The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

89: Chapter 89 A Pure Gold Celestial Globe Vase with Lotus Scroll Design, Yongzheng Period (Qing Dynasty)”Yes.”

Han Jingyang nodded ”Yes” without hesitation.

There was nothing to hesitate about at this moment.

Even if the appraisal couldn’t change the nature of this vase, it would definitely give me a clearer understanding of it.

At the very least, it would let me know the vase’s attributes.

Once I see the attributes, I can prescribe the right medicine.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t even know how to handle it.

Besides, any item I have appraised can be controlled by me.

The next second.

The appraisal results appeared.

Han Jingyang’s eyes widened.

So high-grade?

Impressive!

No wonder it could create such a large Ghost Wall.

The effect was even stronger than the Ghost Wall in common folklore.

If I didn’t have two decent defensive items, I would still be trapped right now.

However, it’s mine now.

No matter who the owner of this vase is, they shouldn’t even think about taking it back now.

”Name: Qing Yongzheng Pure Gold Chased Lotus Pattern Celestial Sphere Vase.”

”Grade: Fourth Grade.”

”Attribute: Bewitchment +12.”

”Skill: Set Up Confusing Soul Formation.”

Fourth Grade.

A good item, second only to the Zhenwu Emperor statue.

The attributes even added 12 points.

Not to mention the skill; it couldn’t be more descriptive.

Hmm, ”Set Up Confusing Soul Formation” is even an idiom.

It’s descriptive enough.

And specific enough.

There’s no exaggeration; it really can set up a Confusing Soul Formation.

And it’s the kind that ordinary people can’t break.

If combined with other attacks, it could be called a divine artifact.

It might be a bit lacking against someone like the monk Kongyun, but against ordinary people, it couldn’t be sharper. Once the Confusing Soul Formation is set, one can advance to attack and retreat to defend; whoever comes will be confused.

Good stuff.

Moreover, this vase is crafted from pure gold and is from the Yongzheng Emperor period, so its inherent collection value is quite high. I dare not say too much, but selling it for seven or eight hundred thousand is no problem.

Not counting the vase’s craftsmanship and historical value, just this big chunk of pure gold is worth three or four hundred thousand.

I made a profit!

After his initial wild joy, Han Jingyang held the vase high and tried to control it.

A thought flashed through his mind.

The evil energy that had been about to disperse seemed to hear a command; like the Yellow River flowing into the sea, it surged toward the mouth of the vase and quickly drilled into it.

In just a few breaths, the black energy that had been churning ceaselessly all returned to the celestial sphere vase.

The area around Tongtong’s villa immediately became much clearer.

The feng shui formation inside the villa returned to normal, and the aura expanded, covering both the front and back yards within the simple feng shui formation he had set up.

Although there was still black energy shrouding the sky above the villa, that energy was naturally generated. The reasons were complex, and it was different from the energy just collected into the vase. It wasn’t as directly harmful or clear-cut; it was more like the natural accumulation that occurs when fortune declines.

The difference is significant.

But it’s not easy to deal with.

It’s not easy to dispel; one must change Tongtong’s fortune at the root, otherwise, even if dispelled, it would re-accumulate.

It’s very complicated.

I’ll have to study and research more in the future.

Han Jingyang put away the vase and waved at Xu Xin: ”Old Xu, you can come over now.”

Xu Xin then walked into the villa area, tested it, and turned back to wave at the older girl operating the drone: ”Jingyun, come over. Let me introduce you; this is Mr. Han Jingyang, the Mr. Han I told you about.”

Then he said to Han Jingyang: ”Little Han, this is my daughter, Xu Jingyun. ’Jing’ as in quiet, ’Yun’ as in all living things.”

Han Jingyang quickly thanked her: ”Thank you, little sister. You’ve been a huge help.”

Xu Jingyun chuckled: ”Calling my dad ’brother’ and then calling me ’little sister’ isn’t appropriate, is it?”

”We’ll just count them separately; it’s fine.”

