The originally noisy environnt instantly fell silent at this mont.
The owner of the Haval was stunned, the onlookers were stunned, and the man in the suit beca the focus of the whole scene.
"Pop!"
Like an ATM machine, the man in the suit threw money onto the hood for the third ti.
The owner of the Haval pinched his thigh, grimacing from the pain, but his eyes shone with joy.
It wasn't a dream, it was real, it was real!
As if afraid the man in the suit might change his mind, the owner of the Haval quickly picked up the money and threw it into the car, nodding and bowing, saying, "I'll vacate the parking spot right away."
The man in the suit nodded with satisfaction, walked out of the parking lot, and got into a black business car.
The man in the suit's actions quickly inspired other luxury car owners without parking spaces to imitate him. They sent their subordinates to contact the owners of cars only worth tens of thousands, and then started throwing money.
"Damn it! I really regret it. I should've parked my car in there last night."
"Who wouldn't? What's going on today? Did all the rich people eat sothing bad or what?"
Amidst the crowd, people kept slapping their thighs, calling out their regrets, but with no hindsight, there wasn't much use in regretting it.
Just then, soone shouted, "Everyone, co over here," and the crowd ran towards the temple gate.
One could see richly dressed n and won walking towards the monastery, surrounded by a big entourage, each one showing off more than the last.
"It's the martial monks guarding the gate!" a little girl exclaid in surprise.
Xiao Feng and the others naturally noticed that the gatekeepers were the eighteen martial monks who had co down the mountain with them.
Sixteen of them were standing in two rows, five steps apart, maintaining order, while two stood inside the gate, ready to greet the arriving wealthy individuals.
At this mont, Hui Yi walked out from inside the gate, holding a gaphone, and shouted loudly, "Dear benefactors, we are sorry, but today's temple is not open to visitors. If you wish to burn incense, please co again tomorrow."
Having said this, he turned and went back inside.
Lin Zhiyan's face darkened, this rhetoric... sounded so familiar.
"What's the matter?" Xiao Feng noticed the unnatural expression on Lin Zhiyan's face and asked.
"When I ca here yesterday afternoon to seek reinforcents, the monk who opened the door said the sa thing to , told to co back tomorrow."
"Oh, so that's how it is." Xiao Feng said knowingly, then waved his hand, "Let's go, let's follow them in."
Everyone followed the crowd up the steps, Zhao Guo'an frowned and said, "We seem to lack presence."
Indeed, the wealthy people in front and behind were surrounded by followers and dressed very formally, as if attending a grand gala.
In contrast, Xiao Feng and the others, though dressed decently, seed like an unconventional breath of fresh air in the group, easily noticeable for being different.
"Did you co here just to find presence?" Xiao Feng rolled his eyes at him.
The little girl pouted and said, "Who cares about presence? We're the most good-looking, besides, what's so good about being surrounded by people? I just don't like it."
Fortunately, although the wealthy showed off a lot, they didn't deliberately walk slowly. Despite the crowd, the entry pace was quite fast.
At this point, Xiao Feng noticed that among the group walking ahead of them, a man looking like a bodyguard took out a phone and showed it to Hui Yi.
Hui Yi didn't say anything, also took out his phone, and scanned the QR code on the other person's screen.
"Beep!"
Seeing the scan result showing that the group was indeed invited, Hui Yi stepped aside to let them pass.
Xiao Feng clicked his tongue in wonder, this practically eliminated the need for invitation cards.
In the past, attending an event would an carrying an invitation card, but now, you only need to bring a phone.
This is the convenience brought by technological advancent, much like mobile paynts; it seems trivial but can greatly simplify daily life.
"What's the deal?" Xiao Feng approached and asked Hui Yi.
Hui Yi didn't conceal anything and said truthfully, "My uncle wants to hold an auction."
"An auction?"
Everyone looked at each other, feeling an indescribable novelty. They had never heard of an auction occurring in a monastery.
"Auctioning what?" Xiao Feng asked.
"The relics after my master's cremation, but I advise you not to get involved."
"Why not?"
"Relics, only revered and virtuous monks might produce them, it's a chance, not a certainty."
Xiao Feng was montarily stunned, then whispered, "So, this ti they're auctioning fake ones?"
"Whether they're fake is uncertain, but they're definitely not from my master's body," Hui Yi replied.
Yet just then, an unharmonious voice ca from behind.
A young man with a large pair of sunglasses on his face and a big gold chain around his neck tilted his head and shouted, "Hey, if you don't have an invitation, step aside, don't waste our ti here."
In reality, the conversation between Xiao Feng and Hui Yi had lasted less than a minute in total, nowhere near enough to provoke impatience from those behind.
"How do you know we didn't receive an invitation?" Zhao Guo'an glared at him from above.
Even though within the group, Zhao Guo'an was considered the weakest link, outside, he was still soone who could take on a lot.
Especially after this adventure, it made Zhao Guo'an feel like he'd progressed from the inside out, so how could he stand being yelled at by soone else?
"Ha ha."
The young man with a flattop adjusted the gold chain around his neck, thinking himself very handso as he suddenly removed his sunglasses and took a few steps forward, saying, "Why don't you take a look at yourself in the mirror, do you think you're on the sa level as us, little brother?"
He then tapped Zhao Guo'an's chest twice with the hand holding the sunglasses, showing obvious disdain.
Zhao Guo'an's eyes widened, and he shouted angrily, "Who the hell are you calling little brother?"
Just then, Xiao Feng ca over, speaking disdainfully, "Old Zhao, that's not right. He's got poor manners, but you can't stoop to his level. What's he worth anyway?"
"Yes, yes, I really hadn't considered that. How can a person argue with sothing worthless?" Zhao Guo'an said, looking repentant yet humble.
The duo's exchange imdiately made the young man's face flush with anger, and he quickly climbed the steps, seemingly on the brink of physical confrontation.
But just then, from behind the young man ca the stern voice of an elderly man with graying hair, leaning on a gentleman's cane, "You damned fool, don't you see where we are? Get back here imdiately!"
His tone carried undeniable authority and awe.
The young man took a deep breath, his index finger alternating between pointing at Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an, "You...you just wait...I'm Bi Junxian, and believe , you'll never forget this na for the rest of your lives."
It's simple, he was hinting at revenge.
Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an exchanged a look and shrugged simultaneously, their attitude clear: Go ahead with your revenge, we'll be ready!
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