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These old wooden boards are a set of scriptures, as if they are wooden splints, Mo Ye looked at them carefully, and found that there were pictures on them.

It is carved with Buddha statues, elephants, horses, lotus flowers, etc., and the six-character mantra pattern is pressed on the leather strap, which seems to be a wooden plywood to protect the scroll.

opened the strap, took out a booklet from it, and put the rest into the space, Mo Xie opened it to check, and the text inside was not Chinese characters, but Sanskrit.

If it weren't for the two Chinese characters of the Vedas on the cover, Mo Xie would not have recognized the Vedas.

"Huh? This is a square pleated book, where did the young man get it? "Mo Ye had just finished this Buddhist scripture when he heard someone ask.

As soon as I looked up, I saw an old man, who looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, this place was the entrance to Panjiayuan, and it was not strange that a knowledgeable person appeared.

"Just bought it from the market." Mo Xie also has nothing to hide, so he said directly, he doesn't believe in Buddhism, nor does he study the Asan culture, so even if he encounters the Vedas from 1,200 years ago, he won't collect them.

"Can I take a look?" Perhaps seeing Mo Ye's hesitation, the old man said again: "This book is in the form of a book-picking book with the leaves folded in half, each half of the leaf is slightly square, which is relatively rare in Buddhist scriptures. ”

Looking at the smiling old man, Mo Xie handed him the Buddhist scriptures, anyway, there are eight such Buddhist scriptures in total, and it is nothing to show him one.

"This is indeed a square pleated book, but there are generally wooden plywoods for protection, but unfortunately there is no wooden plywood protection, but fortunately it is still well preserved." The old man looked at the general pity and said.

However, just for a moment, the old man laughed: "Ancient scriptures, most of the splints are made of sandalwood, and the embossed straps are very special, I have walked through three or four hundred temples, I have never seen it, and it is normal if you can't meet it, but it's a pity that it's not a set, otherwise the value will be high, I don't know if you sell it?" I'd love to take it back and study it. ”

Mo Ye was a little speechless, saying so much was originally to smash the price, but he didn't sell it, so Mo Ye shook his head directly, and then took the scripture back from the old man's hand.

Looking at the reluctant old man, Mo Ye would not sell it, he had not yet studied and understood the value of this set of scriptures, so naturally he would not sell it.

"Such a book has at least eight or ten books in a set, and the value of a single book is not very high." The old man said again.

Mo Ye still shook his head, even if he wanted to sell it, he had to figure out the value.

"The Vedas are still widely circulated in the country, but the translated name is not called the Vedas, but "Song of the Ming Sutra", which is the first of the four Vedas, in the history of the Ayasan, this is a huge work, so there are many people who study it, and there are many versions that have been handed down, this is a fragment, too bad, if it is not a Sanskrit manuscript, I am not too interested, if you make a shot, I will give you 5,000 yuan."

Mo Ye was stunned and said, "Five thousand? It's only worth more than two meals of corn, but forget it, it's not bad for this money. ”

This amount of money is too small to have no value in selling, if so, it is better to keep it for yourself, after all, this is an ancient book that has been handed down more than 1,200 years ago.

"I really don't lie to you, the value of ancient books is not high, you are a fragment, it is already very good to sell for 5,000, I really can't add more? Who told me to study this! The old man said a little helplessly.

"If it's a whole set of eight rolls, how much is it worth? It won't be worth just 40,000 yuan, right? Mo Ye said suddenly.

"You have eight volumes? If it's really eight volumes, the price is high, at least 100,000 can be sold, and if you have a whole set, I'll pay 100,000. When the old man heard this, he was excited.

Mo Ye looked at the old man with disdain, this old man wanted to pick up the leak in him?

didn't want to deal with this old man, Mo Xie took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call, but at this time Mo Xie thought that he didn't seem to have Zhang Xiushui's phone, and he hadn't seen Zhang Xiushui use his mobile phone.

"This kid wouldn't have a cell phone, would he?" Mo Xie can't help but think about it, if he really doesn't even have a mobile phone, then how difficult is Zhang Xiushui's family?

You know, it is a very incredible thing that young people in modern society do not have a mobile phone.

