golden eye

Chapter 32 Devouring the Boy-Shaped Buddha Spirit

Chapter 032 Devouring the Boy-Shaped Buddha Spirit
The reason why Mo Liming asked Fu Yihong to appraise for him the blue and white gourd bottle marked with the inscription of the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty was because he trusted the other party. The relationship between them has become much closer, and Fu Yihong is full of gratitude to herself, and under such circumstances, she will only be happy to ask her for something.

In fact, Mo Liming also wanted it. If he went to find Chen Hanwen himself, he would not refuse to help him. At the same time, his ability to appraise treasures was no worse than Fu Yihong's. On the contrary, he would have much more experience in certain aspects. After all, he Fu Yihong has grown up a lot and has relatively richer knowledge.

But Mo Liming finally decided to choose Fu Yihong. For this reason, he considered this bottle. Chen Hanwen had seen this bottle before. Although he hadn't seen its true face, he knew the shape of the bottle well. He would definitely recognize it at a glance. Come out, you must know that he is an expert in porcelain, and he is very sensitive to such things. Mo Liming doesn't want Che Hanwen to feel suspicious of himself because of this. It's better to keep a low profile.

After calling Fu Yihong to find out her whereabouts, Mo Liming wrapped the gourd bottle that had been washed off the paint with paper and packed it in a large bag made of solid fabric, and then prepared to rush to the East City that Fu Yihong mentioned. , the destination is the euphemistically named "Jingyixuan".

"Mom, I have something to go out."

Before leaving, Mo Liming deliberately came to his parents' room to say hello to his mother.

"Just go out? Why don't you eat first." At that time, Mo's mother was lying on the bed and arranging the bedding and clothes for her husband.

Mo Liming's father, Mo Dezong, has always been bedridden. He has severe liver disease, which belongs to severe chronic liver cirrhosis. His jaundice index and transaminase are more than ten times that of normal healthy people. The doctor said that this disease is more dangerous Yes, if the treatment is not actively carried out, it is very likely that the patient will not last long.

"Oh, no, I'll go out to eat." Mo Liming squinted and smiled, "I'm eating with my colleague, she is waiting for me."

"Obviously, come here—"

After all, Mo Liming was about to leave, but at this moment his mother waved to him, signaling him to go over.

At that moment, Mo Liming approached the bed without even thinking about it. Since both his parents had been troubled by diseases for many years, most of them were treated in their own room, including taking medicine and injections, so the light was dim and it was not spacious. The room was filled with the smell of soda water and other potions.

At this moment, Mo Liming's father, Mo Dezong, was lying quietly on the bed. Originally, his attending doctor suggested that he go to the hospital for treatment, because they found that his condition was getting worse and could not be ignored. However, Mo Dezong took the initiative Giving up, he basically placed all hope of curing the illness on his daughter Mo Lijun, he knew well that her daughter's illness was much more serious than his own.

"Mom, is Dad awake?"

Mo Liming asked softly, he knew that his father was very weak, and he was in a semi-comatose state most of the day.

"Well, he has something to tell you." Mother Mo nodded and said.

"Uh." Mo Liming responded softly, then he approached the head of the bed and looked at his father who was lying on the bed.

Moderzong, who came into his eyes, saw his bony face with a terribly yellow complexion, his mouth was open as if weak, and his breathing was obviously a little rough.

"Dad—" Mo Liming called out.

While shouting, he bent down to grab his father's hand, and soon he held it. It was a pair of skinny hands with signs of fever. Mo Liming knew that his father had been suffering from low-grade fever since he got this disease. More than that.

"Obviously—" After much difficulty, Moder Zong slowly opened his eyes, which were dull and lacking in spirit.

"Dad, I'm here." Mo Liming smiled softly.

"Your sister...don't give up, give her treatment...she used to be so caring about her family and loved you so much...Obviously, Dad won't live long. The most regrettable thing in my life is that I didn't see you and your sister find happiness ...Especially your sister, she has suffered for this family, she has not tasted any sweetness, and she has gained nothing from the happiness enjoyed by girls from other families... Your sister is only in her 20s!"

Moderzong grasped his son's palm with all his strength. His voice was weak and intermittent. At this moment, there was a strange light in his eyes, which was a very strong feeling of hope.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Mo Liming comforted him earnestly, "Aren't you all right? Not only do I want to cure my sister, but I also want to cure your illness. But Dad, please persevere." , soon... everything will be fine soon. In the future, you can see everything, we all agreed not to give up, and agreed on this day, okay?"

