bdsm-fiction Chapter 38 The Taoist Priest Who Doesn't Do His Proper Job
Chapter 38 The Taoist Priest Who Doesn't Do His Proper Job
"This...this is a treasure?"
Martin was startled. It turned out that while he was staring at the jade Pixiu, a wisp of mist had drifted out from the Pixiu. But when he was distracted, the mist dissipated and disappeared.
"Huh? Where did it go?"
Martin was shocked. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the jade Pixiu again.
But the fog from before seemed like an illusion, and it never appeared again.
"I couldn't have been mistaken, it must be Baoqi!"
Martin, filled with doubt and surprise, pulled out the ancient book and flipped to the Feng Shui section, where he quickly found the content related to auspicious energy.
Precious Qi is a special aura produced by the long-term mixing of the Qi of heaven and earth with certain substances.
Based on the characteristics of auspicious energy, feng shui masters can use it to arrange feng shui formations!
These kinds of objects, which possess a precious aura, are also referred to by many as ritual implements!
Martin had a sudden inspiration. He suppressed his excitement and focused his attention on the jade Pixiu.
Sure enough, the next second, a wisp of mist floated out from the jade Pixiu's body again. Upon closer inspection, the mist even had a hint of gold.
The aura formed by the golden treasure is... what was it again?
I remember now, the golden jewel symbolizes wealth!
"interesting."
Martin's lips curled into a slight smile.
"Miss, could you please show me this Pixiu?"
"Okay." Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman immediately came over, opened the glass cabinet, and took the Pixiu onto the cabinet.
"Please go ahead!"
"Thanks."
After thanking him, Martin picked up the jade Pixiu and examined it closely.
This Pixiu is about the length of a little finger and one and a half fingers wide. Its body resembles a tiger or leopard, and its head and tail are like a dragon's. It also has a single horn on its head that points backward. Except for its slightly yellowish head, the rest of its body is white.
Pixiu can be either one-horned or two-horned. One-horned pixiu is called "Tianlu" and two-horned pixiu is called "Bixie".
Although both are Pixiu, their abilities and functions are different.
Martin put down the Pixiu and asked, "How much does this Pixiu cost?"
The beautiful woman smiled and said, "Yes, this Pixiu is made of Hetian jade with a skin-colored seed material. Its advantages are that it has a warm, smooth, and lustrous texture without any impurities. Its disadvantages are also obvious: it has a relatively low oiliness. The current price is 10999."
Martin gasped inwardly.
Seize the lesser? More than ten thousand!
This piece of junk costs over ten thousand? Is this robbery?
"That's almost enough to buy a small house in Shanghai."
Martin muttered something, then chuckled awkwardly and said, "Uh, beautiful, could you make it cheaper? I really want it."
The pretty waitress hesitated for a moment, then said, "Oh, I can make the decision to round it down to ten thousand yuan for you, sir."
You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub!
I bought it!
Martin spent 10,000 silver dollars to buy this Hetian jade Pixiu with tears in his eyes.
Martin refused the pretty waitress's gift bag and walked out of Baoyuzhai with the Pixiu in his hand. Looking at the Pixiu in his hand, Martin said with a pained expression, "Little guy, I spent almost all my savings to buy you, so you mustn't disappoint me."
"I can't buy it at stores anymore, the prices are just too high. I'll have to look at these roadside stalls instead."
Martin placed the Pixiu in his wealth position. The originally ordinary Pixiu transformed into a vortex in his eyes, frantically absorbing the wealth around it and gradually forming an aura.
Become!
Martin nodded in satisfaction and walked over to a vendor, carefully examining each item with his eyes.
The man selling goods on the street was a man in his thirties. He glanced at Martin and then continued reading the magazine in his hand.
Neither of them spoke, and time passed by, second by second.
Just when Martin was getting a little dizzy from looking at it, he finally saw Baoqi again.
Rubbing his sore eyes, Martin picked up a... an emperor's dragon crown and asked, "Brother, how much is this?"
The stall owner put down the magazine, grinning, and said, "Young man, you have good taste! This is the best thing I have on this stall!"
The stall owner beckoned to Martin mysteriously, and when Martin came closer, he whispered, "Let me tell you, this is Emperor Qianlong's dragon crown! I wouldn't have told you if it weren't for the fact that you're so lucky."
"Qianlong? Which Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty?"
"Absolutely!"
Seeing the stall owner's expression that said, "Chinese people don't cheat Chinese people," Martin rolled his eyes inwardly.
If this were Emperor Qianlong's dragon crown, I'd eat it alive!
Martin asked cautiously, "Then, how much will it cost?"
Seeing Martin's clueless appearance, the stall owner felt much more at ease.
"Alas, to be honest, brother, I am a descendant of Emperor Qianlong, a member of the Yehe Lala clan, a genuine member of the Bordered Yellow Banner. If it weren't for the decline of my family, I would definitely have donated this crown to the country. But... I'm not capable. My children need money for medical treatment... My father's generation had already spent all their assets, leaving only this crown. My father even starved to death because of this..."
Martin watched his performance quietly.
I just wanted to ask the price...
Seeing that Martin remained silent, the stall owner wiped away non-existent tears with his sleeve and asked with red eyes, "Do you want to know why my father would rather starve to death than not keep this crown?"
"In no mood."
Martin shook his head.
"Well..."
The stall owner was taken aback by his unconventional approach and was momentarily speechless.
"You really don't want to?"
"I really don't want to."
"No, bro, at this point you should say 'I want to'!"
No, I don't want to.
"you..."
"I'll tell you even if you don't want to!"
The stall owner looked around mysteriously and said, "My father told me before he died that there's a shocking secret hidden inside this crown!"
Martin sighed inwardly, then feigned surprise.
The stall owner chuckled inwardly, but continued calmly, "I've never told anyone this secret before, brother. You're the first."
"Oh? Since it's a secret, then please keep it a secret." Martin, annoyed by his dawdling, got up and made to leave.
"Hey hey hey! Little brother, you're really... really mischievous!"
The stall owner ingratiated himself by pulling Martin aside.
"Actually, this secret isn't really a secret. I've told it to many people."
Martin said speechlessly, "Didn't you just say I was the first?"
"Hey, let's not talk about that, let's get down to business, business is important."
The stall owner was shameless and brushed off the loophole with a single sentence.
"My father told me that this crown holds the burial address of Emperor Qianlong!"
Martin questioned, "That's not right, isn't it? I remember Emperor Qianlong was buried in the Qing Yuling Mausoleum?"
No, do scammers these days not study history?
The stall owner argued logically, "The Qing Yuling Mausoleum...that's all a lie, a fake tomb! Think about it, would an emperor be foolish enough to openly display his tomb in public? It's practically telling tomb raiders: Come and rob my tomb! What's the difference?"
That makes sense.
Martin gave the stall owner a thumbs up.
You're really good at lying!
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