The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

The capital city, a meditation room at Tanzhe Temple.

Chu Yao shouted out the three words "Yongzhou Ding".

Chu Qingshan's hand trembled, and the purple clay cup "clicked" against his teeth.

Master Huiyuan opened his eyes completely, which had been half-closed.

His gaze shifted continuously at that moment, growing ever more profound.

His gaze was fixed on the bronze behemoth on the screen.

Chu Qingshan had no time to care about the old monk's reaction.

He pushed aside the low rosewood table in front of him and frantically reached for his phone.

"Quick! Call Lao Zhou!"

Chu Qingshan shouted at the top of his lungs, frantically tapping the screen with his fingers.

I was so excited that my hands were shaking so much that I entered the wrong password twice.

The first call was made to Zhou Dechang.

A cold, mechanical female voice came from inside.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

"That old geezer! He messed up at the crucial moment!"

Chu Qingshan was so anxious that he slapped his thigh and quickly changed his number to call Ji Jingshan.

Beep, beep, beep.

I called three times in a row, and they all hung up on me.

Chu Qingshan's eyes turned red as he gritted his teeth and pulled out the fourth one.

This time it rang more than a dozen times before finally getting through.

"Old Ji! Don't hang up!"

Chu Qingshan shouted into the microphone, his voice so loud that Chu Yao next to him covered her ears.

"Where are you? Are you at the Jiangcheng Peninsula Hotel?"

"Is that cauldron real? You keep it here! Don't let anyone take it away!"

"I'll book a flight right away and fly there! You guys wait for me!"

Jiangcheng, Peninsula Hotel rooftop banquet hall.

Ji Jingshan was holding his phone to his ear.

She rolled her eyes dramatically, her face full of disgust.

"Old Chu, are you getting senile?"

Ji Jingshan retorted irritably.

"Weren't you busy preparing for that national treasure exhibition in Beijing? How come you have time to watch a live stream?"

"Besides, this is Miss Shen's betrothal gift, not ours."

"What am I supposed to offer you? Do you think I'd stop them from moving in?"

Chu Qingshan was so anxious on the other end of the phone that he was jumping up and down, and his voice was so loud that even Lei Zhen next to him could hear it.

"A betrothal gift? Who would use the Yongzhou Ding as a betrothal gift! That's a national treasure!"

"I don't care, Lao Ji, we've known each other for decades."

"Could you introduce me to Miss Shen? I absolutely must see this cauldron in person!"

Ji Jingshan moved his phone a little further away and rubbed his ears, which were numb from the vibration.

He turned to look at Zhou Dechang beside him and pointed to his phone.

"It's Old Chu calling. He insists on coming over to take a look and asks us to introduce him."

Zhou Dechang was examining the inscriptions on the tripod legs with a magnifying glass.

Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head, and simply snorted coldly.

"This old guy, is he born in the Year of the Dog? His nose is so sensitive."

"Tell him to get over here, but we're not providing food."

Ji Jingshan put away his phone and straightened his disheveled coat.

He walked up to Shen Nianqing and bent his back slightly.

"Miss Shen, excuse me."

"Chu Qingshan of the Imperial Capital Museum is an old fanatic who studies bronzes."

"He just saw this cauldron on a live stream and insisted on flying over to see it overnight."

"Would it be convenient for him to broaden his horizons?"

Shen Nianqing smiled slightly as she looked at Ji Jingshan's cautious demeanor.

"You're too kind, Mr. Ji."

"Since you are the curator of the Imperial Capital Museum, it's perfectly fine for you to come and visit."

She glanced at the enormous bronze cauldron.

"However, this cauldron is about to be transported home, so we won't stay at the hotel waiting for him indefinitely."

Ji Jingshan waved his hand repeatedly, seemingly unconcerned.

"Ignore him! Don't wait for him!"

"If the old man wants to see it, let him come to us himself."

"It's already an immense favor that you're even willing to let him take a look."

After saying that, Ji Jingshan picked up his phone and shouted into the microphone.

"Did you hear that? Miss Shen is very generous; she agreed to let you come."

"Buy your own ticket and get over here!"

With a "click," the phone was hung up.

As soon as Ji Jingshan left, the atmosphere in the hall changed again.

The chaebol tycoons have now completely let loose.

Lei Zhen was the first to rush to the Yongzhou Cauldron.

He took out his phone from his trench coat and handed it to He Yunting next to him.

"Old He! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Lei Zhen stood ramrod straight, his hands pressed against the seams of his trousers, smiling like a flower.

