Little Divine Doctor's Cultivation

"Ten million, if we don't sell, we won't disturb." Qian Yun said cunningly.

Qian Yun was entrusted by Qian duo to buy those Buddhist paintings.

Clearly know that there is no value, but more money will also spend 10 million to buy.

The items left by Buddhist monks are not worth money in Nanzhou Province, but in Western China, or in Buddhist countries in other countries, any one of these items is sky high.

The monks in the temple naturally know the value of these ancient paintings. If they are sold to other monasteries, the Buddhists have the view of giving alms for nothing. It is better to stay in the temple.

If it is sold to more money, it will be valuable if it is sold again.

In addition, we can't find anyone to sell at will. After all, there are so many cheaters these days, so we can find more money to sell and the safety index is much higher.

"30 million, that's the lowest price. Don't buy it." The abbot is really in urgent need of capital turnover, otherwise the temple will close down.

"Forget it, we don't want it." Qian Yun didn't want to increase the price. She didn't know that there were fairies in it, so she planned to leave.

"Wait a minute, benefactor. 20 million. That's the lowest price." The abbot said in a hurry.

"Deal! Transfer or cash? " Ning caichen said with a smile.

"Cash." The abbot said in a hurry.

"You want 20 million cash?" Qian Yun said in horror.

The Abbot's face is bitter. In fact, the temple has already owed a lot of debts. If it is a transfer, it will be deducted a lot if you enter the bank.

Many of the suppliers who supply food and other materials for Buddhism come to the door to urge payment every day, so they are in urgent need of cash to pay the bills.

In fact, the income and expenditure of the temple are almost balanced. After all, there are still many believers. The main abbot is fond of gambling and owes a lot of debts. Therefore, the ancient paintings are sold.

After all, we should raise funds as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the creditors make trouble, they will lose all their faces. At that time, the believers will lose a lot of money, so they will change more money, mainly by selling ancient paintings quickly for money.

Originally, Qian Yun was given to 30 million yuan. Unexpectedly, the abbot was so eager to use the money that he sold 20 million yuan.

"Let's sign the contract of assignment." Qian Yun said solemnly.

Soon Ning caichen called the lawyer and the abbot signed the contract.

After signing the transfer agreement in the meditation room, Ning caichen waved his hand and 20 million cash appeared in the house.

The Abbot's face was extremely wonderful and looked at Ning caichen in horror.

Ning caichen ignored the abbot and went to the next door. An idea collected all the ancient paintings into the inner space.

More than 2000 pieces of ancient paintings, a price of about 10000 yuan.

There are more than 50 boxes of ancient paintings, large and small.

Pour out all the ancient paintings, and the gourd will fly over automatically to absorb the treasure.

There are more than 2000 ancient paintings, but there is not much treasure, which makes Ning caichen very disappointed.

It also shows that these ancient paintings are not worth money, but Buddhists are willing to spend a lot of money to collect them.

There is no picture of immortal utensils. Ning caichen looks suspicious. It is clearly that the gourd absorbs the spirit of immortality. How come there is no immortal instrument, and the inner space also reacts. This is absolutely not wrong.

But more than 2000 paintings have been rolled out, and there is no immortal.

More than 50 boxes, all empty.

Ning caichen did not panic, very patient, until the gourd absorbed the treasure gas.

The gourd absorbed the treasure, there was no movement, and flew back to the corner before.

"Where are the fairies?" Ning caichen's face was dignified and puzzled.

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