Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 276 That’s Feng Baobao!
Luotian Dajiao is the most sacred and solemn sacrificial prayer activity in Taoism, and it is not exclusive to the circle of extraordinary people.

When Yan Huan arrived at Longhu Mountain, the high platform in front of the mountain gate had already been set up. Against the red curtain background were several large golden characters: 2015 Jiangxi Longhu Mountain Luotian Dajiao and Jiangxi Culture and Art Festival Opening Ceremony.

The old Taoist priest sat in the guest seat, calm and composed, while a leader from somewhere was giving a speech on the stage.

Behind the high platform is the venue for the entire Luotian Grand Ceremony.

According to Taoist rituals, the Luotian Grand Ceremony offers sacrifices to 1,200 offerings. Viewed from afar, the scene is shocking enough.

More than ten altars stand proudly, and the tables on the altars are simple and heavy, with fine patterns carved on the edges.

The town's incense and flowers were placed in an orderly manner on the table, and spiritual pennants and treasure towers were either hung high or swayed low. The cloud-shaped and spiritual talisman strokes on the pennants were winding and tortuous, and the patterns woven from gold threads flickered and changed in the light and shadow.

The Taoists were dressed in solemn robes, holding scriptures in their hands, and reciting spiritual chapters devoutly. The sound was uniform and melodious, echoing in the venue for a long time.

Yan Huan, wearing a mask, stopped to watch for a while with Yan Yu and Yan Yue. After the opening ceremony was over and the leaders left, he followed the strange people who gradually left the crowd and walked into the mountains.

When he was halfway up the mountain, he saw a big monk in a colorful robe saying something in a serious tone. Feng Baobao squatted on the ground obediently and extended his hand to him.

"That's right, benefactor!"

"Judging from the lines on your palm, you must be a very wealthy and long-lived person!"

Feng Baobao opened her eyes wide and nodded with admiration.

This monk's calculations are really accurate. I really don't have any special abilities, I just can survive...
"Ah~" the monk sighed and slowly put down Feng Baobao's hand, "It's fate, it's fate!"

"Well, I didn't want this treasure to appear in the world, but after seeing it today, I think it is destined to be with you, so I will give it to you at a low price."

Swish!
He took out a string of large red Buddhist beads from his sleeves. "This is what my master found in the mountains hundreds of years ago. At that time, he fought a fire unicorn for 80,000 rounds and finally killed it with his staff. He then took the spiritual crystal from it and made this string of red colored glaze beads."

"Today this treasure has finally met its destined owner. I don't want 98,000 yuan, I don't want 9,800 yuan, I just want 998 yuan. I am willing to give it to this little donor!"

The big monk held up the red rosary high in the air, and Feng Baobao raised her hands to grab it in the air.

"So awesome, I want it, I want it!"

"Uh——" Yan Yu and Yan Yue, who had been watching the whole process from the side, groaned at the same time.

A monk came to a Taoist place to sell Buddhist beads...

"He's a liar. How could that girl believe such an exaggerated story about the Fire Kirin?" Yan Yu said.

Snapped!
Yan Huan covered her face with her hands and said helplessly: "Because that's Feng Baobao."

After saying this, his eyes, revealed through the gaps between his fingertips, looked at the well-dressed old monk and focused on his skinny chest.

"Eh? Is he someone I know? Then I'll go up and argue with that old monk!" Yan Yu rolled up his sleeves and ran forward.

"Monks don't tell lies. You, a great monk, came to Longhu Mountain to cheat people!"

The monk raised his head and stared, his beard curling in displeasure: "Donor, please speak with reason and evidence!"

Yan Yu stepped on the monk's stall and questioned, "A Buddhist monk went to a famous Taoist mountain to kill a fire unicorn? And this monk is compassionate, but he can fight with an animal for 80,000 rounds. It doesn't sound reliable at first glance."

"Your glass string would probably only cost a dozen bucks on Taobao!"

The old monk stroked his beard and said, "It is said that the Fire Kirin is causing harm to the area..."

"Alright, alright." Before the monk could finish his words, he was interrupted by Yan Huan who walked forward.

"Master, since we are doing business anyway, we don't want this string of glass beads, but how about giving me the thing hidden in your chest?" Yan Huan pointed to the inside of the cassock.

