Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Lin Feng was taken aback. "Not enough merit?"

He immediately realized what was happening and asked again, "Do I need to pay more?"

The old monk smiled even more kindly: "Benefactor, you have profound wisdom; you understand immediately."

The second-floor private room requires an additional donation of ten taels of silver.

In addition, the temple also offered a vegetarian meal and a pot of tea as a token of appreciation for the donor's generosity.

"Alright."

Lin Feng didn't hesitate and took out ten taels of silver, handing it to the old monk.

The old monk accepted the silver, his smile widening. He thanked them repeatedly before leading the two upstairs.

The so-called "private seating area" is actually just a small cubicle partitioned off with thin wooden boards, barely big enough to fit a table and two chairs.

A bamboo curtain hangs in front, serving as a barrier between the outside and the outside.

But the bamboo curtain was as thin as paper and could not block anything at all; the conversations in the next cubicle could be heard clearly.

After sitting down, Gu Yu looked very unwell and said in a low voice, "These monks are even more ruthless than bandits."

"Ten taels of silver for such a run-down place?"

Lin Feng, however, took it in stride, waving his hand with a smile:

Don't worry about so much.

People say this is all good karma.

"Monks and nuns are detached from worldly desires; only their merits remain."

However, Lin Feng would be unhappy if he donated his money but couldn't sell his goods.

Then Lin Feng would have to donate another piece of jade to Hongfu Temple.

.......

The two had just sat down in a private room on the second floor and hadn't even had a chance to look around when a young monk carrying a tray lifted the bamboo curtain and walked in.

On the tray were two plates of pastries and a pot of tea.

The desserts were jujube cake and osmanthus cake, arranged neatly and looking quite appealing.

The young monk placed the items on the table, clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect, and then left.

Lin Feng picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and tasted it. It was soft and fluffy, sweet but not cloying. He nodded.

"The taste is alright, so the ten taels of silver weren't entirely wasted."

Gu Yu had no appetite. She looked around and peered into the lobby through the thin bamboo curtain.

She asked with some curiosity:

"How exactly does this auction work? I've never participated in one before."

Lin Feng shook his head: "I've never participated before, this is my first time."

Let's see how it goes first.

Although this private room is simple, it has one advantage: it is not soundproof.

The discussions in the lobby downstairs and the conversations in the adjacent cubicles all reached my ears clearly.

After listening for a while, Lin Feng roughly figured out the rules.

Once the auction begins, each person will be given a number plate.

People who want to sell things go up on stage and hawk their items.

Hongfu Temple does not interfere in transactions or authenticate products; it relies entirely on the individual's judgment.

It's a bit like a black market; once you buy, you're out of the loop, and you're responsible for any profits or losses.

After the transaction was completed, both the buyer and seller paid 50 taels of silver to the temple as a venue fee, but at Hongfu Temple it was called incense money.

Around six o'clock in the evening, as darkness fell, the lanterns in the attic were lit one after another.

The young monk who had just delivered the snacks lifted the bamboo curtain and came in again, handing Lin Feng a wooden plaque with the character "eight" written on it.

The young monk put his hands together and explained, "Esteemed benefactor, you are number eight. When it's your turn, a monk will call out your number. Please remember to pay attention."

Lin Feng took the wooden plaque and nodded: "Understood."

After the young monk left, Gu Yu leaned closer, lowered her voice, and looked on expectantly:

"Now you should tell me what you're selling, right?"

Lin Feng smiled and unfolded a corner of the painting he had brought.

The painting depicts mountains and rivers, with vigorous brushstrokes and a profound artistic conception.

Gu Yu had some knowledge of calligraphy and painting, and when she saw the seal in the lower right corner, she was stunned.

"Zhang Chengwen's painting?"

She looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Another painting by Zhang Chengwen! How come you have so many?"

You brought one with you when you visited my house last time.

Lin Feng smiled and casually said, "I personally enjoy collecting his works, so I have some."

I have several paintings here, and they're just sitting there anyway, so I might as well sell them for some money to make a living.

Gu Yu didn't think much of it, nodded in understanding, and then asked curiously:

"What is the other one?"

You just said you wanted to sell two things.

Lin Feng smiled mysteriously: "You'll find out when we go up on stage. It's a secret for now."

Gu Yu glared at him, but didn't press the matter further.

Around 6:30, it was completely dark.

The monks of Hongfu Temple slowly closed the door of the pavilion.

As a deep, resonant bell rang, the previously noisy hall gradually quieted down.

The abbot of Hongfu Temple slowly walked up to the platform at the front of the hall, clasped his hands together, bowed to the crowd, and said loudly:

"Amitabha Buddha, esteemed benefactors, today's trade fair is now officially open."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, and continued:

"Let me reiterate the rules—all items are determined by personal judgment, and the highest bidder wins."

This temple does not participate in any transactions, nor is it responsible for the authenticity of any items.

However, there is one condition: after all the goods are traded and their value exceeds five hundred taels, both the buyer and seller must pay 50 taels of silver to the temple as incense money.

His expression turned serious: "Furthermore, this temple prohibits any form of fighting."

Whether you harbor resentment due to a failed bid or regret your transaction and cause trouble, please exercise restraint.

If anyone dares to lay a hand on this temple, don't blame this old monk for showing no mercy.

I hope everyone will abide by the rules and that harmony brings wealth.

Someone in the audience shouted impatiently, "Abbot, I know, I know, just start already!"

"Exactly! I'm sick and tired of these rules, hurry up!"

The abbot was not annoyed, and nodded with a smile:

"In that case, please invite benefactor number one to come up on stage and sell your items."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man wearing a straw raincoat stepped out from the crowd and slowly walked onto the stage.

He carried a wooden box in his hands, walked to the center of the stage, opened the box, and showed it to everyone.

There was a blade of grass in the box.

The grass was entirely emerald green, with faint silver veins on its leaves; it was clearly no ordinary plant.

The old man picked up the herb and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, this is the Hundred Star Herb, a holy medicine for healing. I don't think I need to introduce it further."

The one I have is 300 years old, capable of repairing the dantian and healing all internal and external injuries; it is a treasure that is hard to come by.

The starting bid is three thousand taels of silver.

Upon hearing the words "Hundred-Star Grass," Lin Feng instantly recalled the flying rats he encountered outside Yong'an County.

The reason that guy died was because he discovered the Hundred Star Grass, but was bitten by the venomous snake guarding the spirit grass and died on the spot.

He still vividly remembered that incident, and he never expected to see it here again today.

However, Lin Feng wasn't interested in this thing, since he was already at the Qi Refining Realm.

He has the Black Lotus within him, so he doesn't need this thing.

He wasn't interested, but others were very interested.

"Three thousand five hundred taels!" A chubby, wealthy merchant was the first to raise his paddle.

"Three thousand eight hundred taels!" Another middle-aged man dressed as a martial artist followed closely behind.

"Four thousand taels!"

"Four thousand two hundred taels!"