Chapter 2096

Facing such a surging crowd, He Pingsheng also felt a bit numb.

Good grief!

I just sold something I don't even need, good grief, and provoked the anger of so many people.

"Cough cough cough... uh... everyone, please don't get excited!"

"Don't get excited, don't get excited!"

He Pingsheng waved his hands and hurriedly said, "Can you hear me out?"

"Amitabha..." someone said: "Go ahead and speak!"

Hundreds of eyes stared at He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng said: "Everyone has misunderstood, this item is not something I stole, let alone obtained through deceit; it was personally bestowed upon me by Her Majesty the Buddha Emperor when I went to the Merit-Immeasurable Platform to comprehend the Dao!"

"If I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning from heaven!"

"Is that acceptable now?"

"I've already sworn an oath!"

"Everyone!" the female host also spoke up: "This item belongs to this young friend; how he disposes of it is entirely up to him, outsiders must not interfere—this is our Chamber of Commerce's rule!"

"Amitabha..." an elderly monk performed a Buddhist salute, then said: "The Chamber of Commerce has its rules, and our Buddhist sect also has its rules!"

"If it were something else, we would naturally not inquire, but this is the Buddha Emperor's origin—it is different!"

"This item is the Buddha Emperor's origin; if we obtain it, we must reverently enshrine it. Such noisy hawking—is it not an insult to the Buddha Emperor?"

"Such conduct, our Buddhist sect cannot tolerate!"

"Exactly!" another young monk stood up and said: "Amitabha... my uncle-shigu is right; if your Chamber of Commerce obstructs us, we would rebel even if we had to descend into the eighteenth layer of hell!"

The female host was so frightened she dared not speak.

These Buddhist disciples then all turned their gaze toward He Pingsheng.

"Donor... since it was personally bestowed by the Buddha Emperor, you should still keep this item and enshrine it properly!"

Someone else said: "You, a mere God King Realm cultivator—do you even deserve the Buddha Emperor's origin?"

"If you don't make things clear today, you won't be leaving this Xianlai Chamber of Commerce!"

These Buddhist disciples staring at He Pingsheng—many of them are in the God King Realm; He Pingsheng could not possibly resist no matter what.

He could only temporarily yield and said: "Everyone, truly not what you think!"

"Back when I comprehended the Dao, the Buddha Emperor herself took me in as a nominal disciple!"

"She gave me this origin and also transmitted Buddhist Dharma to me!"

"She also gave me this... you see..."

He Pingsheng felt around on his body and produced a snow-white dagger, placing it before everyone.

How could they not recognize it?

Even if they had never seen it, they would know this is the Buddha Emperor's personal item.

If not personally bestowed by the Buddha Emperor, who could take it from her person?

This...

Now it's awkward.

Is he really a disciple of the Buddha Emperor?

Even if only a nominal disciple, his status and seniority in the Buddhist sect would be astonishingly high.

To acknowledge or not?

If acknowledged, one must kneel and bow!

The Buddhist disciples opposite began exchanging glances.

Finally, a female nun said: "It's not that we don't trust the donor; it's simply that we cannot comprehend!"

"Why would His Majesty the God Emperor take you, a Xuan Sect disciple, as a nominal disciple?"

"Moreover, all disciples of the Buddha Emperor have tokens—do you have a disciple's order?"

"Amitabha..."

"Amitabha..."

"Amitabha..."

All the Buddhist disciples placed their palms together and bowed to He Pingsheng.

For a moment, Buddhist chants filled the heavens.

He Pingsheng immediately recalled the disciple's order the Buddha Emperor had given him, so he took it out.

Once the order appeared, pretense was impossible.

Joking aside, who would dare swagger about outside, deceiving and impersonating a disciple of the Buddha Emperor?

"Amitabha..." an elderly God King Realm cultivator frowned slightly and said: "Back then, I also heard my master say that the God Emperor old man took in a nominal disciple, but I never expected his cultivation to be merely God King Realm!"

"It seems there's no mistake!"

"Amitabha... Poor Monk Chiwu, I have seen my grandmaster-uncle..."

His bow was fine, but the Buddhist disciples behind him became embarrassed.

Should they bow?

Yes, they should!

Everyone then began clamoring as they bowed with clasped hands to He Pingsheng.

This startled He Pingsheng, who flusteredly said: "This... everyone, please don't bow—hurry and sit down!"

"Continue the transaction!"

Only then did everyone sit down.

In the entire grand hall, everyone looked at He Pingsheng with new respect.

No joke — this is a God Emperor's disciple.

Even as a nominal disciple, he's not someone they can afford to provoke.

Moreover, for a mere God King to be taken as a nominal disciple by the Buddha Emperor shows this child's future is limitless.

Provoke him? Am I crazy?

"Good!" the female host said: "The trading continues!"

He Pingsheng glanced at that God Venerable Realm nun.

The nun was so frightened her face went pale: "I... this junior... I don't dare..."

"This bottle of Bodhi Gold Dew counts as a gift to you, Senior; this origin source I don't dare accept!"

The nun stammered her refusal.

He Pingsheng wasn't about to take advantage of anyone, so he waved his hand and said: "Just a normal trade... this Buddhist origin source I give to you, your Bodhi Gold Dew, give me whatever you think appropriate!"

"Oh oh oh..." the nun handed over all six bottles, seventy-two drops total of Bodhi Gold Dew she carried on her person to He Pingsheng.

Finally she returned this Buddha Emperor origin source as well.

"Ancestor, these Bodhi Gold Dew count as this junior's compensation for the offense just now; as for this Buddha Emperor origin source, this poor nun has no fortune to enjoy it!"

He Pingsheng's expression turned solemn: "What are you saying?"

"This origin source is what I bestow upon you, take it!"

"Remember, no refusing — a gift from an elder cannot be declined!"

Only then did the nun hesitantly accept the origin source.

A trade completed.

"Good, congratulations on completing the trade!" the female host said: "Next, please, honored guest number 1985, continue bringing out items to sell!"

Everyone looked toward He Pingsheng again.

He Pingsheng thought for a moment, then said: "Sorry, I have nothing left to trade, everyone!"

"Hmm..." the female host said: "Then let's restart..."

She hadn't finished speaking when she was interrupted: "Wait..."

Everyone looked — the interrupter was that old monk Chi Wu who had just called He Pingsheng by a number!

Chi Wu said: "Amitabha, since Martial Uncle-Grandmaster temporarily has no tradable items, this round will be handled by this old monk!"

"I have here three high-grade Divine Veins..."

The old monk produced three high-grade Divine Veins for trading.

Seeing the Divine Veins, He Pingsheng's eyes flickered again: he needed this stuff.

Whether for cultivating divine herbs later or revitalizing the clan now, both needed it.

However, he didn't make a move.

Because there was no need.

With the Treasure Basin in hand, no need to buy high-grade Divine Veins; later at the Commerce Association he could casually buy some low-grade ones and strengthen them himself, wouldn't that work?

Generally speaking, Divine Veins are similar to Divine Gold.

Now He Pingsheng can already strengthen low-grade Divine Gold into high-grade, so by the same principle, low-grade Divine Veins should also be strengthen-able into high-grade.

Subsequently, although many items appeared at the auction, He Pingsheng didn't act again.

Because his needs were already mostly satisfied.

In the blink of an eye, the trade fair ended.