When the last item is auctioned off, the host walked up.

"Today's auction was very successful, and no item failed to be sold."

"The total auction price of the items donated by the Taoist sect is 14.2 million."

"The Wanli Charity Foundation donated items, the auction price is 6.03 million."

Only six million.

Chen Yang felt that this was too little.

But there is nothing to do about this.

Take out something from the Taoist sect, even if it is a stone that is useless, Jian Dongsheng and the others can buy it for a price of one million.

They don't use money as money.

And it is purely in this way to show goodwill to the Taoist sect.

Meng Xiunan provides a lot of items, but basically they can't afford high prices.

"Write a piece of writing back and let them sell it."

Chen Yang thought so in his heart.

"The purpose of organizing this charity auction today is to raise donations for fellow Taoists in Malay."

Nanya suddenly stood up from the seat, walked to the stage, waved his hand, and asked the host to go down.

He looked down, picked up the wooden box he was carrying casually, and said, "This is a 200-year-old Changbai Mountain wild ginseng, a fifth-grade leaf."

"Today, I'll take it out and raise money for my fellow disciples."

Is it old ginseng again?

Chen Yang was a little speechless. This Nanya, is it a professional ginseng picker?

Everyone participating in the charity auction was shining.

Two hundred years, fifth-grade leaves.

This is a treasure.

Nanya placed the wooden box on the table, looked at Chen Yang at the same time, and said with a laugh: "Abbot Xuanyang, how about my wild ginseng compared to your dragon treasure?"

Chen Yang pretended not to hear it.

The next second, someone shouted for a price.

"Ten million!" Uncle Lu shouted without hesitation.

The others shook their heads.

Ten million, the price is obviously higher.

If you can only get two or three million to death, you can only get it. If you spend ten million, you will either be stupid or give it a slap.

"Nanya real person."

The abbot of Lingweiguan, Master Yunxiao stood up and walked up, took off a jade pendant from his waist, and a hint of heartache flashed in his eyes.

"This is a talisman that ordinary people wear, which can protect peace. People who practice practice can be quiet. If there is a cool breeze in summer, they will not be invaded by the cold air in winter."

"Although it's not a good thing, it's also with me for half my life."
Chapter completed!