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Chapter 12(2/2)

He looked at Lingxi with cloudy eyes, and then he cast his gaze on me. He smiled strangely and said, "These two medicines you have are extremely rare. You may not be able to find them even in ten or eight years, let alone a year and a half."

Lingxi thanked him and turned to leave.

When I walked out of the Chinese medicine dispensary, I couldn't help but ask: "Master, what is bodhichitta? I have only heard of bodhi seeds. There are also seedless sunflowers. Is there such a thing? Aren't sunflowers full of melon seeds?"

Lingxi explained: "Bodhicitta is the result of the mutation of Bodhi seeds. To put it simply, it is formed by the genetic mutation of plants and fruits."

"Seedless sunflowers mean that the sunflower is full of seeds, but the seeds are all hollow."

Lingxi said regretfully: "The evil spirit in your body is full of yin, and it needs three yang things to suppress it. Bodhicitta and seedless sunflowers are naturally extremely yang. If you add the purple gold cockscomb, the three yangs will fall to the top, and the yang will be opposite to the yin."

, evil spirits will not be able to use Yin energy to torment you often."

"What is Purple Gold Cockscomb? Is it also a medicinal material?" I asked doubtfully.

Lingxi pondered: "It may be considered a medicinal material, but it is not a dead thing, but a big rooster with a purple-gold comb."

To be honest, Lingxi's answer opened my eyes.

I have lived for eighteen years, and I will be nineteen during the Chinese New Year. I have never heard of or seen a big rooster with a purple-gold comb.

If Lingxi hadn't been serious about what she said, I would have suspected that she was deceiving me.

Next, Lingxi took me into an antique shop.

This antique shop is very small, probably less than twenty square meters.

Two rows of shelves and a wooden table.

The shelves are filled with antiques. I don’t know whether they are real or fake, but they are quite impressive.

Well, the dust pile is so thick that it feels like an old object.

In the corner, a middle-aged man with greasy hair was sitting at a wooden table playing on the computer, cracking melon seeds and cursing.

I took a closer look and saw that this guy was actually fighting against landlords.

Seeing a visitor coming to the door, the middle-aged uncle greeted him: "You two, wait and see, wait until I finish playing this card."

Lingxi stood by the shelves and looked at them with interest, wandering around from time to time.

I said as loudly as a mosquito: "Master, are we going to buy antiques?"

Lingxi said expressionlessly: "Do you have to buy antiques when you come to an antique store?"

"Isn't it?" I asked in surprise.

Lingxi pointed to the antiques on the shelves and said: "None of the antiques here are real, only fools buy them."

"Ah?" I was stunned and didn't know why.

The middle-aged uncle who was playing landlords laughed loudly when he heard what Ling Xi said: "That's right, the antiques here are all for fools. Boy, is this your first time in the ghost market?"

I shrank my neck and didn't dare to answer.

The middle-aged uncle finished the round, stretched out, yawned and said, "Girl Ling, I haven't seen you for a while. Are you already in love?"
Chapter completed!
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