louisehourcade 181. Chapter 181 Don't Be Afraid, Old People Are Not Bad People!
181. Chapter 181 Don't Be Afraid, Old People Are Not Bad People!
Chapter 181: Don't be afraid, this old man is not a bad person!
Nepal, Gade City.
Since the last Returned to Origin held the first auction, new airports, hotels, and entertainment facilities have been built here. A highway and a railway have also completed preliminary work, waiting for funds to be raised to hire a professional team from the East to start construction, completely changing the poor transportation environment of Gade City.
Under these series of changes, the local support for the Temple of Exorcism has been increasing day by day. Even the local bosses who were previously thinking about how to get a share of the pie now obediently bring gifts to the temple and become devout believers.
In addition to these changes, after the auction ended, there were more people from all over the place who came to offer treasures. They heard from different channels that Mr. Huang and other named disciples were willing to purchase exotic treasures listed in the register at a high price. And not only money, even immortality can be negotiated.
As a result, the people offering treasures almost caused traffic paralysis in the factory area. Mr. Huang and the others were initially quite excited. However, they found that those sellers who treated their own things as treasures were just bluffing in terms of reputation. Their self-introductions were either as folk collectors who had been famous for many years or descendants of famous people.
Some even directly claimed that their good things were special items obtained from the palace through special channels. As a result, the things they brought out were either made last week or custom-made the night before. There were even items with microwave oven markings on the bottom that were treated as ancestral treasures.
This made Mr. Huang and the others deeply feel the rich and interesting diversity among individuals in the human species.
There was no other way, so Mr. Huang and the others had to find an organization. They requested a batch of experts with a scale of one hundred people to come and be stationed on the front line for screening. After ensuring the quality, they would be supervised by them, who were at least Half-step Transcendent cultivators.
This reduced the workload and kicked out a large wave of people who wanted to try their luck.
Naturally, as these people who left with a wounded heart, many rumors emerged in various circles claiming that Mr. Huang and the others were a group of scammers.
However, the genuine Transcendent power was there, and those who had real things naturally ignored the cries of the folk collectors.
As more and more people came to offer treasures, some items from the list Su Ping gave them actually appeared. After Mr. Huang and the others confirmed the reaction of these items through their Magic power, they happily gave rewards or promises.
In addition, there were a few items that Mr. Huang and the others found interesting but couldn't determine, so they kept them and waited for Su Ping's identification.
Su Ping transformed into a Rat Daoist. In the burial ground of the Grotto-Heaven in the pot, he summoned Mr. Huang and the others.
Mr. Huang and the other six people appeared familiarly in the residence on the mountaintop and drank a cup of hot tea brought by the cat girls.
Su Ping reported his recent gains with a clear and refreshing spirit.
Among them, there were naturally the temporal rifts that appeared in the countries of the batons and cherry blossoms, as well as the mention of the Transcendents in the latest intelligence obtained from friendly sources.
After listening, Daoist Mouse smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I know most of those Transcendents. Although we are not allies, we are not enemies either."
"And recently, the cultivation world has been in constant turmoil. It's a chaotic time everywhere!"
"Alright, enough of these things that are useless to both of us."
"Bring them out, let me see what interesting things they are."
After shaking his head, Daoist Mouse got to the point.
Huang Zong quickly took out a large wooden box from his storage bag.
After opening it, Su Ping understood why these named disciples were uncertain.
Unlike the appearance of the Heavenly and Mortal Treasures in the book, everything in this wooden box had been processed.
They were bronze statues the size of a palm, with strange shapes, large heads and small bodies that did not conform to modern aesthetics.
There was a scroll of court paintings that was not very famous, but used a lot of materials.
And some antique utensils with many decorations.
These things were all genuine antiques, and they were valuable even in ancient times.
Therefore, there was a greater chance of finding good things on them compared to ordinary artworks.
After all, Heavenly and Mortal Treasures were something that ancient people knew how to distinguish between good and bad, but they did not have magic power, and the environment did not have spiritual qi.
The ancient people who could not fully utilize the true functions of these treasures could only appreciate them and use them as accessories for artworks or even precious pigments...
Just by taking a glance, Su Ping confirmed that some of the pigments on the scroll should be a precious refining material called Star Silver Stone.
In the Immortal World, even the big shots with Gold Cores would fight over this good stuff.
It could be used as auxiliary materials for the embryos of Magic Treasures.
If it was known that mortals were using it as pigments...
The paintings produced would probably not become famous... I'm afraid they would even provoke the intention to destroy their country!
Su Ping enveloped the scroll with his divine sense and gently raised his right hand.
The useful items in the scroll separated from the paper and entered the storage spiritual weapon in Su Ping's sleeve.
Then, the divine sense left the scroll and entered those antiques.
In just a few breaths, Huang Zong and the others saw shiny particles flying out of the antiques and entering Daoist Mouse's sleeve.
