Chapter 580

"J-Jie, Brother Jie."

Zhang Jie and Feng Baobao waited for quite a while before Zhang Chulan arrived.

Looking at his limbs that wouldn't stop trembling, Zhang Jie was finally certain:

This kid Zhang Chulan wasn't playing the pig to eat the tiger; he was truly afraid of heights.

"Let's go, let's head inside."

Zhang Jie didn't say much else, taking the lead and walking inside with Feng Baobao and the others.

Here, there was actually a road, so Zhang Chulan didn't need to act as the pathfinder anymore.

A short while later, the group arrived at the main venue for this Luo Tian Luotian Da Jiao.

On a wide open space, a building similar to a stadium was situated.

However, compared to a stadium, it had no dome and was open-air.

At the same time, the area was also much larger than a stadium; although it couldn't compare to a football field, it wasn't far off.

After all, after extraordinary people circulate their True Qi, they are all little supermen with movement speeds calculated at over ten meters per second;

if the competition venue were too small, it would undoubtedly limit their performance.

"Brother Wang..."

"Brother Chen..."

"Miss Lan..."

At this time, quite a few extraordinary people had already gathered here, forming small circles according to the closeness of their relationships and communicating with each other.

"Come on, come on, don't miss out..."

"Specialties from the Western wizarding world, don't need 998, only 99.8!

Only 99.8, take home specialties from Western wizards!"

"Prayer beads blessed by a master, containing Buddhist True Qi, to nourish the spirit and body!"

Many clever extraordinary people took advantage of this rare opportunity to start small businesses.

Zhang Chulan, whose legs were soft just a moment ago, was now examining his surroundings with great interest.

It was his first time seeing so many extraordinary people.

"Sister Bao'er..."

Zhang Jie also took a few looks, then called out to Feng Baobao.

There were many people here, a mix of good and bad, and with Sister Bao'er's simple, natural-airhead nature, he hoped she wouldn't be deceived by someone.

"Brother Jie, Sister Bao'er is gone!"

Zhang Chulan felt the sky had collapsed.

"Mm?"

Zhang Jie looked back, and sure enough, Feng Baobao had disappeared at some point.

"Don't panic, I'll find her."

Zhang Jie stopped the panicked Zhang Chulan, and his peerless, formless, and intangible divine sense centered on him

swept across the entire venue; those talking, those who didn't like each other, those haggling,

those catching up, those maintaining order—every move of every extraordinary person was seen by his "eyes."

The mind's eye is also an eye, after all.

Although he had the ability to lock onto the locations of Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and others at any time,

and even monitor their every move, Zhang Jie didn't do so; after all, he wasn't a voyeur.

"Found her."

The next second, he discovered Feng Baobao's figure; she was currently chatting enthusiastically with a big monk.

"Incredible, incredible, a ray of spiritual light is shooting up from your crown, young lady;

this is the image of an immortal, an arhat, a bodhisattva!"

A big monk wearing a gold-inlaid red cassock, with a full face and earlobes reaching his shoulders,

looking quite solemn and dignified, looked at Feng Baobao with an "incredible" expression,

as if he had seen the arhats and bodhisattvas worshipped by their Buddhist sect.

Feng Baobao tilted her head and looked at him with a naive, cute expression, seemingly not understanding what he was saying.

'Could it be that she's still an old hand in the Jianghu?'

Seeing Feng Baobao unmoved, the big monk felt suspicious and uncertain.

However, although he was suspicious, his face was even more solemn and dignified, and the temperament of an enlightened high monk was fully revealed,

with only a trace of cunning occasionally flashing in his eyes, exposing his true inner thoughts.

He reached out and took a string of crystal-clear,

speckled red glaze beads that shimmered with a crystalline red light in the sun from his cassock and displayed them before Feng Baobao's eyes:

"These beads were left behind by my master's master, Zen Master Duoxin.

