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Chapter 27 The Weird Bag Buddha
"What brand?" Old man Zhao was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "This is not an ordinary brand of incense, it is agarwood."

Agarwood?Han Zhenyang's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked for detailed information with a humble face, saying that he was going to buy some agarwood to go back.

The old man Zhao laughed and explained: "Agarwood is complicated, but it is actually simple. It is a polymer formed by plant secretions combined with fungi, but it is not necessarily simple. There are many types of agarwood. Quality , shape, efficacy, and price are different, and non-professionals can hardly understand."

He briefly talked about the reasons for the formation of agarwood, the classification of categories, and the approximate market price, and finally said with a smile: "I use Qinan incense here. You just earned 150 million, and you can only buy a few taels. This is the relatively cheap black Qinan among Qinan, if it is replaced with the best Bai Qinan from Nha Trang, it is estimated that you can only buy one or two."

One tael is 150 grams, 3 million buys [-] grams, and one gram of the best Chinan incense costs more than [-] yuan.

A few minutes ago, Han Zhenyang felt that he was quite rich and able to make money.But at this moment, I can only click my tongue secretly like a bumpkin.Looking at the copper censer with the fragrance over there, I thought to myself: Where is the incense burning here?It is clear that what is burned is money, and with my current wealth, I can't afford to burn this incense even if I go bankrupt.

Realizing that he was still a pauper in front of the real rich, he became more concerned about making money.These days, it is absolutely impossible to have no money. Similarly, if you have a lot of money, you will not be hot. It means: don’t be afraid of too much money, earn as much as you can, and don’t make trouble with anyone or money.

Even if it's not for anything else, just for this expensive agarwood, he has to work hard to make money.

Of course, Han Zhenyang doesn't like incense very much, he just wants to study the relationship between agarwood and aura, why can agarwood move the aura in his body?Now, his mutated phalanx and these auras are his biggest hole cards, and the existence that is closely related to the hole cards cannot help him not to care.

It's just that before he makes a lot of money, he can only watch the excitement, so after briefly understanding the relevant information of Chen Xiang, he doesn't ask any more questions, just keeps this matter in his heart, and then talks about the purple clay pot with old man Zhao and others In terms of content, after all, most of these people in the room are playing with purple sand.

As for the young man named Xue Pengfei who was driven away by old man Zhao, he stayed with the cheek.

In the face of someone with a thick skin who can't be chased away no matter what, Mr. Zhao really has nothing to do, and they have indeed been together for almost ten years, and the relationship is there, and it is impossible to just break it off.

Han Zhen saw that this person could not drive away the old man Zhao, so he could only complain in his heart that Xue Pengfei really had a thick skin, and under such circumstances, he was still busy serving tea and water for the old man Zhao with a shy smile on his face. , can still keep trying to please Zhao Ziming and Qiao Shengnan, and can turn a blind eye to the white eyes of the two beauties.

A tree without bark will surely die, a person has no face, and the world is invincible.

Han Zhenyang has learned the lesson.

After a few pots of tea, Mr. Zhao suddenly became interested and invited Han Zhenyang and Qiao Shengnan to continue shopping at the street stalls.

Han Zhenyang and Qiao Shengnan looked at each other, and nodded at the same time. Anyway, there is still nearly a week before Rongcheng Gongpan, and it is completely possible to play in Jinling for a few days before going south.At this time, there are more people in the market, and because of the hot weather, the huge antique market is like a steamer. The densely packed pedestrians are the small steamed buns in the steamer. When the heat is steamed, it seems to be inflated. .

But these people eat it like sweets, no matter men or women, old or young, their attention is all on the street stalls on both sides of the road.

Han Zhenyang and Qiao Shengnan followed the old man Zhao to a corner of the market. The most sold here were purple clay wares, and most of them were purple clay pots. On the contrary, there were relatively few pedestrians. After all, purple sand wares formed their own system in the classification of antiques. Identification is difficult and the threshold is high, so it is relatively unpopular.

When he got here, Han Zhenyang realized that the purple clay teapot is just a small classification of the purple clay wares.In addition to purple clay pots, there are also purple clay pots, statues of gods and Buddhas, purple clay cups, plates and cups, purple clay stationery utensils, purple clay pots, pots and jars, and various decorations for decoration.Although most of them are practical objects, if they are really old objects, they can also be worth a lot of money.

It's a pity that Han Zhenyang watched many of them in a row, but they were all new, without any aura.

When he was depressed, he suddenly felt the aura in his phalanx moved, as if being sucked out by something, which shocked him a lot and hurriedly restrained him.Fortunately, the suction was not strong, and under his pressure, the restless aura could only nestle obediently in the phalanx.

And he looked in the direction of the suction, and saw a pear-colored standing statue of Maitreya Buddha, to be precise, it was a Budai Buddha.

The so-called Budai Buddha is based on the Budai monk in Jiangsu and Zhejiang at the end of Tang Dynasty. The incarnation of Buddha, therefore, Budai monk was also promoted to Budai Buddha, and began to be enshrined in the temple.