"Take a full-body photo of me, make sure the whole cauldron is in the picture!"

"If I could take a photo with the Yongzhou Ding in my lifetime, I'd die happy!"

He Yunting held up his phone, his face full of disgust.

"Move to the side a bit, you're blocking the inscriptions on the tripod."

He Yunting pressed the shutter a few times and quickly handed the phone back to Lei Zhen.

"It's my turn, it's my turn. You take the picture for me."

He Yunting strode over and struck an extremely refined pose.

Ye Canghai refused to accept this and pushed aside the Zheng family head in front of him.

"Queue up! Don't you know the rules?!"

"I was standing right here, let me take the picture first!"

The twelve business tycoons, each worth hundreds of billions, looked like a group of fanatical fans chasing after celebrities.

People crowded around the giant bronze cauldron, vying to take photos with it.

The bodyguards stood on the perimeter, looking at their boss in this state, and each of them lowered their heads and pretended not to recognize him.

Shen Xingzhou stood to the side, watching in a daze.

She moved closer to Shen Nianqing and lowered her voice.

"Nianqing, have these old men gone mad?"

Shen Nianqing looked at this comical scene and gently shook her head.

"They are more clear-headed than anyone else."

"Being able to take a photo with a national treasure of this caliber, and have it circulated in their circle, is more prestigious than earning 10 billion."

Just as the big shots were arguing and fighting over positions.

Dan Chenzi couldn't stand it anymore.

He suddenly flicked the white jade whisk in his hand and placed it on his arm.

"Gentlemen."

Dan Chenzi's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an imposing Daoist aura that commanded respect without anger.

"This cauldron was a betrothal gift from the Celestial Master, an object used to suppress the flow of fortune."

"It's fine to absorb some of the divine aura, but don't disturb the spirit of the divine cauldron."

Upon hearing this, the big shots quickly put away their phones and obediently stepped aside.

Dan Chenzi turned to look at Shen Nianqing.

"Miss Shen, this cauldron is too large, and it would be inconvenient to place it in the hotel."

"I will arrange for my disciples to escort the cauldron back to the Shen family manor for you."

Shen Nianqing nodded her thanks.

"Thank you for your trouble, Taoist priest."

The capital city, a meditation room at Tanzhe Temple.

Chu Qingshan let out a long sigh of relief as he listened to the busy tone coming from his phone.

He tossed his phone onto the coffee table and turned to look at his granddaughter.

"Yaoyao, hurry!"

Chu Qingshan was so anxious that he kept slamming his fist on the table.

"Check the next flight to Jiangcheng!"

"Whether it's first class or economy, as long as I can get a ticket!"

Chu Yao quickly picked up the tablet and her fingers flew across the page.

"Grandpa, there's a red-eye flight at 1 a.m., and there are two seats left."

"Order now! Order now!"

Chu Qingshan stood up and straightened his plain Tang suit.

"I'll go pack a few clothes, let's head to the airport right away!"

He rushed out the door, his steps as fast as the wind.

I had just reached the door.

"Benefactor Chu, please wait."

Master Huiyuan, who had been sitting silently on the futon, suddenly spoke.

Chu Qingshan stopped and turned to look at him, his face full of impatience.

"Old monk, what's wrong with you again?"

"I'm in a hurry, I don't have time to play games with you."

Master Huiyuan stood up, fiddling with his Bodhi prayer beads.

"I wonder if Benefactor Chu could take this old monk with him on his trip to Jiangcheng?"

Chu Qingshan was stunned.

He looked Master Huiyuan up and down, then rolled his eyes.

"What are you, a monk, doing getting involved in this mess?"

"A Taoist master is sending gifts to his wife, and you, a monk, go to watch? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Master Huiyuan put his hands together in prayer and recited a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha."

"If you're willing, I'd like to lend you the golden alms bowl for exhibition."

Chu Qingshan suddenly stopped and turned around to stare intently at Master Huiyuan.

"Are you serious?"

The moment Master Huiyuan uttered those words.

A faint golden light shone from the old monk's eyes.

Chu Qingshan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and his mind went blank.

When I came to my senses, Master Huiyuan was still standing there, his eyes lowered, with a compassionate expression.

Chu Qingshan rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

"Alright, alright! I'll take you with me!"

"Hurry up! We'll miss our flight if we're late!"

P.S.: Have a great weekend! The Buddhist sect is about to appear, and the story will get even more exciting! Please give me a small gift, thank you everyone!