Moon Emperor

Chapter 261 A Magic Lamp

In the main hall of Wang's house, Su Yan deliberately told Wang Changling not to call the Patriarch and others, and he directly explained the purpose of coming as soon as he sat down:
"Last time in Fengle Tower, I heard from Mr. Wang that someone entrusted you to auction a mask? I don't know if there is such a thing."

Wang Changling was a little surprised, he replied cautiously: "There is this matter, an old acquaintance entrusted it."

"Originally, if you want, my Wang family doesn't mind being a middleman."

"However, we have entrusted this item to the Jiangnan Shen family for auction, and it will be auctioned in Jubao Pavilion in this city tomorrow night; if we rush to get it back now, it may not be appropriate."

Wang Changling's tone was very tactful, and Su Yan would not force others into difficulties. He waved his hand and said, "Could you please introduce, who is that old senior you are talking about?"

"This." Wang Changling showed a little embarrassment, "That senior is an old friend of the previous generations of my Wang family. He is a very low-key person, and our Wang family is not allowed to disclose any information about him to the outside world."

"In fact, we know very little about him, and there are not many people left in the Wang family who have actually seen him."

"A monk?" Su Yan asked again.

Wang Changling hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Su Yan was thoughtful, if it was really a patrol mask, this cultivator must have tried many times and could not get the mask's approval before he chose to sell it.

But the channels chosen are so quirky that it's kind of interesting.
"There should be a threshold for this auction, right? I want to see it tomorrow."

"Of course no problem," Wang Changling immediately patted his chest and promised, "You can sit wherever you want, and our Wang family will do our best to help you get this thing, and we will pay for all expenses."

Su Yan smiled and said, "I didn't say I wanted this thing, I just stopped by to watch the excitement."

"By the way, my whereabouts are a secret. Before I leave Hangzhou City, you must not tell anyone that you have seen me, including members of the Wang family. Do you understand?"

Wang Changling hesitated for a moment, but agreed.

Then Su Yan left Wang's house without lingering. He had already asked about the location of Jubao Pavilion, and it would open at [-]:[-] am tomorrow morning, and Wang Changling would be waiting for him at the door.

Jubao Pavilion can be regarded as a well-known place in Hangzhou City. It has multiple functions such as sales, pawns, and auctions. The owner behind it is the Shen family, a wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River.

Backed by the Jiangnan Canal, this place connects the north and the south, so there are often some good things here, and it is a place where many upper class people in Dachu like to visit.

As for today, there is indeed an auction that has been advertised for several months. I heard that the treasure at the finale is a mask.

The weirdest thing is that the seller didn't provide any information, only saying [people who know its value will know it], and they didn't even look at it.

Many people sneered at this, is it still playing this way these days?Are you mentally ill?Even the sisters who come out to sell know that they have to let the customers meet.

Therefore, the number of guests present today was not more than imagined, which is an ordinary scale. It cannot be said to be sparse, but it can only be said that I am really sorry for the hard work of the Wang family and the Shen family.

Su Yan, who arrived at the pinch point, entered a cylindrical building under the leadership of Wang Changling.

The central area here is a huge circular open space. There is a stone platform in the center of the open space, surrounded by three-story buildings, with a wide view, which reminds Su Yan of the Hakka enclosures he saw in his previous life.

It's worth mentioning that Wang Changling knew that Su Yan wanted to keep a low profile, so he didn't use his true colors today. Like Su Yan, he also made a disguise.

And under Su Yan's instruction, they didn't go to the third floor, the Tianzi No. [-] box facing the stone platform in the open space.

I just chose a room on the second floor on the side, where the front is open, the view is not bad, and the location is inconspicuous, just right to observe everything in the field secretly.

As time passed, the guests entered the venue one by one, and Su Yan carefully observed the people who came.

He not only wanted to see what subordinates the nobleman would send over, but also wanted to see if the "old senior" that Wang Changling said would be there in person.

Not long after, the people who should arrive basically arrived. Su Yan noticed a few special visitors through the qi-watching technique.

One is a female Taoist priest who holds a wine gourd in her hand and pours a sip into her mouth whenever she has something to do.

This female crown can be said to be quite unkempt. She is wearing a blue Taoist robe, the bun on her head is crooked, and she smells of alcohol.

If it weren't for her good background, fair face, slender figure, and a bit of winking eyes when drunk, I am afraid that in the eyes of ordinary people, she would be a drunkard that everyone would hate.

One is a man in black with a stern face and two long swords behind his back.

He has an aura that cannot be ignored, the aura of a swordsman.

One was an old man holding a crutch and wearing a black robe embroidered with gold thread dragon pattern.

The aura on his body is very restrained, and his steps and actions are no different from ordinary people. Most importantly, when Su Yan looked over, he saw a blank space above his head!nothing.

It is impossible for a living thing to have its own qi. Humans have qi, monsters have qi, and demons have qi.

Since the other party doesn't look like a dead thing, it can only mean that either the old man also knows the method of hopeful qi, so he can take the initiative to restrain his natal qi, just like Su Yan.

Either the old man's cultivation method is very special, and the grade is also very high. He pays attention to hiding all traces of himself, and even hides his natal aura.

In addition, Su Yan could tell that these three people should all be monks.

The aura of a monk is different from that of a warrior, and it is easy to distinguish it.

Because warriors follow a path similar to "physical cultivation", they usually have the characteristics of exuberant qi and blood all over their bodies, while monks regard the characteristics of their skills as different, and each has its own differences.

To Su Yan's surprise, apart from them, although there were not many monks attracted by this mysterious mask, they were not too few. There were about six or seven monks, but everyone was very low-key.

After thinking about it, Su Yan released some natal energy before outsiders noticed him, but it seemed that there was only a simple white energy, which was very weak, similar to ordinary people.

This is also the reason that the old man in black robe reminded Su Yan that in the eyes of a person who possesses the qi-watching technique, it is the most suspicious thing to have no natal qi.

Although in the practice world, there seem to be very few people who really know how to look at Qi, but they can't be careless because of this.

One by one, the guests either entered the boxes on the upper floor, or sat down at random in the circular lobby on the first floor; a fat steward of the Jubao Pavilion, who saw that almost everyone was seated, took the stage to preside over today's auction.

Auctioned and sold here, in addition to mortal antiques, there are also some elixir and elixir needed by warriors for body tempering and cultivation, or armor and precious soldiers for combat.

Su Yan even saw the fat steward, and took a picture of the incomplete [Yellow-level] formation. The price was extremely high, [-] gathering spirit stones plus a fertile spiritual field.

There are four levels of formation diagrams: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Yellow. The truly high-level formation diagrams can automatically form formations as soon as they are laid out. It is equivalent to a special magic weapon.

During the period, those monks were not completely uninterested in these auction items, and most of them asked for bids to participate.

After all, although the cultivation systems are different, many things that need to be used are similar. As long as the price is right, they don't mind taking it easily.

Su Yan was not very interested in these things, and only waited for the last mask to appear, and the same was true for the three monks he observed at the beginning.

Most of the people who came today were regular customers of Jubao Pavilion, so the auction process went very quickly.

Right below the stone platform, after raising a golden box inlaid with precious stones by itself, the fat steward clapped his hands and shouted vigorously at his dantian:
"Come, come! Ladies and gentlemen, this is the penultimate item for today. Originally, it should be the protagonist of today. Once the mysterious treasure entrusted by the Wang family arrives, it has no choice but to take the second place."

As soon as these words came out, everyone became interested.

Even Su Yan turned his eyes away from the expressions of everyone on the field and looked at Shitai.

I saw the fat steward opening the ornately decorated golden treasure chest, which was a precious place. The bottom of the chest was lined with red velvet, and a golden mysterious object in the shape of a teapot with a long mouth was quietly placed on it.

The steward carefully held up the "teapot" with both hands, surrounded it 360 degrees, and showed it to everyone, with a look of pride and pride, as if it was really something extraordinary.

On the contrary, Su Yan looked a little weird, why does the style of this teapot look familiar.

"Everyone, this is something that has flowed from the Western Regions after several twists and turns, accompanied by countless blood and fights."

"It has a very special name, it's called [Lamp of Wishes]!"

When Su Yan heard the name, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. He said why it looks so familiar, isn't this the Aladdin magic lamp in "One Thousand and One Nights"? !

Many people were stunned when they heard this, "Isn't this a pot?!" "Where does it ignite? The lid?"

The fat steward looked a little embarrassed, he coughed, "Don't you care about its efficacy?"

"Also, this is indeed a lamp. This style seems to be called [Arabian oil lamp]. Anyway, the things in the remote and small countries in the Western Regions are all weird and weird. It is normal that the oil lamps in our Central Plains look different."

"Listen to the name, can this oil lamp help people realize their wishes?" A guest asked from a distance.

Another person shouted dissatisfiedly: "Don't interrupt, I just want to know where it started?"

The fat steward coughed again, "Light the fire from the mouth of the pot, there is a wick in it, and it is connected to the lamp oil in the abdomen."

Then he spoke loudly again, and his expression became very excited, "That's right! This honored guest before, just as you thought, this magic lamp can help people realize their wishes. Pay attention, it is any wish!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the venue was in an uproar. Is there really such a miraculous thing in this world? !

Even the drunk female Taoist priest couldn't help but rubbed her misty eyes and looked at the golden lamp; the sword cultivator raised her brows slightly;

Seeing that the atmosphere was heated up, the fat steward added because of his rigor, "At least according to the local legend."

This caused many people's eyes to change slightly, and they all had the urge to beat up this fat man.

Someone was anxious, and he shouted: "What is a legend? It means that this thing can't fulfill wishes?"

"No, no, no," the fat steward waved his hands again and again, "Don't worry, everyone, let me introduce you in detail."

"It is said that in the remote Western Regions, about seven or eight hundred years ago, there was a story about a magic lamp."

"It is said that there was a kind and poor young man who got a magic lamp made of gold by chance. He originally wanted to sell it for money, but later he accidentally discovered that this magic lamp could actually fulfill one of his wishes!"

"So the boy made a wish that he would marry the king's beautiful daughter."

"As a result, after the promise was made, the wish did not come true immediately. Disappointed, he sold the magic lamp for a sum of money."

"But what the boy never expected was that he used the money to do business, not only made a lot of money within a few months, but also met the king's daughter by accident."

"Although there were a few twists and turns, half a year later, the young man got his wish and married the king's only daughter, and was appointed as the next king."

"This good thing that fell from the sky made the boy ecstatic! At the same time, he also regretted selling that magic lamp."

"But after that, no matter how hard he tried to find it and how high the price was, he never got back that magic lamp."

Everyone was lost in thought when they heard this, but the fat steward continued, "The story is not over yet, that guy is just the first owner of the magic lamp of wish. At least according to relevant records, the earliest legend of the magic lamp came from himself. Self-report."

"After decades, the magic lamp reappeared in the world, but in another small country next door."

"Its second owner was a beggar. After he discovered the secret of the magic lamp, he made a wish and asked for great power."

"In the next six months, he not only obtained the mysterious exercises by accident, but also had many adventures. In just six months, he changed from a mortal with no strength to a third-level innate master."

"This makes the beggar very precious to the magic lamp, and always carries it on his body, for fear of being stolen."

"But one day half a year later, the magic lamp disappeared by itself, which made the beggar feel very sad; at the same time, his realm also stagnated at this stage, and he was never able to break through."

The fat steward spoke more and more quietly, because he realized that he shouldn't be telling the truth, because many guests had already shown a look of "nothing more than that".

He quickly added: "The upper limit of the wish magic lamp is definitely more than this, anyway, there are many stories behind it."

"It can even make a small country that has been attacked by sandstorms all year round, and the weather has been smooth for half a year. Think about it, the power of the ordinary third realm can change the weather on a large scale? Can it last for half a year?"

Everyone thought about it, but the fat steward struck while the iron was hot, "I think the biggest limitation is actually the half-year time limit. Many stories about the wish lamp in the Western Regions clearly mentioned this [half a year]."

"You can make any wish, but when the time is up, the magic lamp will disappear automatically, and it will not help you maintain everything you have, unless you can continue to maintain it yourself."

"For example, the first owner of the magic lamp is a good enough young man himself. He didn't make a wish to get rich in a short period of time. That is to say, the success of the first business depends entirely on himself."

"And even though he sold the magic lamp early in the morning, the king's daughter did not leave him half a year later. He even became the new king successfully and left behind a popular legend."

(End of this chapter)