Small Village Doctor Cultivation

Chapter 893 Acquisition of Ancient Paintings
"Many items in the original Buddhist hall have naturally changed. During the demolition, an underground treasure house dedicated to collecting ancient paintings was discovered under the Buddhist hall. It is full of ancient paintings, and there are countless." Qian Yun said with a smile.

"Didn't the Buddha Hall sell the ancient paintings?" Ning Caichen asked in surprise.

"No, the main reason is that those ancient paintings are very special. Even if they are sold, no one will want them. After all, they are not works of famous masters, nor are they lifelike calligraphy and paintings. They have no value for historical research or collection. After all, the records of ancient paintings are all Buddhist scriptures. Wen. The appraisal result belongs to the graffiti left by the former eminent monks." Qian Yun said with a smile.

"Were we useful in the past? Will they sell it?" Ning Caichen asked suspiciously.

"Recently, there are fewer and fewer believers in the Buddhist hall. After all, everyone knows that the Buddha was born by the deification of the ancestors of foreigners, not our own ancestors. The deified figures in Taoism are our ancestors, so fewer and fewer people believe in Buddhism. The Buddhist hall is difficult to operate, so I told my uncle that I want to sell those ancient paintings." Qian Yun said with a smile.

If it is a Taoist treasure, it can be sold to either the Yue family or the Ning family. After all, everyone wants to find the richest ones so they can afford a big price.

But in the world of ordinary people, Qian Duo is the richest man in Nanzhou Province. If he has treasures, he will naturally have more change.

When they came to the Buddhist holy place in the suburbs, Qian Yun and the monk explained their background clearly, knowing that they were representatives of Qian Duo, they warmly took Ning Caichen and the others to the abbot's meditation room, and the abbot personally received them.

"Both benefactors, please sit down." Zhike said politely when he walked into the meditation room.

"Thank you." Ning Caichen sat down with Qian Yun.

Soon Zhike came in with the abbot.

The abbot is an old monk in his 60s, with ring scars on his head and a long snow-white beard. He looks a bit like a monk.

The abbot walked in with a kind smile on his face!

"Amitabha! Goodness, goodness, the two benefactors are full of seals, and they are definitely rich and powerful people." The abbot gave him a high hat as soon as he opened his mouth.

Ning Caichen and Qian Yun's favorability with the abbot dropped a bit.

"Hi, master! I won't beat around the bush, I'll be straightforward. We're here this time to buy ancient paintings." Qian Yun said seriously.

"The ancient painting is next door, please come with me." The abbot said joyfully, his eyes lit up.

When I came to the next room, I saw boxes one by one. The boxes looked very old and filled with a faint white aura, which meant that even the boxes were antiques.

"Huh!" Ning Caichen felt the immortal energy.

Originally, I wanted to buy ancient paintings to do business, and let the gourd absorb some precious energy, but I didn't expect that there really existed fairy energy, which meant that there were immortal artifacts in this pile of ancient paintings.

The intense beating of the inner space made Ning Caichen overjoyed. When encountering the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the inner space did not have such a violent beating, which shows that the fairy weapon is extraordinary.

"Mr. Qian has hired experts to evaluate these ancient paintings. I wonder if you still want to watch them?" the abbot said with a smile.

"You are asking for [-] million yuan, which is indeed too expensive. After all, it does not belong to cultural relics, but only Buddhist scriptures, which have no historical value for research. It only belongs to the notes left by eminent monks in ancient times." Qian Yun said seriously.

"There are so many ancient paintings, 5000 million will be enough, right?" the abbot said hastily.

"I'm not talking nonsense. I'll give you 1000 million. If you don't sell it, forget it." Qian Yun said seriously.

"4000 million, no less." The abbot said seriously.

(End of this chapter)