Chapter 91 Business that comes to your door: embroidered shoes

Chapter 91 Business that comes to your door: embroidered shoes

Chapter 91 Business that comes to your door: embroidered shoes
"Jiang Hua?"

Shirley Yang asked somewhat uncertainly.

"Yes, it's me!"

The statue's mouth did not move, but the sound resounded directly in Shirley Yang's mind.

"This is amazing!"

Even Shirley Yang couldn't help but marvel.

This Shinto method is indeed of infinite uses!
"Jiang Hua, can you contact me remotely no matter where I am in the future?" Shirley Yang asked.

Jiang Hua frowned and thought for a moment.

"Probably not. I am talking to you remotely now, which requires my spiritual power. If we are far away from each other, I may only be able to sense your life or death, but I won't be able to talk to you."

Hearing this, Shirley Yang was a little disappointed.

She thought that no matter where she was, she could always keep in touch with Jiang Hua.

But this is pretty good too.

Jiang Hua said: "Shirley, practice it now and show me how the power of faith is generated?"

Shirley Yang nodded.

She sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and chanted strange spells.

At this moment, from Jiang Hua's perspective, the scene before his eyes seemed to have changed.

He saw Shirley Yang kneeling on the ground, praying to a god with his feet on the boundless hell. A trace of power of faith emanated from Shirley Yang's body.

After these powers of faith entered this deity.

Through the channel of faith, it was teleported to Jiang Hua's body.

Suddenly, Jiang Hua discovered that after Shirley Yang's spirit, energy and spirit were integrated into this deity, the deity seemed to become more solid.

At the same time, the total amount of faith power generated by Shirley Yang also increased.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Hua suddenly realized.

That statue is like a transit station for Shirley Yang and him.

It symbolizes Jiang Hua's true self.

The more solid the statue is, the deeper the connection between Shirley and him is.

The more power of faith is generated.

Jiang Hua immediately asked Shirley Yang to stop.

He warned seriously: "Shirley, don't use your energy to solidify the statue anymore."

"It's going to have an effect on your body."

Shirley Yang frowned and said, "But how should I practice?"

Jiang Hua thought for a moment and said, "I will teach you a method of visualization that can help you cultivate your spirit and soul, which may solve this problem."

"Ah."

Shirley Yang nodded.

Jiang Hua immediately passed the Diamond Sutra to her.

And told her to visualize the sun, moon or stars.

Jiang Hua initially started practicing using the Buddha's bone relics.

Otherwise, I don’t know how long it will take.

Only then could he construct the sun.

Originally, he thought that Shirley Yang would need a long time to condense the object of her visualization!
Unexpectedly, just half an hour later...

"Jiang Hua, I have constructed the visualization object."

"what?"

Jiang Hua was stunned immediately.

Somewhat uncertainly, he said, "Did you really build it?"

"Yes."

Shirley Yang said as a matter of course: "How difficult is this? It's much easier than building your statue."

Because they are connected through the channel of faith.

Jiang Hua could see into Shirley's mind.

He stared intently...

Sure enough, she saw a bright moon floating in Shirle Yang's soul sea, emitting bright light and constantly strengthening her soul.

"Woo~"

Jiang Hua felt like crying.

In order to construct the sun visualization object, he spent a precious Buddha bone relic...

And Shirley Yang only took half an hour.

I have successfully entered the cultivation stage...

"How is it? Is my talent still okay?"

"good…………"

the next day.

As usual, Jiang Hua came to Mingguxuan to stay for a while.

"Let me tell you, this is a Yongzheng-era enamel-painted vase with a lady and baby playing with each other. It is a real treasure!"

"How much money do you plan to pay, Mingguxuan?"

A man in a black coat was selling a porcelain vase.

There are gorgeous illustrations engraved on this porcelain vase.

The shape is small and exquisite, the colors of various enamel materials are harmoniously matched, the colors are translucent, the patterns are clear, depicting a lifelike lady.

Jiang Hua nodded.

This is indeed a treasure.

Early this morning, the man in the black coat came running over and wanted to sell an enameled small vase with ears and a picture of a lady playing with a baby.

Jiang Hua listened for a while, then smiled and said, "Sir, I wonder how much you want to sell it for?"