"Young man, young man, are you still a student? With 100,000 yuan, you don't have to rely on your parents, you can do whatever you want. The old man's face became a little ugly when he saw that Mo Xie ignored him.

Mo Xie looked at the angry old man and said, "I just have this Buddhist scripture, and I don't want to sell it, so old man, you should go and busy with your own affairs, I'll wait for someone here." ”

The old man's face changed, and he said, "What price do you want?" Let's say it first, it must be a complete set, and a single copy can't be sold at a price. ”

"Old man, I really don't sell it, this is my family heirloom, and if I sell it, my grandfather will kill me." Mo Xie was so annoyed that he could only shirk it.

The old man was speechless, he just said that he bought it from the market, and now it has become a family heirloom?

"150,000, that's the highest price I can give." The old man gritted his teeth, eager to gnaw on Mo Ye.

Mo Ye's face also changed: "Old man, you can't understand people's words?" I don't sell, I don't sell, do you understand? What do you mean by such a bitter and bitter look? It is said that buying and selling is not benevolent, you are also a reader, right? I didn't sell this to you, and it attracted hatred? ”

After speaking, Mo Xie directly turned his face and stopped looking at the old man, what price he said, now he looks so contrived, who will show it?

"Young man, don't be too greedy, I don't know the psychology of you young people, don't you just want to come here to Taobao to pick up leaks? Now that you've picked it up, how can you not want to sell it? Don't like me for the low price? The old man's face changed a few times, and finally he calmed down before he spoke.

Mo Ye hated the old man's entanglement, so he was no longer polite: "Have you heard of Paper Shou for a thousand years?" This book has a history of more than 1,200 years, compared to the Song version of the book, how many Song versions of the book have been preserved?

And how is this manuscript preserved? Not to mention anything else, it's just that this paper can't be bought for hundreds of thousands of yuan, old man, it's cooler over there, don't stand here and get heat stroke. ”

Hearing Mo Ye's words, the old man was directly stunned, he looked at Mo Ye in disbelief, he couldn't figure it out, how could such a young man know this?

Also, what does it mean to let him go over there to cool off? Where to stay cool?

"Zhang Laosan, come over quickly." At this time, Mo Xie happened to see Zhang Xiushui and immediately shouted to greet him.

"Sorry, I couldn't find a taxi." Zhang Xiushui said with an embarrassed face.

"It's okay, my brother has already pulled things away, let's go, let's go back to school." Looking at the old man who came up, Mo Ye immediately pulled Zhang Xiushui and left.

"Young man, I am Song Zhiyue from the Institute of History of Science and Technology and Cultural Heritage of Beijing University of Science and Technology, if you want to sell that scripture, you must find me, and when the time comes, just find Professor Song Zhiyue, who specializes in cultural relics protection, and you must not forget." Seeing that Mo Ye and they were about to run away, the old man shouted.

And hearing the old man's shout, Mo Ye, who was running heartily, almost fell down with a stumble, is this the narrow road of the enemy?

"We at Beijing University of Science and Technology, and the Institute of Cultural Heritage? Professor Song Zhiyue, a cultural relics conservation major? Mo Xie smiled bitterly.

"There really is, but the sense of existence is very small, compared with those compounds of Peking University, it is simply dispensable, what's wrong? What are the professors at our school chasing you for? Zhang Xiushui asked curiously.

"Look, the Buddhist scripture that pad the silver ingots just now, the old man said it was an ancient book, so he had to chase after it." Mo Ye directly handed the Buddhist scripture in his hand to Zhang Xiushui.

"This is Sanskrit?" Zhang Xiushui opened it and saw that the entire folding page was pale green, but the words on it were gold.

"It can't be written in gold dust, can it? Look at the wood or rosewood, this paper is not simple, I seem to have heard of such paper, by the way, this is Tibetan paper, and only in Tibet, will be so devout to copy the Buddhist scriptures, and this Buddhist scripture is still used in Sanskrit, plus Tibetan paper, this must be from the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures. ”

After just reading it for a while, Zhang Xiushui figured out the approximate origin of this Buddhist scripture.

"Tibetan paper? