Ye Fan readily agreed and arranged a place to meet in two days. He wanted to see what kind of person this so-called master was and whether he could really manifest a miracle.
B City had a long history. There were some historical sites in the city, but there was no lack of modern vitality. It was one of the largest cities in China, and after more than twenty years, it had become even more prosperous.
Ye Fan walked on foot. There were people coming and going on the streets in an endless stream. After traveling for so many years, it felt like a lifetime had passed for him to walk in such a place again.
Although he had been back for a few days, he had always been immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself. He had never seriously experienced the hustle and bustle of the city.
It had to be said that B City was developing very quickly. Row upon row of high-rise buildings were built, and this famous pedestrian street was even wider. All kinds of brand stores were connected to each other, and there was an endless stream of people, rubbing shoulders with one another.
Suddenly, Ye Fan saw a poster. On it was an exquisite mutton fat jade bottle that emitted a mysterious halo. It was truly like a divine artifact, magnificent to the extreme.
He was startled. This was a cultivator's artifact. After a closer look, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Wasn't this the artifact he had crushed into a dozen pieces and entrusted to auction?
After careful observation, he discovered that this was the publicity done by the Jia De Auction House. In order to maximize their profits, they had really put in a lot of effort.
They had assembled the Pristine Jade Bottle, but Ye Fan didn't allow it to be auctioned as a whole and could only be auctioned off piece by piece. There was nothing to say about the quality of this jade.
Each piece was very expensive, but after two were auctioned off, they were very unwilling to give up. They made this kind of publicity, telling people that if they collected all of them, they could reassemble them into a Pristine Jade Bottle!
It had to be said that the effect was excellent. These days, it caused a great sensation in B City and quickly spread to other places. Now, it was hyped up like crazy, and there were posters everywhere.
During these days, with the third and fourth pieces of mutton fat jade being auctioned off, the entire collection world was boiling over. This was a rare treasure.
An astronomical price!
Each piece of jade was auctioned off for a sky-high price, and the transaction amount was frighteningly high. All the major media outlets were reporting about it, and all the web portals were competing to expose it.
This was indeed a rare mutton fat jade. Because Ye Fan had meticulously refined it in the past, there was not a single flaw in it. Just from an aesthetic point of view, it was indeed a rare fine product.
However, this was not the main reason why it was auctioned off at such a high price. Everything was due to the power of hype. And now, the price of this mysterious mutton-fat jade bottle was comparable to a national treasure.
The methods of the Guardian Auction House were very sophisticated. They fully exploited the psychology of the people, allowing the real rich to experience the excitement and sense of accomplishment of collecting all the pieces, making the price even higher than when they were undamaged.
At the same time, they displayed all kinds of information, such as Buddhist stone carvings, anatta pictures from ancient books, to explain that this vase was exactly the same as the legendary Guanyin jade vase.
This kind of explanation was undoubtedly very attractive. Although it was impossible for it to be true, it still made people feel very peaceful. If such a precious bottle was placed on the table, there would be a kind of indescribable comfort.
"Maybe it really is a precious vase left behind by Guanyin Bodhisattva. Have any of you seen such a flawless piece of jade? It's such a big piece, and there's not even a trace of impurity. It can be said to be a miracle."
Even the common people were talking about it. One could imagine how successful the hype created by the Guardian Auction House was.
And this kind of heated discussion climbed to the highest point because of the Indian gurus. Several old monks entered the auction house and saw the broken vase, and their faces all changed. They excitedly chanted Buddha Shakyamuni.
This scene was taken by someone and posted on the Internet. Naturally, it caused an uproar. Some people recognized that one of the old monks was an Indian guru.
Nowadays, although Buddhism was declining in India, and the number of believers was less than one percent of the population, it still had a certain base number.
The precious vase left behind by Guanyin Bodhisattva in the human world was a new topic of hype. The price of the fragments of the mutton-fat jade bottle kept rising!
Ye Fan was stunned and speechless. This was not his original intention, otherwise he wouldn't have crushed it. He didn't think that things would develop to this point, so he could only shake his head.
Two days later, Ye Fan met the four gurus in an antique tea house, accompanied by a group of people.
This was the first time they met, and Ye Fan was a little dazed. He found that one of the Indian gurus was proficiently using a mobile phone to talk to someone. It was very difficult to communicate with a cultivator.
The translator explained that the gurus had encountered an extraordinary event and was urging India to send a large sum of money. They were going to bid for a jade bottle.
Ye Fan was petrified. Even the things he created were international. This was really unexpected. After a little probing, he could tell that the four gurus could barely be considered cultivators. They had already opened the Sea of Bitterness, and only one of them had stepped into the Life Spring Realm.
He shook his head. They were already so old, and it was impossible for them to break through the first secret realm of the human body — the Sea of Reincarnation.
Regarding this, he did not look down on them. On the contrary, he respected them. Because in this Age of Chaos, it was really not easy to walk the path of cultivation. It was amazing to have such achievements.
If it was in the Big Dipper Star Region, these people would most likely have great achievements. They would be "gurus" in name and be respected by the people.
"Gurus, why are you interested in the jade bottle?" Ye Fan asked casually.
"That is an enchanted item. Even though it is damaged and the technique is no longer there, it still makes us yearn for it," an old monk answered, and someone translated from the side.
Ye Fan nodded. Even though these people's cultivation was not high enough, they still had the knowledge to recognize that it was an enchanted item. It seemed that the jade bottle might cause some trouble because of this.