”It’s weird.”

”We can talk about that later,” Han Jingyang also thanked Xu Xin solemnly: ”Old Xu, we can chat later. Saving people is urgent right now. Where is my shop assistant?”

”In the car,” Xu Xin’s expression also gradually became serious: ”Little brother, I checked briefly on the way here. The situation isn’t very good; both her breathing and heartbeat are slowly weakening.”

Han Jingyang rushed to the car, opened the door, and saw Liu Jing lying quietly in the back seat.

Her face was calm, as if she were asleep.

But her breathing was very weak, obviously slower than a normal person’s breathing rate.

Her chest was barely rising and falling.

Damn it!

Don’t let me catch you!

If I catch you, I will definitely tear you to pieces!

Thinking this, he turned around, carried Liu Jing on his back, and rushed into the villa.

Xu Jingyun was shocked: ”Hey, shouldn’t you rush her to the hospital?”

Xu Xin held his daughter back and whispered: ”Going to the hospital is useless, and his methods are brilliant, his strength unfathomable; perhaps he has a good solution.”

”But you also said that curses are the most insidious things. Once hit, there’s almost no solution. Even the caster themselves can’t undo it. On the contrary, modern medicine might have miraculous effects.”

”That only applies to some situations. Besides, when it comes to saving people, I don’t think anyone in Quancheng is better than him.”

”What do you mean? Isn’t he a Feng Shui Master? Can he also save people?”

”You just came back from vacation, so you don’t know how impressive he is. His most famous feat was using a dharma instrument he personally Consecrated to save two elderly women who were on the verge of death. One was from natural aging, the other from a cerebral hemorrhage. As a result, they are both living well now, and when they went to the hospital for checkups, they were unbelievably healthy.”

”Really? I can understand the cerebral hemorrhage, but he can save someone on the verge of death from natural aging?”

”I also find it incredible, but the facts are there; you have to believe it. You don’t know, but for the past few days, the entire medical system in Quancheng has been discussing this matter; it’s just not convenient to talk about it publicly.”

”Then can he break a curse?”

”Not sure, but if anyone can break it, it’s him,” Xu Xin waved: ”Hurry up, follow him, broaden your horizons, and cure your bad habit of being arrogant, thinking that just because you’ve learned a few amateur tricks, you don’t take anyone seriously.”

”I don’t...”

Inside the villa.

Tongtong saw the unconscious Liu Jing and was shocked: ”What’s wrong with her?”

”She was plotted against,” Han Jingyang looked at the items in his hands and around him, took the dragon plaque from his neck and put it on Liu Jing, then moved Liu Jing’s body in front of the guanyin statue, and directly activated the skill attached to the guanyin statue, ”Buddhas Light Illuminating All.”

It must work.

”Buddhas Light Illuminating All,” it can’t just be a lighting spell, right?

No!

Absolutely not!

It is, and it must be, a healing-oriented skill.

That would be reasonable.

Otherwise, otherwise I’ll smash this broken guanyin statue.

Han Jingyang stared fixedly at the guanyin statue on the simple altar table made of a pile of boards and bricks.

This gilded copper guanyin statue had a very graceful shape with a strong sense of lines.

Most of the gilding had peeled off, and the surface was mottled, but it added a touch of classical elegance.

Guanyin Bodhisattva stood on the lotus pedestal in a three-bend posture, the right hand hanging down holding a nectar vase, the left hand holding a willow branch, raised in a sprinkling gesture. The figure was moving, the expression serene, and the whole body was filled with an aura of peace.

Under Han Jingyang’s nervous gaze.

A faint light suddenly emerged from the tip of the willow branch in Guanyin’s left hand.

It was golden.

Very weak.

Like a faint lamp flame.

But within a few breaths, the faint golden light slowly expanded, forming a golden ball of light the size of a basketball, and shone rays of golden light.

The golden light was fine and soft.

Like the drizzle of early spring.

And like the warm sun in winter.

It sprinkled finely and densely onto everyone present.