After leaving the compound and getting in the car and leaving here, Professor Wang began to complain about him.

It turns out that although Mr. Ma is a veteran antique player, he has also participated in some speculative businesses in the early days, and Professor Wang is not sure about the kind of behavior like a ghost blowing the lamp.

However, a person can have so many collections, and he knows that it is not a simple commodity to think about it with his toes.

"So, just now you were afraid that he would find that place and destroy the tomb of this high monk?"

Professor Wang nodded nondeniably.

"But in the end, I still couldn't stop you, forget it, go back, it's just my worry now, it's uncertain whether Lao Ma will send someone there." ”

Lu Yunfan suddenly felt like he had caused a big disaster, and he also provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked.

And just now, he saw Mr. Ma and Hu Jinrong together, what are they talking about? This is impossible to know, but if he can be mixed with Hu Jinrong, it is expected that this Mr. Ma is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp.

But what he didn't expect was that when evening came, he received a call from Mr. Ma.

This phone call made him feel more and more unusual, and he wanted to call to ask Professor Wang's opinion, but he vaguely seemed to feel that Professor Wang was not the most credible person.

Mr. Ma helped him, even if he had some purpose of his own, it was understandable, so he decided to go and meet this Mr. Ma himself.

Taking the iron man with them, they drove to this private collection again, this place is deserted, there are not even street lights, only a few small dim lamps lit on their own walls, I don't know what the purpose of their setting is this, but these few small lights make the whole compound look solemn, people dare not approach.

Led by a security guard, they again came to the atrium of the morning's conversation, where Mr. Ma was already seated, listening to the opera on the radio with his eyes closed, as if enjoying the feeling of a landlord's house in feudal times.

"Mr. Ma, they've arrived!"

The security guard called softly, Mr. Ma slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand slightly, and the security guard stepped forward to turn off the radio, and then turned around and walked out.

The small courtyard was already extremely quiet, and none of them spoke at the moment, which added an eerie atmosphere to this quiet environment, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats and breathing.

Lu Yunfan didn't know if this old man had such a keen sense, but he had already noticed that his heartbeat was like a drumbeat.

Mr. Ma slowly closed his eyes again, as if he didn't notice the existence of Lu Yunfan and Tie Han at all, or maybe the lofty posture completely ignored the two of them.

They don't let them sit and don't say anything, even if they are humble, it's a bit too contemptuous.

Lu Yunfan frowned, and waved his hand at Tie Han, "You go and wait for me outside the door!"

After Tie Han left, Lu Yunfan sat down, picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea, but he didn't dare to drink it.

"Mr. Ma, didn't you say that you have already contacted someone to invite the Buddha?"

"Lu Yunfan, are you in a hurry?" Mr. Ma still hadn't opened his eyes, but his voice was not as soft as his current state.

"Hey, so Mr. Ma still remembers my name?"

Lu Yunfan's question, Mr. Ma did not continue to answer, but took a deep breath, slowly spit it out, slapped the handle of the chair, stood up violently, and suddenly punched the air in front of him a few times, the shot was fast, like thunder, and the pace was steady, like a stake, which really scared Lu Yunfan.

"My name is Ma Xiangheng, and I am a little famous in the circle of antique collecting, although many people seem to respect me, but who is not a ghost, some people can see it, some people can't see it. But in any case, it's all fake! I haven't felt the so-called honesty for a long time. ”

Lu Yunfan didn't know what he meant, so he frowned and didn't answer.

Mr. Ma continued: "Wang Luming, a master in the field of biology, has no integration with my circle, if I insist on saying that it is related, I am afraid that the person he offended is related to me." ”

"Mr. Ma is referring to Hu Jinrong, who came to visit during the day, right?"

Ma Xiangheng walked to his side with a smile, picked up the cup of tea on the table, handed it to Lu Yunfan with his own hands, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hehe, young man, you have come into contact with a world that you should not have touched, and I called you tonight to talk to you about the story of a tree. ”

"Tree, what tree?" Lu Yunfan was slightly startled, he was about to set off in two days, and the purpose of his trip was about a kind of plant, that is, those small saplings that grew on the cliff, why such small saplings were so soft and hard, he had always been puzzled.

And after returning to the capital, he deliberately checked a lot of information, but he never found any woody plant information similar to this plant.