Back then, he happened to encounter a spiritual beast, a ten-thousand-year fire qilin, in the mountains,

and after a life-and-death struggle of over eighty thousand rounds, he finally killed the spiritual beast with his staff.

My master's master took out the fire qilin's spiritual crystal and spent all his effort to craft this string of speckled red glaze beads.

Because of this string of glaze beads, my master's master also suffered excessive loss,

and after crafting it, he passed away and ascended to the Western Pure Land."

As he spoke, his tone also became sentimental.

"Really?"

This kind of fantasy and exaggerated plot happened to hit Feng Baobao's interest point for strange tales in the "extraordinary world."

"Amitabha, a monk does not tell lies."

The big monk returned to his previous solemn and dignified appearance:

"This item was originally the inheritance treasure left to my lineage by my master's master.

Unfortunately, the treasure has spirit; it cannot be obtained or used by anyone who is not destined.

I have been crying and worrying about this, and coming to Long Hu Shan today

is not to participate in the Luo Tian Luotian Da Jiao, but to find a destined person for this treasure."

Then he stared intently at Feng Baobao: "I have searched almost all the extraordinary people,

but not a single person has been recognized by this treasure, until you appeared, benefactor.

This treasure has finally met its destined person; you are that destined person, benefactor!"

"Destined person, me?"

Feng Baobao pointed at her own nose, a bit unsure.

'So it was just a rookie who didn't understand just now.'

The smile on the big monk's face grew even wider, and he answered decisively:

"This destined person is none other than you, benefactor."

"Was this thing custom-made for me?"

The big monk repeatedly emphasized "destined with the little benefactor" and "this treasure has finally met its destined person,"

which made Feng Baobao, who had been searching for her own background and past,

easily develop the illusion that "this thing was custom-made for me."

After developing this illusion, Feng Baobao reached out to take the "speckled red glaze beads."

"Slow down!"

The big monk flashed aside, making Feng Baobao's hand grab at the glaze beads miss.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Feng Baobao was puzzled; since it was destined for her, why not give it to her?

"Amitabha."

The big monk chanted a Buddhist name: "Benefactor, although this item is destined for you,

my lineage has also put in a lot of effort for it; if there's no credit, there's at least hard work. What do you think?"

"Mm, mm."

Feng Baobao now understood the big monk's meaning and nodded like a garlic-pounding pestle:

"Master, how much reward do you think I should give to compensate you and your master's master for your hard work?"

Zhang Jie, who had been taking all this in from the side, couldn't help but laugh.

You say Sister Bao'er has common sense, yet she can be easily deceived.

You say she has no common sense, yet she can easily understand the hint that this bald thief wants a kickback.

Does Sister Bao'er have common sense or not?

If she has it, she has it.

The big monk didn't know he had already been exposed; he put his hands together:

"Don't need, don't need 9998, only 998, and this string of speckled red glaze beads is yours, benefactor."

"Not expensive."

Feng Baobao only felt she had gotten a great bargain, took out her wallet, and pulled out a stack of Mao Yeyey to pay.

Although she is relatively naive, Feng Baobao, who is taken care of by the Xu family, naturally doesn't lack money.

Moreover, as a temporary worker in the North China region, her own salary is also quite considerable.

After all, although the upper management of the Company has always viewed temporary workers as hired muscle and not as decision-makers,

if you want the horse to run, how can you expect the horse not to eat grass?

Swish swish.

Feng Baobao smoothly counted out ten Mao Yeyey and handed them to the big monk, saying very generously:

"Big monk, you are destined with me, so you don't need to return those two yuan."

'Amitabha, my cut wasn't ruthless enough!'

The big monk didn't pay attention to those two yuan; he looked at the stack in Feng Baobao's hand,

which was at least several times thicker than 1000, and only felt his heart aching painfully.

Such a big fat sheep was in front of him, yet he only sheared a little wool,

instead of slaughtering her ruthlessly—it was simply a sin!