Chapter 91 Business delivered to your doorstep, embroidered shoes
"Jiang Hua?"
Shirley Yang asked with some uncertainty.
"Yes, it's me!"
The statue's mouth did not move, but the voice directly resounded in Shirley Yang's mind.
"This is amazing!"
Even Shirley Yang had to marvel.
This Shinto method really has endless magical effects!
"Jiang Hua, from now on, no matter where I am, can you contact me remotely?" Shirley Yang asked.
Jiang Hua frowned and thought for a moment.
"Probably not. If I talk to you remotely now, I need to consume the power of my soul. If we are far away from each other, then I may only be able to sense your life and death, but not be able to talk to you."
Hearing this sentence, Shirley Yang was a little disappointed.
She thought she could always keep in touch with Jiang Hua no matter where she was.
But this is also very good.
Jiang Hua said: "Shirley, please practice again and show me how the power of faith is generated?"
Shirley Yang nodded.
She sat cross-legged and closed her eyes tightly. There were strange spells chanting in his mouth.
At this moment, from Jiang Hua's perspective. There seemed to be a change before my eyes.
He saw Shirley Yang kneeling on the ground, praying to a god with feet on the boundless hell. A trace of power of faith radiated from Shirley Yang's body.
The power of these beliefs enters behind this god.
Through the belief channel, it was transmitted to Jiang Hua's body.
Suddenly, Jiang Hua also discovered that the spirit and energy in Shirley Yang's body seemed to become more solid after being integrated into this god.
At the same time, the total amount of power of faith generated by Shirley Yang has also become more.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Hua suddenly felt enlightened.
That statue is equivalent to Shirley Yang and his transit station.
Symbolizes Jiang Hua's true nature.
The more solid the statue is, the deeper the connection between Shirley and him.
The more power of faith is generated.
Jiang Hua immediately asked Shirley Yang to stop.
Seriously warned: "Shirley, don't use your energy to solidify the statue in the future."
"This will have an impact on your body."
Shirley Yang frowned and said: "But how should I practice?"
Jiang Hua thought for a while and said, "I will teach you a method of visualization that can cultivate the soul, which may solve this shortcoming."
"Yeah."
Shirley Yang nodded.
Jiang Hua immediately passed the Diamond Sutra to her.
And asked her to visualize the sun or moon and stars.
Jiang Hua first started practicing using Buddha bone relics.
Otherwise I don’t know how long it will take.
Only then could he build the sun.
Originally, he thought that it would take Shirley Yang a long time to condense the object of his visualization!
Unexpectedly, only half an hour later...
"Jiang Hua, I have constructed the visualization object."
"What?"
Jiang Hua was stunned immediately.
He said with some uncertainty: "Did you really build it?"
"Yeah."
Shirley Yang said matter-of-factly: "What's so difficult about this? It's much easier than building your god statue."
Because it is through the channel of faith.
Jiang Hua can see Shirley's mind.
He looked intently...
Sure enough, I saw a bright moon, suspended in Shirle Yang's soul sea, emitting bright light, constantly strengthening her soul.
"Woo~"
Jiang Hua had the urge to cry.
In order to construct the sun visualization object, he spent a precious Buddha bone relic...
And Shirley Yang only spent half an hour.
I have successfully started practicing...
"How is it? Is my talent okay?"
"It's okay..."
the next day.
Jiang Hua came to Nagoxuan to stay for a while as usual.
"Let me tell you, this is an enamel vase from the Yongzheng period. It is a treasure!"
"How much do you plan to pay for Nagoxian?"
A man in a black coat was selling a porcelain bottle.
This porcelain bottle has gorgeous illustrations engraved on it.
The appearance is small and exquisite, the colors of various enamel materials are harmoniously matched, the color materials are translucent, and the patterns are clear, depicting a lifelike lady.
Jiang Hua nodded.
This is indeed a treasure.
Early this morning, this man in black coat ran over and wanted to buy a small enamel vase for baby girls.
Jiang Hua listened for a while and said with a smile: "Sir, I wonder how much you want to sell it for?"
