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After staying in the Mortal Realm for such a long time, Ye Qian had seen some artifacts passed down from the ancient times. However, there was one thing in common with the appearance of these instruments in the Mortal Realm, which was that they not only possessed immense power, they often roamed places that humans could not reach. For example, Mortal Realm or the precipice of Mount Hua.

However, it was Ye Qian's first time seeing someone appear in the bustling and noisy East China Sea like this above the stalls of the Chong An Temple.

Ye Qian and the other two followed the familiar smell and walked forward. Finally, they stopped in front of an old man's stall.

The owner of the stall looked to be around seventy to eighty years old. Compared to Liu Er, this old man seemed very simple and unadorned. His face was old, his hands were rough, and he was wearing tattered clothes. He didn't look like someone who was selling antiques.

The items placed in front of the old man's booth weren't anything special either. They were all wooden sculptures, and looked like they were crafted by hand and were extremely detailed.

At this moment, Nangong Miaomiao and Ye Qingxuan followed Ye Qian's gaze and looked towards the booth.

Soon, the two of them found a golden-body arhat carved from red wood in front of the stall. The arhat was holding a rusty and seemingly small copper cauldron in its hand.

After staring at the small cauldron for a long time, an expression of disbelief appeared on Nangong Miaomiao's face.

Ye Qingxuan was shocked as well. She couldn't understand how such a thing could appear in the Mortal Realm.

"Floating, this is, this is …"

Just when Nangong Miaomiao wanted to reveal the origin of the thing, she was interrupted by Ye Qian, who stood beside her.

Ye Qian patted Nangong Miaomiao's hand with a smile on his face and then walked towards the stall.

"Old man, how much are you selling these wood carvings for?"

Hearing that someone was asking about the sale, the elder hurriedly raised his head. His eyes were a little dazed. He held a carving knife in the middle of his rough fingers. After thinking for a while, he said, "The big one is 2000, while the small one is 500. They are all at the same price."

"Is it handmade?" Ye Qian asked again.

The elder replied, "Of course. They were created by this old man bit by bit."

Ye Qian nodded and deliberately looked at the old man's expression. Seeing that he was fine, Ye Qian finally picked up the golden man.

"I'll take this."

The elder did not raise his head and only said, "That is the small one, five hundred pieces."

Ye Qian squinted his eyes and took out a stack of 100-yuan bills, "Old man, this is for you, there's no need to find it."

The old man was stunned, but he did not refuse. He just shakily reached out and carefully put away the stack of money that Ye Qian had taken out.

The transaction seemed to be going smoothly. Just as Ye Qian and the other two were about to leave with the golden-body arhat, a group of people suddenly came up from behind and blocked their path.

The leader of the group was an old man who appeared to be in his sixties or seventies. He had white hair at his temples and was wearing a Tang suit. Beside the old man was a group of men in suits. There were quite a few low level martial artists in this group. The most conspicuous person in this group was a monk wearing a bright yellow cassock beside the old man.

The monk was about forty years old, with nine scars on his head and a string of prayer beads in his hand.

However, with his appearance, it was alright for him to lie to ordinary people. However, in the eyes of Ye Qian and Nangong Miaomiao, he was just a rookie that had just entered the Xiantian realm.

"Little brother, please wait a moment."

The Tang suit wearing old man stood in front of Ye Qian and the other two and called out to them.

Ye Qian slightly frowned and raised his head: "What's the matter?"

The old man chuckled twice: "It's like this, this old man is a person who believes in Buddha. I just saw the lifelike wooden sculpture of the Arhat in little brother's hands, and I wonder if little brother would be willing to part with it and let this old man have it?"

Ye Qian couldn't help but laugh when he heard that the other person came for the Arhat wood carving in his hand.

"Old mister, there are many wooden carvings on this stall that are even more vivid than the arhat in my hand. If old mister truly wants to invite one back, you can choose another one. Why would you want to win the love of others?"2

With that, Ye Qian turned around and was about to leave. After all, he didn't want to waste time with these people.

However, at the same time Ye Qian turned around, the black-clothed man under the Tang suit wearing old man immediately surrounded him.

The leader snorted coldly, "Brat, do you know who you are talking to? "My family's patriarch has taken a fancy to the wooden lump in your hand. That was a blessing you had accumulated over your several lifetimes. If you know what's good for you, quickly hand it over. Otherwise …"

"Or what? Are you still planning to rob me in broad daylight? "

Ye Qian's face turned dark and he became angry.

Seeing this, the old man in Tang suit quickly scolded, "Hong Tao, step back. Do not be rude."

Hearing the old man's reprimand, that man called Hong Tao could only helplessly retreat to the side.

"Little brother, how about we discuss this? How much did you just spend on this wooden sculpture? This old man will buy it for ten times the price, what do you think?"

Ye Qian naturally knew very well about this old man in front of him singing "red face" while singing "white face".

Sneering, Ye Qian looked back and said: "I still said I'm not selling. After all, there aren't many things in this world that I like, so I don't want to share them with others. "

The moment Ye Qian said this, the Tang suit wearing old man's expression darkened. He didn't think that he would meet such an oily brat today.

He looked at the monk beside him and sighed, "Little brother, this old man is Huo Qilong, the head of the Huo Family in the East China Sea. You should have heard of my Huo family's name when you were in the East China Sea. "If little brother can make things easier for this old man today, how about we consider it as our Huo Family owing you a favor?"

Seeing that money couldn't move him, this Huo Qilong could only use the name of his family to intimidate his opponent.

However, his attitude made Nangong Miaomiao, who was standing to the side, very unhappy. After all, it was not his turn to be a small Huo family.

As she slowly stood up, Nangong Miaomiao couldn't help but snort coldly, "Huo family? Hehe, what a great face. Old man, you better listen and listen. My Eastern Ocean Nangong Family will not care about your Huo Family's face. "

Seeing this little girl introducing herself, the previously proud Huo Qilong's face immediately turned ashen. After all, Nangong Family was an important family in the East Ocean. It was not something that the Huo Family could compare to.

After a shiver, Huo Qilong cautiously looked at Nangong Miaomiao. "I have yet to ask what Miss's relationship with Nangong Family is."

On the other hand, Nangong Miaomiao said proudly, "My name is Nangong Miaomiao, my grandfather is Nangong Fenghua."

In a split-second, Huo Qilong's face turned ugly.

Just when Huo Qilong felt that it was difficult to dismount from the tiger seat, the monk beside him who had been silent all this time suddenly made a statement and chanted a resounding Buddhist chant, "Amitabha."

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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