen but not touched.

Hou Junji said: "It doesn't matter, since he is a monk, most of them will place orders in the temple near Jinyang City." I'll send someone to check tomorrow morning, but Brother Diao is making such a fuss, I'm afraid that this monk will have no face to ask for another 100,000 taels of silver tickets. ”

Wan'er asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Diao Xiaosi smiled, grabbed the wine jug on the table, drank it dry, and shouted, "Happy!" took the purple gold Guanyin statue and threw it into Wan'er's arms and said, "Give it to you." ”

Wan'er was stunned and snorted: "I don't believe in Buddhism." Having said that, I happily accepted it.

Diao Xiaosi was a little drunk, patted Chai Shao on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Chai, this place is really fun, but it just caused you a little trouble." ”

Chai Shao said in a deep voice: "It's okay, the eldest husband should be happy and revenge like this." ”

Diao Xiaosi suddenly felt that a pair of clear eyes were quietly looking at him on the other side. He looked at it in surprise, and saw that the eldest grandson Guanyin's eyes were staring at him with a pair of ethereal eyes like water, and he immediately smiled at her, but even he couldn't tell what it meant. Anyway, how to make Wang Ren unhappy.

There was a sharp pain in Leng Buding's thighs, and Wan'er held the Zijin Guanyin statue with one hand and said to herself: "Is this Guanyin good-looking?"

Diao Xiaosi was dripping in cold sweat, and replied bitterly: "Okay...... Look—ouch!"

Wan'er twisted her hand hard again, and asked softly, "How good-looking?"

Now Diao Xiaosi learned to be obedient, and said while gasping for air: "A face looks like the sky is cracking from a distance, and it looks like a shower of stars and rain up close, and it is indescribable in a thousand posture......s."

Wan'er chuckled and finally let go of her slender hand and secretly rubbed it for him a few more times.

At this time, the auction resumed, and the atmosphere gradually became more and more enthusiastic as the treasures were launched.

Diao Xiaosi spent another 83,000 taels of silver to shoot the twelve red dust bells and give them to Wan'er.

This is a six-grade magic treasure made by the amorous fairy three hundred years ago after the death of his sweetheart, and it took half a lifetime of hard work to refine it. Each red dust bell shone red like blood and tears, and a string of six pieces was set on the wrist like a bracelet. Once the enemy is sacrificed, it is like a bloody mang, and it is easy to deal with a first-class master who has a secret realm.

Chai Shao was very low-key, and only bought a hundred birds and phoenixes, saying that he would take it home and give it to Li Xiuning.

On the other side, Wang Ren was in high spirits and took four or five treasures into his pocket. Every time he won the auction, he didn't forget to glance at Chai Shao and Diao Xiaosi triumphantly.

Later, the more expensive the treasures on display became, and the prices skyrocketed, and even a few times people were called out for more than 200,000 taels.

Diao Xiaosi roughly calculated, he had already spent 178,000 taels of silver, except for the anger and perseverance of pinching his thighs, he did not get any benefits. His heart ached for a while, and he looked at the brilliant immortal soldiers and demon treasures, but he was no longer willing to pay for them.

Finally, with the final sound of a "crown to the sky", the left and right treasures recorded on the treasure spectrum have been auctioned.

The atmosphere in the hall was in full swing and was pushed to the climax, and everyone waited with bated breath for Gao Shilian to launch the finale treasure he had previously spoken.

Gao Shilian smiled mysteriously and slapped his palm unhurriedly. All the lights in the hall went out, and the surroundings were suddenly plunged into darkness where they could not see their fingers.

The crowd was silent, and slowly they saw a flash of divine light slowly brighten up in the direction of the main table. Although the distance was still far away, he could still sense a mighty sword aura coming towards him, like a great sun shining on his face.

Diao Xiaosi suddenly said "ah", his eyes stared blankly at the divine light, his lips moved but he didn't make a sound.

Gradually, a strange-shaped fairy sword about four feet long and three fingers wide, with no blade and no blade, was revealed in front of everyone.

Diao Xiaosi's body tremor was undoubtedly confirmed, and he shouted in his heart: "It's this sword, how is it possible?"

What appeared in front of him was the treasure of Kunlun Yaotai Palace, "Songzhao Immortal Sword", which Chizun Xia never left his body!

The so-called monk sword is in the person, and the sword is dead.

Now that the Songzhao Immortal Sword has become an auction item of Duo Yunxuan, the Chizun Hero, who has not heard from him for a long time, is bound to be more auspicious and less auspicious.

Thinking of this Diao Xiaosi's brain, his blood surged, and he couldn't help but get up and shouted: "Stop!"