"That's right, Dezong, what are you talking about?" Mo's mother suddenly interjected emotionally, "Didn't you see that he has been working hard, how much money he borrowed, if you just give up on yourself like this , wouldn't that be a disappointment to his filial piety? I think Junjun's child is stronger than you, she only has one breath left in her mouth, but she managed to survive!"

"I know." Moderzong said, "I'm afraid I've treated Mingming badly, when will I be big if I drag him so much?"

He had just finished speaking, when suddenly, he curled up and hummed in pain, his face was distorted in pain.

"Obviously, quickly take the painkiller for your dad, he's having liver pain!" Mother Mo said hastily.

"Yes." Mo Liming immediately took the medicine of pethidine from the table next to the bed and gave it to his father with warm water.

After taking the medicine, Moderzong felt better.

"Dad, I'm going out to do some errands. You should have a good rest." Seeing that his father's painful look gradually eased, Mo Liming heaved a sigh of relief, and then he said goodbye and left.

"Li Ming, are you going out now?"

When I came to the living room to pick up my things and was about to go out, I didn't expect my sister-in-law Wu Wenhui to come forward and ask.

"Yes." Mo Liming nodded to her, but didn't say much.

"Let's go after dinner. The food is almost ready, and it's time for lunch later." Wu Wenhui stayed.

But Mo Liming shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat anymore, you can eat. I have something urgent."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house without any explanation, and then he quickly went to a street outside the community to take a taxi, and rushed straight to Dongshi.

There are three relatively large and influential cultural relics distribution centers in T city. One is the ancient art and culture street near the city center. This street is also the most important antique market in the city. In addition to buying and selling antiques and related artworks , There is also a relatively large jade trading center here.

The second place for antique trading in T City is located in the "Zijiang New City" area. Speaking of which, this place is the first place to trade cultural relics, and jewelry trading is the signature of this place. There is the tallest and most luxurious commercial building in the city. It is a jewelry business, and people who go there to buy things are either afraid that you have a lot of money or that you can’t afford it, because expensive jewelry abounds everywhere, making ordinary people dazzled and discouraged.

And the third place is the "Dongshi" mentioned by Fu Yihong. Dongshi is in the hinterland of the old city. There is a famous street here, which is "Shuxiangli Temple Street". It has taken shape, so it can be said that it is an old street with the longest history in T City. The cultural relics trading activities here have the advantages of the right time, place and people, which fits the charm very well.

"Scholarly Lane" Temple Street is much closer to Tang Ming's home than his home is to the company, so it took him less than four or ten minutes to reach the finish line by taxi.

After carefully getting out of the car with the gourd bottle in his arms, Mo Liming called Fu Yihong without even thinking about it.

"Manager Fu, I'm next to the statue of Confucius, where is the 'Jingyixuan' where you are?" Mo Liming asked bluntly on the phone.

"Oh, you're here." Fu Yihong's voice said cheerfully on the other end of the phone, "Wait a minute, I'll find someone to pick you up."

Mo Liming originally wanted to say that he didn't need it, he just searched for it all the way, but Fu Yihong couldn't help saying goodbye and hung up the phone.

He had no choice but to wait and see according to his words. In fact, within 5 minutes, he saw a young man striding towards him.

"Hello, you are Mr. Mo, right?" The man walked over with great strides and greeted Mo Liming with a smile, his expression was very enthusiastic.

"Yes. Hello." Mo Liming also greeted with a smile, looking very polite.

The man had his head parted in the middle, with a baby face and delicate features. He looked younger than Mo Liming, probably in his early 20s.

"Sister Yihong asked me to pick you up. Mr. Mo, this way please." The man hurriedly led Mo Liming into the street.

After several years of accelerated urbanization, the construction of this modern Chinese city, which is increasingly in line with international metropolises, is ubiquitous. As a result, many older houses in Dongshi have been demolished and replaced by high-rise buildings. Instead, there are still many exquisite old houses built in the Ming and Qing Dynasties on Temple Street that are still well preserved. On the "Shuxiangli" street, the market order is very good, and there are very few random stalls on both sides of the street. Each business has its own facade.

Not long after, Mo Liming walked to an antique shop under the leadership of the man.

The words on the forehead were indeed "Jingyixuan" in bold black characters. Mo Liming looked around carefully, and he found that there were very few people visiting antique shops at this time. Running an antique business is different from opening a department store. After all, there are only a handful of real collectors in one place, and most of the traders are cultural relic dealers, who make money from this.

