I have to say that Yan Ji is indeed good at speaking. The person who just took the eighth-grade spirit-enhancing pill suddenly smiled. At this time, more people's eyes had already focused on the second lot on the stage.

The second item is a broken book. The cover of the book has begun to turn yellow. Murong Ningyue couldn't help but become interested when she saw this.

You should know that most books in the fairy world are made of jade, and you can receive the information contained in it as long as you explore the spiritual consciousness.

Again, some of them are also books made of animal skins, which can be stored for a longer time and are not easily damaged. However, paper books on the auction table in front of you are really rare.

But except for Murong Ningyue, others were obviously not interested in this book. Only the middle-aged man who was also sitting in the front row like Murong Ningyue seemed very interested in this book and kept staring at the book without looking away.

Yan Ji saw that everyone seemed not interested in this book, and she couldn't help but look disappointed in her eyes, but she quickly smiled and said, "This book is a handwritten scripture by the monk Zhiwu of the Mingwen Immortal World in ancient times. The monk Zhiwu is the monk who has the deepest understanding of Zen in Kongruo Temple. This Buddhist scripture is full of his understanding of Zen, which is really a rare treasure."

When Murong Ningyue heard this, she became more interested in the Buddhist scriptures. She was not unfamiliar with Murong Ningyue of Kongruo Temple. When she just entered the fairy world, she met the descendant of Kongruo Temple, Monk Lekong, and later she had communicated with the old monk in the Thousand Buddha Cave.

Thinking of these past events, Murong Ningyue's emotions couldn't help but fluctuate. Ye Yaorao sensitively noticed the changes in Murong Ningyue, and held Murong Ningyue's hand with a concerned look on her face: "What's wrong with Ningyue? Is there something wrong?"

Murong Ningyue told Ye Yaorao what he thought. At this time, Murong Ningyue had decided to get the scripture. At that time, he promised Kong and the old monk to rebuild Kongruo Temple. Later, Murong Ningyue threw this matter behind him. Today, he would take down this scripture and have an explanation for them.

Others were not interested in this scripture at all, and some even began to shout: "Miss Yan Ji, who would want a ragged scripture? You might as well come out with those secret books of immortal arts, so we might be a little interested."

After this person said that, someone followed him and Yan Ji was a little embarrassed for a moment, but she quickly responded to the situation: "Kongruo Temple was the best in the fairy world a thousand years ago. There may not be no peerless immortal magic in Zen, but everyone has different understandings. Perhaps only those who are destined to get the mystery."

After Yan Ji said this, the middle-aged man suddenly stood up and smiled, "Hahaha! Miss Yan Ji said it well! I want this scripture, Miss Yan Ji will quote a price!"

The middle-aged man had just spoken, and those who were still saying that the scriptures were useless just now suddenly kept silent, and all showed fear. It was obvious that the middle-aged man should have a high status, otherwise these people would not react like this.

Yan Ji saw the middle-aged man speaking and smiled sweetly, "The Lord of Sima is indeed as wise as a torch. The minimum price of this scripture is one million top-grade fairy stones!"
Chapter completed!