Old Harden, can you handle having your vision-shifting abilities on all the time?

Xu Xing smiled and said, "I certainly won't lack money working at Chengxinzhai, but I don't really have much of a collection, so I'll have to paint."

Wang Benquan was a little surprised, but quickly nodded and said, "Okay, I'll have someone bring the painting over."

He made a phone call, and a few minutes later a shop assistant came in carrying a long, rectangular brocade box.

The brocade box was made of sandalwood and carved with simple cloud patterns, exuding an antique charm. The shop assistant placed the brocade box on the tea tray, bowed, and left.

Wang Benquan opened the brocade box and found a scroll of silk painting that had turned slightly yellow. He put on white gloves and carefully took the painting out, slowly unfurling it on the tea tray.

The painting is about 1.2 meters long and 60 centimeters wide.

The silk is old but well-preserved. The painting is in the typical Lan Ying style, with vigorous brushstrokes and rich ink tones in the landscape composition.

In the distance, mountains rise one after another, shrouded in mist; nearby, pine trees, rocks, flowing water, and thatched cottages appear and disappear.

The inscription area is covered with collector's seals and appreciation seals, the most prominent being Lan Ying's signature and seal.

In addition, this scroll is well-preserved and in excellent condition, indeed worth more than three million.

He reached out his fingertips and gently touched the center of the painting.

A surge of warm current, like a flood bursting its banks, rushed into my fingertips!

The scale of this warm current was only slightly weaker than that of Zhang Sanfeng's magic sword!

A warm current instantly flowed through my limbs and bones, every cell rejoicing. Eventually, most of the warm current converged in my lower abdomen, causing the dantian space to vibrate violently and expand rapidly.

Once the warm current subsided, Xu Xing could clearly feel that the weight-bearing capacity of his dantian space had soared from 3.3 kilograms to 6.4 kilograms!

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air to suppress the excitement in his heart.

"Nice painting."

Seeing that Xu Gong liked it, Wang Benquan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "It's good that Xu Gong likes it. Then this painting is yours, and the project to restore the double-dragon-eared vase is officially handed over to you."

Xu Xing nodded: "I can start work tomorrow."

"No rush, you can start anytime once you're ready. Also, the other S-level repair project I promised you is still valid. You can go to the warehouse to choose one after you finish repairing the Double Dragon Ear Bottle."

"it is good."

Wang Benquan then remembered something and took out a gold-embossed invitation from a drawer next to the tea tray, handing it to Xu Xing.

"There's a small auction at a nearby hotel this afternoon, organized by several small and medium-sized businesses on the antique street, and I was invited to it as well."

However, I have a meeting this afternoon and can't go. If Mr. X is interested, you can go and have a look; you might find something you like.

Xu Xing accepted the invitation.

The cover is made of dark red velvet with gold lettering that reads "Chang'an Antique Exchange Auction," and the time is 2 PM today in the banquet hall of a nearby four-star hotel.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang. I am indeed quite interested."

"Okay, the invitation has the address and contact person on it, you can just go directly there."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Xu Xing carefully put away the scroll, got up, and took his leave.

Wang Benquan personally escorted him downstairs.

……

Xu Xing put the scroll in the trunk of his car and found a small restaurant nearby to have lunch.

He finished his meal at exactly 1:30, and walked to the hotel where the auction was being held with the invitation.

The hotel is located near the antique street, just a ten-minute walk away.

The banquet hall was temporarily converted into an auction venue, with forty or fifty chairs set up and a simple auction table in front of it.

By this time, twenty or thirty people had arrived, mostly in their forties or fifties, dressed casually, and chatting in twos and threes.

Xu Xing glanced around but didn't see anyone he knew.

He found a seat in the back row and sat down quietly to wait.

At 2:00 PM sharp, the auctioneer took the stage, and after a brief opening, the auction began.

The first few items were all ordinary goods.

There are late Qing dynasty folk kiln blue and white porcelain jars, Republic of China period famille rose dishes, and Yuan Shikai silver dollars in average condition, etc.

The starting price was not high, and the bidding was slow, with the final transaction price ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

As Xu Xing listened to the introductions, he activated his X-ray vision to scan each item, but there were no surprises.

Until the sixth item was brought up.

It was a rectangular wooden box. Inside, there was a grayish-white box, and inside that, a gold box about the size of two palms.

Inside the box was something that looked like amber, but instead of a small insect, it contained a tuft of hair.

It is clearly artificially made using rosin or peach gum.

The auctioneer explained: "This is a three-layered Buddhist reliquary from the Ming Dynasty. The outermost layer is made of wood and is somewhat damaged. The second layer is made of silver and the third layer is made of gold."

The interior is made of rosin-imitation amber, preserving a lock of hair. This item has no inscription but its provenance is clear and all documentation is complete. The starting bid is 280,000 yuan, with each bid increment no less than 5,000 yuan.

A low murmur arose from the audience.

"A Ming Dynasty treasure box? It looks quite old but has no inscription. The amber inside is also an artificial product and not worth much."

"The wood layers are all rotten, making repairs difficult."

"The main value is in the old gold inside, which is worth at most a few hundred thousand."

Xu Xing's gaze was fixed on the precious box, whose structure was clearly visible under his X-ray vision.

The outermost layer of wood was indeed severely decayed, but the inner layers of silver and silver-plated gold were relatively well preserved.

The lid of the gold box is clearly made using a double-layer gold sheet technique, with an extremely thin interlayer between the two gold lids.

Hidden in the interlayer was a piece of paper, yellowed but intact.

The paper was covered with characters written in a free and unrestrained cursive script. Xu Xing concentrated and saw the contents.

The poem begins: "I once aspired to renounce the world, but the mortal realm was too difficult to transcend. Fortunately, I encountered a high monk who enlightened me and led me to receive the precepts, and I adopted the name Liuru..."

The following section contains lengthy reflections on Buddhism and life, written in a free and elegant style with a transcendent artistic conception.

The signature is two bold and elegant characters: Tang Yin.

There is also a small seal next to it that reads "Layman Liuru".

Xu Xing's breathing faltered.

Tang Bohu!

This calligraphy was actually written by Tang Bohu himself!

What was sealed inside the artificial amber in the treasure box, unnoticed by anyone, was actually Tang Bohu's hair.

This manuscript, combined with Tang Bohu's hair, is worth far more than a simple treasure box!

"A Ming Dynasty three-tiered imperial reliquary, starting bid 280,000 yuan, anyone interested?"

The audience was silent for a few seconds.

"285,000."

A middle-aged man holds up a sign.

"Two hundred and ninety thousand."

Another voice followed, but the price increase was slow, indicating that people weren't very interested in this product.

After the price rose to 330,000, Xu Xing raised his bidding paddle.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand."

Seeing that no one else was bidding higher, the auctioneer asked, "Mr. No. 18 has bid 150,000! Any higher bids?"

Everyone else shook their heads slightly, and no one raised the price.

"350,000 for the first time!"

"350,000 for the second time!"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand for the third time!"

"Sold! Congratulations to Mr. 18!"

The gavel fell.

Xu Xing calmly put down the number plate, but inwardly he breathed a long sigh of relief.

It became.

This Ming Dynasty treasure box, which had no inscription and was considered of limited value by others, is now his.