The auctioneer opened the array that shrouded the tray, allowing everyone to see the withered yellow leaf.
An ancient and profound aura blossomed, countless golden talismanic scripts simultaneously shining bright, vibrating the air, with intermittent chants resonant as the tolling of a great bell echoing.
"This technique, it doesn't seem quite ordinary..."
Li Quanqing stroked his chin, pondering what exactly was amiss.
A cultivator wrapped tightly behind him suddenly revealed the truth: "So it's the cultivation scripture of the Immortal Monks from the West Desert, no wonder they're auctioning it off."
"What those bald donkeys love most is to lure others into practicing Buddhist laws, and if one's Dao heart isn't firm, it's very easy to be converted into a Dharma Protector Vajra."
So that's how it is, a Buddhist scripture?
Li Quanqing suddenly realized.
It's said that in this world, there was originally only the Immortal Path tradition.