The man in black coat rolled his eyes and stretched out a finger.
"One hundred thousand?"
Jiang Hua nodded, the price is not bad.
Unexpectedly, the man in black coat shook his head.
"One million!"
Jiang Hua was stunned for a moment.
Although this enamel vase is precious, it only costs between three and four hundred thousand at most. You have to meet someone you really like.
If calculated based on the market price, this enamel bottle would be around 200,000 yuan.
Of course it was pawned by the man in the black coat.
The price will naturally be less.
One hundred thousand is about the same.
What did the man in the black coat think?
Do you still want to sell this thing for one million?
Jiang Hua couldn't help but laugh angrily.
Mainly, this enamel bottle is still a black item.
It was just poured out of the tomb.
He could smell the earthy smell of the man in black coat from a hundred meters away.
"Sorry, we can't accept this price, please return it!"
Jiang Hua immediately said coldly.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?"
The man in black coat was a little dissatisfied and said: "If the price is not good, we can negotiate again. How can you drive people away?!"
Jiang Hua picked up the teacup and took a sip.
He said slowly: "Our Nagoxuan can only sell up to 100,000."
"One hundred thousand?"
The man in black coat shook his head, "Don't lie to me. I've already learned about it in the market. This enamel bottle can be sold for up to four to five hundred thousand. You want to take my treasure away for just one hundred thousand?"
Jiang Hua was too lazy to talk to him.
"Anyway, I can only afford 100,000 yuan from Naguxuan."
"If anyone offers a higher price, go there!"
The man in black coat glared, his face a little angry and hesitant.
Suddenly, at this time, Lao Hu and Fatty came over.
There was someone behind them.
He seems to be an honest and honest man.
He was wearing a blue military coat and a pair of cloth shoes. He had dark skin and a rough face. He was obviously a farmer who often did farm work.
Lao Hu and Fatty had bright eyes.
It was obvious that they had all broken through to the level of first-grade warriors.
Jiang Hua immediately greeted him.
"Lao Hu, why are you here?"
The fat man chuckled, "Brother Jiang, I've got some business for you.
"What business?"
Lao Hu explained: "We met this old man on the road today. He said he came from Gulan County."
Hearing these words, Jiang Hua's eyes shone with light.
"Then what?"
"He said he had a treasure he wanted to sell to you."
"Oh?"
Jiang Hua became interested.
He looked at the honest man behind Lao Hu.
"Brother, what do you call me?"
The farmer man was obviously a little nervous.
He hesitated and said: "I, my name is Li Chunlai!"
"What does Brother Li want to sell?" Jiang Hua said with a smile.
Li Chunlai showed hesitation on his face and looked around.
Then he took out a package from his arms...
The fat man was a little impatient.
"Hey, what are you doing so much?"
"We won't steal your things.
"Look at my brother, who owns such a big store. Will he still care about your stuff?"
Jiang Hua smiled and said, "Brother Li, don't worry, I, Ming Guxuan, am based on integrity and will not covet your things."
In fact, if he hadn't seen Li Chunlai, he would have come from Gulan County.
He doesn't pay any attention to these things.
After all, he is a farmer.
Even if you pick up some antiques.
Basically it won't be anything valuable.
The man in black coat had already wanted to leave, but after seeing Li Chunlai being secretive, his face became somewhat interested.
Then he stopped and watched.
Li Chunlai was still worried.
"Well, then you can't steal my treasure!"
"Yes, or I will fight you tooth and nail!"
Jiang Hua could only nod helplessly.
"Don't worry, I promise it will be okay, right?"
Li Chunlai took the thing wrapped in rags to the table and opened it carefully.
After opening the rag, everyone's eyes froze.
I found it to be an embroidered shoe with gold threads.
After Jiang Hua saw that it was just an embroidered shoe.
There was a sudden look of disappointment on his face.
He looked over at a glance.
This is an embroidered shoe from the Ming Dynasty, trimmed with gold thread. If you can get a pair, it may have some artistic value.
It's a pity that there is only one shoe.
The value is greatly reduced.
(End of chapter)