Thanks to several big customers, especially Hong Fang's strong "support" in the end, Ye Lingyue received a full thousand fifth-grade elixirs. After deducting the handling fee, the total amount is more than 900,000 taels.

Gold, this money is enough for Ye Lingyue to buy a set of sixth-rate martial arts.

She can even keep part of the money to support the Ghost Sect.

After selling the elixir, the crowd dispersed.

The prefecture-level auction house was bustling again.

"The auction methods of the Thirteenth Young Master really opened my eyes. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and I can't bear to accept it." Although He Laoer was also taken advantage of once, he had a kind face, and when Ye Lingyue met him at the beginning of the month, He Laoer

, the attitude is much better.

Although the price given by Ye Lingyue was not cheap, the commission brought to Wanbao Cave from this transaction alone was one hundred thousand taels of gold.

Ye Lingyue said a few more polite words, and Mr. He went to greet other guests.

"Ling Yue, you clearly know his identity, why did you ask me to give him the elixir? Hong Fang is a man with long-term plans and a cunning nature. He bought the flying elixir at a high price, which is definitely not a good thing." There was no one around.

After paying attention to the two of them, Feng Xin lowered her voice and asked about Ye Lingyue.

He had already investigated the relationship between Ye Lingyue and Hong Fang clearly when he met her.

Knowing that Ye Lingyue once had such a miserable childhood, Feng Xin couldn't help but feel a sense of regret.

It's a pity that he couldn't meet her when she needed protection the most.

He even forgot that at that time, he was just a weak and sickly boy.

Noticing the soft light in Feng Xin's eyes, Ye Lingyue's heart skipped a beat, as if she was hurt by the tenderness in his eyes, and she turned her face away.

Feng Xin's evaluation of Hong Fang is truly heart-warming.

Recalling that just now, Feng Xin made Hong Fang and Liu Qing angry with just a few words, Ye Lingyue found it funny.

The longer Ye Lingyue spent time with Feng Xin, she found that she understood him less and less.

In front of her, he is a harmless and beautiful boy who can easily attract women's sympathy.

But sometimes, he seemed to be a profiteer as cunning as a fox, and sometimes, he would exude an icy aura that chilled her.

Which side is the real him?

Ye Lingyue's heart went through thousands of times, but at the end of the thought, she felt relieved.

Feng Xin's parents died when he was young, and he alone supports the huge Feng Mansion. He is harmless only because he believes in himself.

Whether he is a profiteer or cold-blooded, he is probably the umbrella he uses to protect himself.

"I just want to see what bad things he wants to do with the flying pill. Feng Xin, you don't really think that I would be so kind and sell the superpower pill so casually. The pill I refined will naturally

I'm not going to shoot myself in the foot." She smiled, leaned into Feng Xin's ear, and whispered a few words.

It turned out that Ling Yue added a special spice to the invisible elixir she refined.

This special fragrance can be distinguished by Xiao Zhiyo as soon as it appears.

The so-called invisible pill was completely useless in front of her.

As for Hong Fang's flying pill, it was a genuine flying pill, with nothing added in it. It's just that when the pill was just delivered, Ye Lingyue unknowingly took the flying pill.

, and replaced it with a defective flying pill that she refined.

This also means that after taking the flying pill that Hong Fang bought at a "blood-vomiting price", it lasts far shorter than the half hour that Ye Lingyue said earlier.

Even for a person like Feng Xin, who has seven orifices and an exquisite heart, he couldn't laugh or cry after listening to Ye Lingyue's words. He finally understood why the sage said: Only women and children are difficult to raise.

However, this Ye Lingyue is the Ye Lingyue Fengxin knows.

He likes her both good and bad.

Ye Lingyue's wallet was full, so she simply took Feng Xin and started wandering around.

The items in the prefecture-level auction house are indeed much better than those in the mysterious-level auction house.

Ye Lingyue even found some seventh-grade elixirs in the middle, but the price of these pills was as high as thousands or even tens of thousands of fifth-grade elixirs.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly hearing a chant of Buddha, Ye Lingyue noticed that in the corner of the bustling auction house, an old monk in shabby Zen robes was sitting cross-legged.

In front of him stood a copper bowl with its paint peeled off.

In front of the old monk, there was a cassock spread out. On the cassock, there was a scroll as big as a tile.

There were many guests coming and going, but no one noticed the old monk, as if the old monk did not exist.

Soon, Ye Lingyue realized that it was because the old monk had set a spiritual restriction around him. Only those who unlocked that restriction could discover his existence.

It's an interesting monk who comes to sell things and pretends to be a ghost to set up restrictions.

Ye Lingyue stepped forward curiously.

The scroll is engraved with crooked ancient characters.

It's a pity that Ye Lingyue doesn't recognize these Sanskrit characters, so even if she takes the photo of the iron coupon, it will be useless.

"This is the Iron Scroll of the Alchemy Book of the Vedas." Feng Xin beside her said.

"What is the Vedas? Do you recognize the words on it?" Ye Lingyue said in surprise.

"The text used by the ancient Sanskrit Buddhist sect when copying Buddhist scriptures and some important documents. The Vedic sect is one of the branches of the ancient Buddhist sect. It was once very prosperous in the Central Plains. Later, due to the raging war and the prevalence of evil cults in the Central Plains, the Vedic sect has also declined.

Yes. This monk should be a survivor of the Vedic sect."

Feng Xin was frail since she was a child and spent most of her childhood on the hospital bed.

In order to relieve his loneliness, before he was ten years old, Emperor Beiqing had traveled all over the world and recruited countless great Confucian disciples from the mainland to teach him. Among them was a powerful Buddhist who taught him a lot of Buddhism and ancient Sanskrit.

Regarding the Vedas, it was the Buddha who was the most powerful one who taught it to Feng Xin.

"Then take a look, what is recorded on this iron scroll of alchemy book." When Ye Lingyue first saw the iron scroll of alchemy book, she felt a mysterious force calling to her.

"The Sanskrit text on it has been messed up. I can only roughly guess that it records a kind of Buddhist martial arts. As for the grade, I can't guarantee it. I can only buy this iron coupon and go back and try it again.

You will only know after you decipher it." Feng Xin made a Buddhist salute to the old monk.

"There are destined people in Fodu. The two of you are destined to be old monks." The old monk's eyelids twitched slightly, and Ye Lingyue came back and bowed to Feng Xin.

"Old monk, it's hard to say whether we are destined to you or not, but the money in my wallet must be destined to you." Ye Lingyue found it very funny. These Buddhist people usually don't have a lot of food and salt, and they are aloof.

Well, to put it bluntly, we don’t have to worry about daily necessities.
Chapter completed!