Even so, there is a saying in Feasible, which is called "Three years without opening and opening for three years". Got the profit again.

"Mr. Mo, please come in." The man still greeted Mo Liming enthusiastically.

"Thank you." Mo Liming then stepped into the store. After all, he is in the auction house business. He used to go shopping with the experts in the company, but he often visited antique shops, so he was very familiar with what he saw and heard. He didn't feel any fuss either.

"Jingyixuan" seems to be much larger than ordinary small antique shops. Mo Liming was deeply attracted by the things inside as soon as he walked in. In his memory, this antique shop has the most abundant products. At a glance, there are antique collections everywhere, and regardless of the authenticity of the things, its scale alone cannot be underestimated.

The walls, counters, and floors of the store are full of beautiful things, ranging from calligraphy and painting to porcelain, jade, and many other items that Mo Liming can't name.

Fu Yihong was nowhere to be seen in the lobby of the shop, only a gray-haired and energetic old man was picking things up lightly there.

"Mr. Mo, please sit down first. Sister Yihong will come out later." The man smiled and asked Mo Liming to sit down.

"Well, it's okay, don't worry." Mo Liming also smiled and said, he sat down on the ancient red lacquered wooden stool carved with dragons and phoenixes beside him.

Later, the man served Mo Liming a pot of tea and poured him a cup of hot tea for him to drink.

"Thank you." Mo Liming thanked warmly.

"You're welcome." The man shook his head and said with a smile, "You are sister Yihong's friend, and you are a distinguished guest in our shop."

"Can I visit your collection?" After drinking tea, Mo Liming gently put the teacup on the rosewood tea table next to him, then raised his head and said to the man with a sincere expression.

"Please go ahead. It is our honor that you can honor us, and we are very happy." The man spoke in a gentle manner, and he agreed without hesitation.

"Thank you." Mo Liming got up and went to browse things. He came to the corner first, and there were all kinds of gold, silver and jade wares on the container, among which Mo Liming There was one thing that caught his eye at first glance, it was a small statue of Avalokitesvara inlaid with gold and jade, at first glance it was obviously an antique with a certain historical heritage, because the coating layer on it was very conspicuous.

"This thing must be weird!"

For some reason, Mo Liming faintly felt that the Guanyin statue seemed to be very different from the other gold, silver and jade objects around it, but at this moment he couldn't tell why, the strangeness of that thing Where exactly is the place.

At that moment, completely subconsciously, Mo Liming started to drive the "seven-eyed Buddha spirit" on his left eye to take a close and in-depth look at the gold-encrusted jade Buddha statue.

Driven by him, the aura of the "Seven-eyed Buddha Spirit" slowly approached the Guanyin statue, and at the moment when the magical light and shadow approached the target object.

"what!"

Mo Liming couldn't help but exclaimed secretly.

And his complexion also changed instantly, as if he had seen an extremely strange and terrifying scene.

It turned out that at that moment, he saw a ray of light suddenly "drilled" out of the Buddha statue. The color of the light was similar to that of the "Seven-eyed Buddha Spirit". It turned into a light curtain of Buddha's shadow, but the strange thing is that the Buddha is not the kind and upright Maitreya Buddha, but a boy Buddha. It can be seen that the hair on the top of it is impressive, and its appearance is no different from that of an innocent and lively boy.

"Fo Ling, is that also a Buddha spirit?!"

Mo Liming was quite taken aback by this surprise, thinking that his only eyes that had understood the Dharma could see the "Buddha Spirit" hidden in the ancient Buddha!
At the same time, Mo Liming also noticed that the aura of the Buddha spirit controlled by his left eye seemed to be attracting each other with the "Boy Buddha Spirit" sacrificed from the Guanyin statue, approaching each other or even mixing into a ball .

"Ouch!" Mo Liming couldn't help but let out a low moan of pain suddenly, he only felt his left eye suddenly swell and hurt, as if it was going to burst.

"This... What the hell is going on here?!" Mo Liming was a little flustered, and he hurriedly tried to take back the "Seven-eyed Buddha Spirit".

Sure enough, this attempt was very effective, and he soon felt a lot more comfortable. As he controlled the process of recycling the "Seven-eyed Buddha Spirit", the boy-shaped Buddha Spirit breath gradually followed it toward it. This side condensed until it became one with it and merged into Mo Liming's left eye.

(End of this chapter)