These old monks were already over a hundred years old, especially the gurus who had stepped into the Life Spring Realm. He was already a hundred and twenty years old, but they were all hale and hearty. They were naturally different from the ordinary people.
These people were very humble. They were monks in name and in reality. They did not talk about magical powers, but rather about Buddhist scriptures. The so-called miracle was said by the translator.
He said that when he was in India, he once saw a guru single-handedly stop an elephant's leg and save a child. He also saw an old monk sitting cross-legged in the air, not moving at all, even though it was only for a short moment. Other than that, he once saw an old monk's mouth and nose emitting white light that penetrated a steel plate.
Ye Fan nodded and did not say anything.
The Age of Chaos was a sorrowful one for cultivators. These people could be said to be a few ascetic cultivators among millions of people. They had reached this step completely through great perseverance.
He sighed lightly. It seemed that it was too difficult to find a true cultivator on earth.
Not long after, the old monks directly talked about the ancient Sanskrit words. Their expressions were solemn and serious, and there was even a hint of piety.
The authority of ancient Sanskrit also came. He turned out to be a disciple of a guru. He was very famous in the field of ancient literature, but he was very respectful in front of the gurus.
The gurus verified and asked Ye Fan where he obtained the ancient Sanskrit words. This was of great significance to them.
"You guys recognize these words, what do they mean?" Ye Fan asked.
The gurus did not speak, remembering that monks did not lie. They did not want to deceive Ye Fan, but they felt that this matter was of great importance and did not dare to say too much.
In the end, a guru asked the group of followers to leave, leaving only the authority of ancient language behind. He was also proficient in Chinese and could act as an interpreter.
"My teacher said that their true meaning is that they can open the road to Spirited Mountain."
"The Spirited Mountain where the ancient Bodhisattvas and Buddhas lived?" Ye Fan's eyes lit up.
"Yes." The old monks nodded.
"Do you believe that such a place exists?" Ye Fan asked seriously.
"Yes, it is in the western land, but after the last Bodhisattvas and Buddhas passed away, that place could not be opened." A guru said that this was a secret passed down by the senior monks of the past generations.
"Is it the primitive Taoist field of Buddhism? It seems that there may really be a mysterious place, vast and not inferior to Mount Meru. I felt it last time in Tibet." Ye Fan thought to himself.
The old monks begged bitterly, wanting to see the sacred object inscribed with the ancient words.
Ye Fan sighed. Even if he took out the small stone Buddha, they did not have a strong spiritual sense to examine it. Even he had to expend a great deal of effort to enter the Buddha's body.
He did not agree immediately, but asked a few questions. He wanted to know if there were any ancient cultivation sects on earth today. However, the gurus were confused and shook their heads. They did not know.
"Have you not come into contact with such people? They are those who have cultivation and are like gods in the eyes of mortals." Ye Fan did not give up.
They immediately nodded, saying that there were such people. The guru who had reached the Life Spring Realm said that his teacher might know something because he himself was almost like that kind of person.
According to him, the old monk had already lived for more than 190 years. His cultivation was much higher than his and he had seen many mysteries in his life.
"My teacher said that there is Buddha in the west and demons in the Middle Earth."
Ye Fan heard this and immediately laughed. Could it be that he was saying that Taoism in the Middle Earth was a demon?
The gurus hurriedly put their palms together and shook their heads. They did not have any prejudice against Taoism. What they were talking about was a real demon, but they had never seen one before.
They had long realized that Ye Fan was not an ordinary person. Otherwise, he would not have told them so many secrets.
"My teacher came to China during the Second World War. He did not find any demons, but he did see a demon god."
An old monk who was more than 190 years old was frighteningly old. He had lived for three centuries and had experienced the Second World War.
However, this monk did not have any interaction with the demon god of the Middle Earth. He stayed far away and only saw the monstrous blood of the demon god.
"Do you remember where you saw it?" Ye Fan asked.
"You need to ask my teacher."
Speaking of the existence of demigods and demigods, another old monk told him a story that he had experienced personally. When he was young, he once saw a strange man with disheveled hair in a primitive rainforest in India. The man flew in the air and disappeared into the mountains.
"My granduncle said that there is a real powerful person in Jerusalem," another guru said.
Another guru opened his mouth. His granduncle did not pass away until he was two hundred and thirty years old. He once went to the west alone and encountered demigods when he was alive.
Ye Fan thought of something. Jerusalem was the holy city of the West and had endless legends. It was the center of ancient religious activities. Every year, countless people from Christianity, Judaism, and Islam would go there on a pilgrimage. There might really be something there that would be worth a visit in the future.
The old monks begged again, wanting to see the sacred object inscribed with Sanskrit characters.
Ye Fan took out the small stone Buddha, which shocked the gurus. They were even more convinced that this young man was most likely a demigod.
No matter how hard they tried, they could not see the secret inside the small stone Buddha. In the end, Ye Fan took out a stone slab and used his finger as a knife to carve the ancient words on it. At the same time, he branded the marks of Taoism.
Ye Fan handed over the stone slab and said, "Take it back to India and show it to your Shifu. Ask him to come here, or invite a few real Taoist masters to come to the Central Earth to discuss the little stone Buddha."
The masters did not dare to hesitate. They solemnly put away the stone slab, bowed deeply, and then left.
At the same time, in the Jia De Auction House, a demonic young man stared at the fragment of the mutton-fat jade vase. Then, he sneered.
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