In the next two days, the Buddhist Monastery Temple was even more crowded.
Early in the morning, there was already a long line at the entrance of the temple before the doors were opened, and by ten o’clock in the morning, it was so crowded inside that the people had to walk shoulder to shoulder on the way, yet only a few people were complaining and most of them were excited and thrilled to be here.
“Wait a minute, let’s not be greedy, let’s aim for one portrait in the Vidyārāja Hall, we will write a higher price and we would surely be able to buy one.”
“Su Jing’s disciple Xiao Zhi said that the Buddha Statue Portrait exhibition would last for a month so there is no need to be in such a hurry. Let’s wait for those last few days and then it won’t be too late to bid.”
“It’s already overcrowded now. It’s extremely difficult to queue up to get in, let alone the last few days. What if you can’t get in and write the price until the last few days?”
“It’s extremely difficult to get inside now because it’s already packed with people and it would be even more crowded in the coming days, not to mention the last few days. What if we aren’t able to get in because of the crowd, we won’t be able to put any price and it would be too late for regret by that time. What do we do then?”
“That’s also true, let’s write a high price to ensure our bottom line.”
In the crowd, voices like this could be vaguely heard everywhere, and it was obvious from these voices that many people had come for the portraits of the Vidyārāja Buddha Statue.
Not only do they want to pay homage to the Ten Vidyārāja but they also want to get one of the portraits of a Vidyārāja and take it home.
Many wealthy people believe in Buddhism and feel that having a portrait of such a Vidyārāja would definitely bless their whole family.
“There are too many people.” Old Xie was also here and spoke while sweating profusely.
“Grandpa, why don’t you forget it, it’s just a few portraits of the Buddha Statue.” A young man who was standing next to him advised.
“No, I must definitely get a Buddha Statue back to the museum.” Old Xie seemed determined to win.
“Boss, why don’t you go back and rest over there, I’ll stand in line here for you.” A young man dressed as a bodyguard in a suit and leather shoes spoke.
“I have to see it with my own eyes to make an estimate.” Boss Wu shook his head as he replied to the young man.
He saw the photos posted on the Internet, and he already knew that the nine new portraits of the Vidyārāja Buddha Statues were all extraordinary.
But the photos were just photos and they cannot really capture the feeling given by an original drawing so he wanted to see them for himself.
Originally, he was still preparing to take the Original Drawing of Prajñā Meditation Sutra, but Su Jing refused to sell it under any condition. Now Su Jing suddenly revealed nine Vidyārāja Buddha Statues Portraits that were not much different from each other.
This made him move, and he sighed in his heart while thinking, ‘what exactly happened to Su Jing? How many treasures does he have?’
He is determined to get one of these nine Buddha portraits, and his ambition is so great that he even thought about buying all the nine Buddha portraits and taking them home.
However, he also knew that buying all nine wouldn’t be that easy, so he thought about securing one or two pictures first, and doing the rest as much as possible.
At the same time, there were various collectors hidden in the crowd. Some of them looked ordinary and kept a low profile, but they were actually rich big bosses. In their hearts, they were all estimating the price of the Vidyārāja Buddha portraits.
They queued up and saw the price below the nine Buddha portraits and they were more or less surprised.
Because the price had increased during the last two days and it was much higher than they expected, so they had to adjust the reserve price in their hearts and wrote down their price and name.
The day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye and a scholarly middle-aged man and a handsome young man appeared in the long queue in the evening.
“We purposely waited till evening to come here but our number still hadn’t come, why are there so many people.” The handsome young man said with a depressed expression on his face.
“It’s our mistake, the temple closes at 6:30. If our turn didn’t come today then we would have wasted our time in vain.” The scholarly-looking middle-aged man shook his head as he spoke with a helpless expression on his face.
However, both of them are only feeling a little regretful for the time they have wasted and they are not as anxious as ordinary people, and they still look more leisurely and calm compared to others.
These two people are Bei Jiahao and his father. Bei Jiahao has been involved with Buddhism for many years and he has been deeply influenced by their teachings since he was a child.
Not to mention other things, just his self-cultivation is not something that ordinary people would be able to compare themselves with.
Even Bei Jiahao’s Ancient Zither tunes are deeply influenced by Buddhist thoughts and have a transcendent artistic conception that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and his music is deeply loved.
Some time ago, when the Prajñā Meditation Sutra Buddha Statue came out, it alarmed them. Unfortunately, the Buddha Statue was sold for a sky-high price in the blink of an eye and they had to give it up.
Now, nine portraits of the Buddha Statue have come out, and they were once again excited and they planned to get one.
“I heard that the price of Buddha Portraits was raised to more than 3 million on the day they were listed. I don’t know how much it is now.” Bei Jiahao said.
“If we want to invite the Buddha into our home then we must first visit the Buddha. After we visit, we will look at the price.” Mr. Bei said and Bei Jiahao nodded in agreement.
Finally, they lined up to enter the Vidyārāja Hall. It was almost 6:30 and no one would get in after them. After they offered incense to the ten Vidyārāja and worshiped the Buddha, they carefully looked at the prices below and their eyes widened at the first glance.
“Am I seeing things? How could the price be so high.” Bei Jiahao was stunned.
“I’ll be dammed, are they planning to bury this temple with money.” Mr. Bei, who was very self-absorbed, almost cursed in his heart.
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