"elder brother?"

"Huanzi?" Although he was wearing a mask, Feng Baobao still recognized Yan Huan at a glance.

She and Yan Yu turned their heads to look.

The old monk's eyes fixed, his expression solemn, and he reached into his robes.

After a while, he took out a black crystal with a round shape and bright color.

"This donor really has a good eye. He was able to find the sacred Buddhist object that I carried with me just by feeling."

"But I won't sell this thing. You know, this is the relic left by my master in his dream after his death. My master is a great monk. The relic he left behind can drive away evil and bring blessings!" "But, my master has been very kind to me since I was a child, so... you know."

Relics are the bones left after the cremation of eminent monks. They are crystals formed after cremation or natural weathering. They can be used to pray for peace, increase wisdom, and relieve disease.

Therefore, many Buddhists will go to temples specifically to worship the relics. In the view of some Buddhist eccentrics, these relics are the result of merits of spiritual practice and have great significance behind them.

"So that's how it is. It was I who was abrupt."

"You have to pay more." The monk made an "OK" gesture, "Add three hundred."

"Hmm?" Yan Yu and Yan Yue leaned back, "in awe."

“WeChat or Alipay?”

After saying that, the old monk took out a sign from his chest with a QR code on both sides.

"Okay, all is fine." Yan Huan transferred the money, and the monk packed up his stall and went down the mountain contentedly.

"No, brother! That old monk is obviously a liar. How can anything good be taken from him?" Yan Yue asked puzzledly.

Yan Huan didn't care, "For me, that little money is enough to buy something I like."

He sent a wisp of Qi to Shariputra and chanted the Shurangama Mantra: "Namo Sattatha, Sugataye, Arahati, Samyaksambuddha... "

Whoosh!

A cloud of green smoke rose up and mist spread everywhere, attracting the attention of strange people around.

It was clearly a burst of yin energy, but one could not feel the slightest bit of coldness.

A purple-skinned ghost holding a flag with the word "goodness" in his right hand and a rosary in his left hand instantly entered the spiritual flag.

This ghost is called the Dharma-Eating Ghost. He has a silly look like Maitreya Buddha and is one of the thirty-six ghosts mentioned in the Zhengfa Sutra. He often listens to good teachings when people are preaching good doctrines, and then he will no longer be hungry.

Because they like to listen to masters chanting scriptures, magic-eating ghosts are immune to the pure yang energy that ordinary ghosts cannot touch, and the objects they attach to will not be contaminated by evil energy.

"You are worthy of it, brother! You can even find the ghosts hidden in the relics!" Yan Yu said happily with his eyes shining.

Yan Yue, who was standing by, didn't understand the wizard's methods, so she just smiled and clapped.

"So now you know..." Yan said with a smile. If this Hundred Ghosts Atlas could be replenished by spending real money, then it would be a waste of time.

I found a magic-eating ghost just after arriving at Longhu Mountain, which is a good start.

When it comes to subduing ghosts, the relic is of little use to Yan Huan. Although he doesn't know where the monk got it from, this relic is most likely the real thing.

Feng Baobao, who was standing by, blinked her intelligent eyes and looked at Yan Huan's palm several times.

"want to?"

Yan Huan handed over the relic.

Feng Baobao took a look and took the black crystal from his hand, but put down the thousand yuan he was holding instead, then jumped away happily holding the relic.

Xu San and Xu Si came late. Feng Baobao held the black relic in his hand and said to them, "Look, I got it from Huanzi!"

"Tsk!" Xu San pushed his glasses and looked at the masked man.

Yan Yu and Yan Yue hugged each other's arms in tacit understanding, pouted and said to Yan Huan: "Brother! You have to change your habit of giving things to others all the time."

"What's wrong with using some material things to make good friends?" Yan Huan asked in return.

Yan Yu grabbed the brother's shoulders and shook him quickly: "You can't give back the heart of a person who has stolen his heart! Do you want to take a look at your appearance and your reputation in the circle?"

"No, no, that's Feng Baobao." Yan Huan waved his hands, looking as if it was none of his business.

"So what happened to Feng Baobao?" Xiaoyu and Xiaoyue asked in unison.

"Uh..." Yan Huan said dully, "You will know in a few days."

(End of this chapter)