Noticing the strange behavior of Elder Zhang and Fang Mingsheng, the curiosity of those nearby immediately ignited. Among those present, several who considered themselves to possess some standing rose and quickly approached.

"Huh, it actually is..."

As these individuals looked down, they too gasped in astonishment, some showing undisguised disbelief. Such a reaction seemed like pouring oil onto a fire, intensifying the onlookers' surging curiosity.

"Never mind what it is, let's go see for ourselves."

With that thought in mind, many surged forward. Their gazes fell upon the piece of white paper held by Wang Guan, and they were greatly startled, as if they had seen a ghost, their expressions frozen in shock. Some even suspected their eyesight was failing them, that they were hallucinating.

The crowd saw with absolute clarity: the light emanating from the Jade Buddha reflected onto the semi-transparent white paper, weaving fine strands of light that outlined a large symbol.

This peculiar symbol was, in fact, not unfamiliar to many. It often appeared in numerous Buddhist temples and monasteries, and to a certain extent, could be considered an emblem of Buddhism.

If the light from the Jade Buddha formed the symbol like this, in ancient times, it would have been deemed a divine miracle.

Thinking of this, it was no wonder everyone was so shocked and lost their composure, falling into a silent stupor, as if incapable of speech.

After a moment, Wang Guan felt his arm growing somewhat weak and it began to tremble involuntarily. As his hand moved, the white paper also swayed, and the light pattern reflected by the Jade Buddha seemed to ripple like water, naturally causing the symbol to dissolve.

Elder Zhang, anxious, immediately sterned his face and commanded, "Don't move."

"Uh..."

Wang Guan froze his arm. However, perhaps the angle was incorrect; while the paper indeed caught the light pattern, it failed to manifest the shape of the .

"Move aside, let me try," Elder Zhang grew impatient, reaching out to gently take the paper and begin manipulating it in front of the Jade Buddha.

Yet, finding the precise angle to reveal the symbol seemed to require a delicate touch. Elder Zhang lacked experience; no matter how he adjusted the paper, the light pattern reflected by the Jade Buddha remained like a tangled mess, failing to form any discernible shape.

After fiddling with it for two minutes, Fang Mingsheng, standing nearby, couldn't bear to watch any longer and politely inquired, "Elder Zhang, perhaps I might have a go?"

"Fine, you try," Elder Zhang readily agreed, handing the paper over to Fang Mingsheng while chuckling self-deprecatingly, "It seems I’m getting old; my hands aren't as nimble as they used to be."

"What are you saying, Elder Zhang, you are very robust..." The people nearby immediately began consoling him with a cacophony of voices, though their attention was fixed on Fang Mingsheng's hands. More accurately, everyone wanted to see the symbol formed by the Jade Buddha’s light reflected on the paper.

However, capturing this light and shadow seemed to be a highly difficult technical feat. After Fang Mingsheng took over, he adjusted up, down, left, and right, maneuvering for several minutes, breaking into a sweat until rivulets ran down his forehead, but ultimately, he failed.

In this era, those who lacked confidence the least, seeing Fang Mingsheng fail, were eager to try. But after their own attempts, they realized the true difficulty involved.

They all felt confident in their positioning, yet the light reflected by the Jade Buddha was entirely beyond their control. A slight deviation in the angle resulted in completely different light patterns on the paper. All sorts of strange and bizarre shapes appeared, but none resembled the expected form, much less the symbol seen earlier.

Subsequently, five or six other people tried, but none succeeded either. At this point, everyone gradually calmed down, quickly recalling the ancient saying that some tasks require specialized expertise.

After a moment of silence, Elder Zhang looked up and asked, "By the way, where did that young man go?"

The crowd suddenly realized and quickly looked around to find Wang Guan, only to discover he had been pushed to the periphery by the throng and had already returned to his seat, holding a cup and sipping his tea.

Seeing this scene, many wore strange expressions, a touch of embarrassment coloring their faces. After all, the situation felt somewhat akin to accepting a favor only to cast the benefactor aside—a kind of ingratitude, turning one's back on someone.

"Young man, this is truly fascinating."

Elder Zhang also felt a bit awkward and couldn't bring himself to ask Wang Guan back to handle the paper. Instead, he praised him, brimming with curiosity, "How did you discover that marvelous symbol?"

"I happened to see it when standing at that specific angle, quite by chance," Wang Guan explained, unable to reveal the truth—that he was using a special ability allowing for 360-degree, zero-blind-spot analysis and observation.

"What great luck."

"It’s not just luck; perception is also crucial. Otherwise, even if you knew this thing existed, you wouldn't be able to see it."

The onlookers murmured their admiration repeatedly, then looked toward Wang Guan, hesitant to speak up.

"Heh heh, you've been discussing for so long, what exactly are you talking about?"

At this moment, Elder Qian spoke up, smiling faintly, "You've piqued my curiosity, and Yi Zhi's as well."

Yi Zhi was the given name of Elder Zhou, Zhou Yizhi—a name rich in classical style, much like the Elder's gentle demeanor. After a warm smile, Elder Zhou also stated, "Would you perhaps allow Brother Lingxi and me to witness it as well?"

As he spoke, Elder Qian and Elder Zhou slowly walked toward the display stand, and the crowd parted to let them pass.

Wang Guan was not the type to let success go to his head. During his exchange with Elder Zhang, he had already risen and was moving toward the stand. He then took a sheet of white paper from Fang Mingsheng's hand and began to carefully align it. In truth, he was secretly deploying his special ability, searching for the most perfectly aligned angle and position.

At this point, no one suspected Wang Guan of posturing; instead, they watched intently, striving to memorize the process.

Familiarity breeds ease: Wang Guan found the precise spot within seconds, extending his arm slightly to suspend the paper. The light from the Jade Buddha flickered, then stabilized, and the symbol reappeared.

In an instant, all chatter ceased, every gaze locked onto the white paper. Through the paper, the shape of the Jade Buddha was still visible, perfectly complemented by the symbol.

For a moment, the expressions of the crowd became complex, stirred by an inexplicable sense of awe. It was not about faith, but rather a pure wonder at witnessing something miraculous.

After a long silence, someone finally sighed, "Ingenious craftsmanship, a work of supernatural skill, truly reaching the pinnacle."

"I still think it might be a coincidence..." someone argued back, though without much conviction.

The collectors present, whether professional or amateur, shared one common trait: extremely strong mental fortitude. They quickly regained their composure, and hearing the brief exchange, each drew their own conclusions.

After a short debate, another person chuckled and summarized, "Whether this anomaly is the crystallized wisdom of ancient master artisans or simply pure coincidence, one thing I know for certain: Boss Fang here is likely about to strike it rich."

"Indeed."

Others awakened to the realization. The Jade Buddha itself was already immensely valuable, but the appearance of this marvelous symbol would undoubtedly double its added worth. If its original value was in the tens of millions, it could now fetch at least one hundred million.

Do not doubt it: even if people on the mainland lacked deep religious sentiment, in Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and across Southeast Asia, there would certainly be many wealthy devotees of Buddhism keenly interested in this Jade Buddha.

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