This standing cloth bag Buddha statue is more than 40 centimeters high, with a lively shape and a delicate face, which portrays the joyful and lively expression of Maitreya Buddha very realistically.This is not the key, the key is that the closer he is, the stronger the attraction to the aura, but fortunately, it is still within his control, so that the aura will not get out of control.

Facing such a dangerous object, Han Zhenyang was a little excited, and carefully controlled a trace of spiritual energy to penetrate into the Buddha statue.As soon as he touched it, the golden light almost blinded his eyes.

What kind of purple sand Buddha is this? It is obviously a golden Buddha.

Of course, it does not mean that this Buddha statue is made of gold.It is said to be a golden Buddha because this Buddha statue is shining golden in the perspective mode, and the whole body is bright, just like the Buddha is alive, almost scared him to pee.But after calming down and thinking about it, he found that the golden light was not a big deal except that it was gorgeous in color and had a certain attraction to the aura. It was essentially no different from the aura in his finger bones, they were all aura.

Discovering this, Han Zhenyang was elated. If he absorbed all the golden aura in this Buddha statue, would his own aura also turn golden?At that time, maybe other wonderful uses of spiritual energy can be developed.

When this idea came together, he couldn't hold back anymore, held the Buddha statue and asked for the price, and after a few symbolic cuts, he won it at a price of thirteen thousand.After the transaction was completed, he held the Buddha statue in his arms carefully, for fear of accidentally breaking it.

"Hehe, Xiao Han has good eyesight. If I'm not mistaken, it's an old item, right?" After the transaction was concluded, Old Man Zhao spoke with a smile.

The smile on Han Zhenyang's face couldn't be controlled at all, he suppressed the joy in his heart and nodded, "It should be."

"Let me pass?" Old man Zhao asked tentatively.

Han Zhenyang wanted to refuse subconsciously, but he couldn't speak out with his mouth open, so he still handed over the big golden Buddha statue.

"Well, yes, it's an old object. This patina is really good, and it's well preserved. It should be a family Buddha, which has been worshiped with incense. You can see that there are traces of smoke on the front of the Buddha statue. Smell it again, and it's still I can smell the scent of high-grade incense, which means that the original owner of this Buddha statue has a relatively good family background, and I don’t know why it ended up on the street.” Old man Zhao is really professional, and he explained the origin of the Buddha statue clearly in a few words Clearly, at the end the appraisal conclusion is given, "Judging from the thickness of the patina, the carving style, and the craftsmanship, it should be an object from the early Qing Dynasty, but the market price is not easy to judge, because there are relatively few purple clay Buddha statues, so there is no basis for judgment."

Han Zhenyang doesn't care how much this Budai Buddha is worth. The golden aura is priceless in his eyes. If possible, he would like to put this Buddha statue at home for worship, because he always feels that his mutated phalanx There is a certain connection with Buddhism.

You must know that the reason why his phalanx mutated is rooted in the phalanx relic left by his father.It is normal for things that belong to the Buddhist school to be somewhat involved. Similarly, he has benefited from the Buddhist school, and the Buddhist school naturally has a certain degree of affinity in his eyes.

At this moment, he keenly noticed a golden light flashing on the Buddha statue, and then he saw old man Zhao turn pale and shake his body.He hurriedly stepped forward, holding the Buddha statue with one hand, and supporting old man Zhao with the other, "Old Zhao, are you feeling unwell?"

The old man Zhao returned the Buddha statue to Han Zhenyang with frightened eyes, and shook his head weakly: "It's okay, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"Nothing? Let's go back. I seem to have a heat stroke," he said, looking at the Buddha statue in Han Zhenyang's arms strangely, then turned and left.But as soon as he took two steps, his body swayed, and he fell down in the street, causing a scream, and Zhao Yiming's face turned pale, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that the old man Zhao's face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he didn't respond , Tears came out all at once, Qiao Shengnan was more calm, took out his mobile phone and called 120.

Han Zhenyang frowned slightly, looked at the Buddha statue in his arms, and handed it to Qiao Shengnan, "Hold it for me, I'll try it," said Langsheng, pushing away the crowd, "Stay away, don't surround yourself Here," he said to Zhao Yiming, "Miss Mingming, I know a little first aid, let me do it."

Before Zhao Yiming could speak, Xue Pengfei stretched out his arms to stop Han Zhenyang, "Are you a doctor?" "No!" Han Zhenyang replied in a deep voice, "But I..."

"It's not the doctor's trouble," Xue Pengfei pushed on Han Zhenyang, trying to push him away, but his small body couldn't push Han Zhenyang, and when he exerted his strength, he staggered himself, cursing angrily Said: "You don't have any good intentions at first glance, and you don't care about the occasion. Do you know what kind of disease Mr. Zhao has? It's not a doctor, but you still want to be crazy!"

(End of this chapter)