"The worldview of the Buddha Shakyamuni has incorporated too many self-centered thoughts, so in the evolution of thought, some people will question, and the tone of this questioning is to overthrow a great faultless thought. ”

"The heart of a Buddha is clear in heaven and earth, but how can the heart of a Buddha be clear in heaven and earth?

Lu Yunfan pursed his lips, how could he understand, he didn't understand the Dharma, how could he understand his words except in the clouds, like listening to a monkey play?

"It seems that you don't understand, so I'll put it simply. ”

Lu Yunfan shrugged his shoulders and said secretly: It should have been said simply, if Lao Tzu could understand your nonsense, Lao Tzu would have become a Buddha a long time ago, maybe he could leave some relics for future generations when he died, which is also a huge property, and he will not prevent the children from exchanging him for money.

"There was a man who studied a calculation method, which was a multiplication formula, and this algorithm became the truth, and the whole country used it, and everyone unconditionally believed that it was correct. ”

"Isn't it?" Lu Yunfan asked rhetorically.

Ma Xiangheng laughed and said: "If you think that the theorem is irreversible, then you will always only learn, not explore!"

Lu Yunfan was really a little confused, of course he understood this truth, but what does this have to do with the story of a tree? However, he understood the meaning of what Ma Xiangheng just said, even if the Dharma spreads to the whole world, it is not a theorem at all, as long as someone questions it, it will overturn those Dharmas.

Of course, this is only angular linear thinking, and real thinking will not have such rigid calculation formulas, so they can debate, they can divide the highs and lows, but they will not win or lose.

"Thank you Mr. Ma for your advice, but I still don't understand, what does it have to do with what you told me about the story of a tree?"

"This tree is called Nagarjuna, and I won't tell you more about the story of Nagarjuna, and I'm sure you will be able to find out all the information about it. What I want to tell you is that Nagarjuna may not only be a legend, but it may also be real. ”

Lu Yunfan's brows shrank tighter and tighter, Ma Xiangheng's words seemed to have clearly pointed out a direction for him, that kind of incomparably hard plant actually only existed in legends, so he couldn't find any information related to it.

"I wonder if Mr. Ma can go into more detail, what kind of plant is this dragon tree, what characteristics does it have, and what is the story?"

Ma smiled at Henghan and sat back in his chair.

"Some people say that Nagarjuna is the Bodhi tree, which was broken by Nagarjuna Bodhisattva in the Bodhi tree that Shakyamuni Buddha had an epiphany, and grew under his careful cultivation. But the tree's affection for Nagarjuna was so deep that after Nagarjuna killed himself, the tree gradually withered and disappeared into the world. His disciples were grateful for their teacher's kindness and named the tree after Nagarjuna. ”

Lu Yunfan said: "I see, then since this is the case, why does Nagarjuna still exist?"

Whether trees can practice Buddhism or not, of course, will not be recognized in modern scientific cognition, so Nagarjuna's burial is also not credible, and this fallacy has slowly become a legend, but Nagarjuna's disciples still follow this habit of Nagarjuna's burial. ”

"You mean that Nagarjuna's disciples plant Nagarjuna wherever they go so that they can be buried with Nagarjuna after their death?"

Although this incredible theory comes from a legend, it seems to make perfect sense in what Lu Yunfan has seen and heard, just like the hard wooden Buddha and the wooden blocks in the maze.

But who built these things, and how did the ancient people cut through the wood, which was so hard that they could not cut it with a knife?

All of this puzzled him, and he was even curious about how Ma Xiangheng learned about these secrets.

"These rumors, you will slowly understand in the future, the story of Nagarjuna ends here, I think you are also interested in me at this moment, I might as well also tell you, I have never participated in any illegal tomb robbery, I started with wood, and the rumors about Nagarjuna are also because of some ancient wood texts. ”

Ma Xiangheng pointed to the furniture in the central hall, which was basically all kinds of antique wood, and there were almost no metal products and modern things.

Lu Yunfan stood up and took a closer look again, once again smacking his tongue at the complicated collections here.

"Xiao Lu, you come with me, I'll show you something. ”

Ma Xiangheng also stood up and walked towards the back door on the right side of the atrium, and Lu Yunfan followed.