The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 343 - 0343 Ginseng Auction (Part 3)

Chapter 343: Chapter 0343 Ginseng Auction (Part 3)

This item isn’t any kind of herb, but a black seed.

It’s roughly the size of a glass bead and outwardly black.

The auction house probably thought it wasn’t worth much; the starting bid was only a hundred thousand.

The auctioneer introduced it like this, "Ladies and gentlemen, many of you probably recognize this item. That’s right, it is a Bodhi Seed. You crack open the outer shell, and you can thread the inside into a Bodhi Bracelet."

Someone shouted on the spot, "Are you kidding us? I deal in collectibles, and a top-quality Bodhi Bracelet costs at most ten thousand, and that’s with one hundred and eight seeds. You’re asking for a hundred thousand for one seed?"

Another person chimed in, "Right, are you planning to fleece us as if we’re easy marks?"

"What’s this rubbish, take it away quick, and bring up the ginseng."

The auctioneer’s face turned red, but professionally he continued, "Please don’t rush, let me finish. Although this is a common Bodhi Seed, its origin is quite extraordinary. This seed comes from the hands of a high monk from the Tang Dynasty.

This high monk was a Tang Dynasty Envoy from Tianzhu Country, and due to the inconvenience of travel at that time, he never returned after coming here.

After he passed away, his body remained uncorrupted and was preserved in a temple on the Zhongnan Mountain of Guanzhong.

Later, during the cultural turmoil, his body was burnt as a feudal relic. Among the flames, only this Bodhi Seed survived.

After our examination, this Bodhi Seed has extremely strong powers to nourish the spirit; it contains a tremendous life force. If planted, it might just take root and sprout. Therefore, I hope everyone will treat this seriously, this item is definitely comparable to miraculous pills."

As soon as she finished, Zheng Bin laughed uproariously up front, stirring up the crowd, "What a wonderfully crafted story! A monk from the Tang Dynasty, and from Tianzhu at that? Why didn’t you say he was Monk Tang? The Tang Dynasty was a thousand years ago, what kind of seed has such vitality after a thousand years? Do you take us for fools?"

The rich second-generation kids beside him joined in the mockery, "Young Master Zheng is right, if it were really something valuable, would you have brought it to auction, and with a starting price of only a hundred thousand?"

"Unbelievable, utterly unbelievable. If you want to con money just say it outright, why bother with these fabrications!"

"Whoever buys it is an idiot; I want to see who will be the sucker today!"

Among those present, Zhang Xuan’er wasn’t interested.

Everyone thought of her as a connoisseur, especially the old man beside her, who seemed unfathomably profound.

If she wasn’t buying, the item attracted even less attention.

It was Long Fei who became curious and decided to take a closer look with his x-ray vision.

This supernatural ability allowed him to see things that couldn’t be seen by regular eyes.

The item looked ordinary on the surface, but upon closer inspection, it was indeed surprising.

That seed was wrapped in a faint halo—it might have been unknown what use it had, but it definitely wasn’t something a common seed could emit.

Long Fei whispered to Wang Quan, asking him to help bid for it.

If he spoke up, Zheng Bin would notice.

This kid never considered the situation when he acted, and Long Fei didn’t have the time to deal with this trouble.

Just as the auctioneer was about to give up, Wang Quan suddenly raised his sign at that moment.

Under the surprised gazes of the crowd, he raised his hand and made an offer, "Add ten thousand!"

Each bid had to be at least one-tenth of the starting price.

Wang Quan simply bid the minimum; he didn’t understand why Long Fei would fall for the auction house’s spiel.

Such stories were all too common on the streets.

Vendors would take a mushroom and hype it as if it were a divine mushroom endowed by the Heavenly Empress Mother, specifically to con foreigners who didn’t know any better.

To wrap such a Bodhi Seed in a tale and sell it for a high price of a hundred thousand seemed ludicrous.

Wang Quan could only assume Long Fei had more money than he knew what to do with.

As he spoke, a crowd of onlookers gathered.

Long Fei and An Xiaoke hung their heads; under such lighting, Zheng Bin didn’t notice them.

He could only curse, "Idiots, buying such trash; really think they have the eye for true value!"

There were constant jeers in the room, but no one made an offer.

Zhang Xuan’er also turned to glance at Wang Quan; she seemed uninterested in his appearance and quickly sat down after a brief look.

The auctioneer breathed a sigh of relief, for although not much was sold, at least there were no unsold lots.

As the item was handed over to Wang Quan, the auctioneer then introduced with gravity, "Thank you for your patience, ladies and gentlemen. We will now introduce the final lot of the auction. As many of you may already know, this lot is none other than Wild Mountain Ginseng, unearthed from Changbai Mountain. Over the years, the Huangfu Group has entrusted our auction house with the sale of many ginsengs. However, the majority have been cultivated, and wild varieties are nearly impossible to find. Not to mention, this particular ginseng is over two hundred years old, truly a rare find in this world."

An attendant pulled back the red cloth on the side, and under the spotlight the ginseng was revealed.

Just as he had heard on the train, this ginseng indeed took on the shape of a human.

Its eyes, mouth, and nose, were lifelike.

It seemed that given a few more years, it could transform into a human form.

Long Fei fidgeted with the Bodhi Seed in his hand, his mind, just as the host had said, seemed to have truly calmed down.

For cultivators meditating, the most dreaded thing was a disturbed and cluttered mind.

If one’s mind wandered, the minor consequence would be chaotic Qi; the severe one could be entering devilry, a situation with dire consequences.

Thus, most sects typically forbid their disciples from descending the mountain, for worldly attachments, especially those of love between men and women, were extremely detrimental to cultivation.

Long Fei had a deep understanding of this. Sometimes, even when engrossed in meditation, his thoughts would drift toward the female form.

This was a man’s instinct, utterly uncontrollable.

At such times, essential Qi would violently surge within the body.

Unless one woke and rested a while, this raging fire could burn one alive.

The Daoist sects value naturalness, and many have developed methods of dual cultivation for men and women.

Yin and Yang complement each other, achieving harmony.

The Buddhist sects are more intense, focusing on extinguishing worldly desires.

In these cases, one either castrates oneself like the "Sunflower Manual" suggests, or cultivates an unmovable, red dust-free heart.

All Buddhist scriptures are essentially centered on tempering the heart.

Long Fei guessed that the monk must have played with this seed for his entire life, and it likely absorbed the monk’s Buddhist aura.

It was this aura that soothed people’s minds.

Any cultivator who plays with an object for a long time inevitably imbues it with their intentions.

This intent can be preserved for a lengthy period; the higher the cultivation level, the more powerful the intent.

Hence, objects left by high monks, such as Zen Staffs or prayer beads, inherently carry the ability to exorcise evil.

For cultivators, this is even more evident; the matched swords left by some esteemed figures are incredibly full of killing intent.

An average person simply cannot control it; in a desperate situation, it could even force the hand to kill its current master.

The bidding continued in the room, wave after wave of calls; the starting price of ten million was quickly driven up to over fifty million.

However, he was no longer concerned; obtaining the high monk’s bead for free was worth a hundred times more than the ginseng.

It’s just that mortals can’t recognize real jewels, but it was destined to be his all along.