The man in the black coat rolled his eyes and stretched out a finger.

"One hundred thousand?"

Jiang Hua nodded, the price was quite acceptable.

Unexpectedly, the man in the black coat shook his head.

"one million!"

Jiang Hua was stunned for a moment.

Although this enamel-painted lady-baby-playing small Guan-ear vase is precious, it is only worth between three or four hundred thousand yuan at most. And you have to meet someone who particularly likes it.

If calculated based on the market price, this enamel bottle would be around 200,000 yuan.

Of course, this was pawned by the man in the black coat.

The price will naturally be less.

One hundred thousand is about right.

What is this man in black coat thinking?

You want to sell this thing for one million?

Jiang Hua couldn't help but laugh out of anger.

The main thing is that this enamel bottle is a black product.

That is what was just poured out from the tomb.

He could smell the earthy smell on the man in the black coat even from a hundred meters away.

"Sorry, we can't accept this price, please go back!"

Jiang Hua immediately said in a cold voice.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The man in the black coat said with some dissatisfaction: "If the price is not right, we can negotiate again. Why are you chasing me away?!"

Jiang Hua picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He said slowly: "Our Mingguxuan can only offer a maximum of 100,000."

"One hundred thousand?"

The man in the black coat shook his head. "Don't lie to me. I've checked the market. This enamel bottle can be sold for up to four or five hundred thousand. You want to take my treasure for only one hundred thousand?"

Jiang Hua was too lazy to talk to him.

"Anyway, I, Ming Gu Xuan, will only offer 100,000."

"If anyone offers a higher price, go there!"

The man in the black coat glared at him, looking a little angry and hesitant.

Suddenly, at this time, Lao Hu and the fat man came over.

There was another person following behind them.

He looks like an honest man.

He was wearing a blue military coat and a pair of cloth shoes. He had dark skin and a rough complexion, and was obviously a farmer who often did farm work.

Old Hu and the fat man's eyes were bright.

Obviously, they have all broken through to become first-grade warriors.

Jiang Hua immediately went to meet him.

"Old Hu, why are you here?"

The fat man chuckled and said, "Brother Jiang, I'm here to bring you business.

"what business?"

Lao Hu explained: "We met this guy on the road today, and he said he came from Gulan County."

Hearing this, Jiang Hua's eyes gleamed.

"and then?"

"He said he has a treasure he wants to sell you."

"Oh?"

Jiang Hua showed a hint of interest.

He looked at the honest man behind Lao Hu.

"Brother, what's your name?"

The farmer was obviously a little nervous.

He stammered, "My name is Li Chunlai!"

"Brother Li, what do you want to sell?" Jiang Hua said with a smile.

Li Chunlai showed hesitation on his face and looked around.

Then he took out a package from his arms...
The fat man was getting a little impatient.

"Hey, what are you dithering about?"

“We’re not going to steal your stuff.

"Look at my brother. He runs such a big store. Would he care about your stuff?"

Jiang Hua smiled and said, "Brother Li, don't worry. Mingguxuan is based on integrity and will not covet your things."

In fact, if Li Chunlai hadn’t been seen, he would have come from Gulan County.

He doesn't care about these things at all.

After all, he is just a farmer.

Even if you pick up some antiques.

It's basically not something valuable.

The man in the black coat was about to leave, but after seeing Li Chunlai hiding himself, a look of interest appeared on his face.

So he stopped and watched.

But Li Chunlai was still worried.

"Well, then you can't steal my treasure!"

"Yes, or I'll fight you to death!"

Jiang Hua could only nod helplessly.

"Don't worry, I promise, okay?"

Li Chunlai took the thing wrapped in rags to the table and opened it carefully.

After the rag was opened, everyone's eyes were fixed.

I found out that it was an embroidered shoe inlaid with gold thread.

After Jiang Hua saw that it was just an embroidered shoe.

There was a sudden look of disappointment on his face.

He looked over at once.

This is an embroidered shoe from the Ming Dynasty, bordered with gold thread. If you can get a pair, it would have some artistic value.

Too bad there's only one shoe.

Then the value will be greatly reduced.

(End of this chapter)