Finally, Daoist Mouse personally picked up the bronze statue and hesitated, saying, "The other items have very few usable things, which affected your magic power."
"But this bronze statue... it doesn't have any extraordinary items throughout its body."
"Instead, it has been contaminated by being in contact with a certain extraordinary item for too long, which caused a certain reaction of magic power, making you mistakenly think it is a treasure."
"Interesting!"
"Is the original owner of this thing still around?"
Upon hearing Daoist Shu's question, General Huang smiled and said, "Master, rest assured, these people have been arranged. If you need anything, we can personally go and inquire at any time."
"No need, this matter is of great importance. I will go and take a look myself."
Daoist Shu chuckled and gave a few more instructions before waving goodbye to his named disciples.
He then played with this bronze statue, marveling at it and vaguely suspecting that he might be able to find some Heavenly and Mortal Treasures comparable to cold ice heavy water.
Although the Water Blue Star had no Spiritual Qi, there were still surprises waiting for him.
And more importantly, all the surprises on this planet... belonged to him alone!
In the suburbs of the city of Gade, near the highway next to the factory.
Inside the newly built hotel.
Zhang Ping'an sat in the lotus position on the bed, silently practicing breathing exercises.
His family had been lay disciples of the Daoist sect for generations, passing down several breathing exercise techniques.
There was even a mysterious and profound technique that had been passed down.
It could be considered a profound family heritage.
However, before the mysterious events occurred, Zhang Ping'an, as the only son of the younger generation, preferred to study science rather than cultivate the Dao.
With his exceptional talent, he graduated early from a top university and became a member of the Young Scholars Program.
Then, the continuous occurrence of mysterious events, especially the major events in the Cherry Blossom Country, awakened Zhang Ping'an and made him resolutely decide to return home to cultivate the Dao.
During this period of time, Zhang Ping'an vaguely discovered that his generation and the older generation... seemed to be cultivating false immortality!
He hadn't realized it before, but everything was afraid of comparison, right?
This also strengthened Zhang Ping'an's determination to seek the true path.
He had been to Emei Mountain, but after learning that it had been closed, he decided not to take the usual route. As a result, he was caught and detained for a day before being released without reaching the Golden Summit.
He had also been to the country of the sticks and found the church there to be full of deception and trickery.
Feeling that it was better not to stay in that place, he returned home and became proficient in the family's breathing exercises.
Suddenly, he was summoned back by the ancestors.
It turned out that the ancestors were seriously ill.
Then, he met several old fellow Daoists who came to visit him on his sickbed.
From their mouths, he learned about the recent events and the affairs that General Huang and others were involved in at Niepo.
As a result, his will to survive led him to summon his grandson Zhang Ping'an and asked him to take the family heirloom to Niepo to try his luck.
After Zhang Ping'an handed over the bronze statue, he was arranged to stay in the VIP room.
Ding dong!
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Interrupting Zhang Ping'an's breathing exercise practice.
Zhang Ping'an frowned slightly.
Since being arranged in the VIP room, he had encountered various people coming to find him.
Some were trying to establish connections, some were asking for favors, and some were willing to pay a high price to buy his promise.
He came to the door, but instead of opening it, he pressed the intercom and coughed lightly, saying, "It's late, I don't accept visitors. Please leave..."
"Leave? That's not possible!"
Just as Zhang Ping'an finished speaking and was about to hang up the call, he heard an old voice.
And then, without waiting for any other action from him.
With a click, Zhang Ping'an widened his eyes and saw that the door had actually... opened!
Then, the corridor in front of him was filled with black mist.
The black mist surged until an old man in a black robe with a cane walked out.
The black mist quieted down.
At the same time, the door closed automatically.
However, the black mist continued to seep into the room through the gap in the door.
In just a few seconds, Zhang Ping'an's bare feet were already submerged in the black mist.
"I am Daoist Shu, the Earth Rat Daoist. Nice to meet you, young brother."
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."
Daoist Shu came uninvited, greeted Zhang Ping'an, and then used his supernatural power to pull him back to the living room, where they sat facing each other.
Feeling the fear that he couldn't control, Zhang Ping'an looked at the Daoist dressed as a Demonic Cultivator in front of him.
The words he had planned to say to General Huang and the others were now stuck in his throat.
He kept swallowing saliva but couldn't help but look at the black mist pervading the ground. He faintly felt that the parts of his body in contact with the black mist were icy cold, and he could feel the chill invading his body, making him more and more frightened and uneasy.
"This is Mr. Huang's territory. I am staying here at their invitation."
Zhang Ping'an gritted his teeth and tried to intimidate the black-robed old man of unknown origin with General Huang's expectations.
But soon, he heard an answer that made him tremble all over.
"I know, I came to see you after hearing about you from Little Huang."
"I forgot to introduce myself properly."
Su Ping looked at the restless Zhang Ping'an and said in a low voice, "I am!"
"The master you mentioned!"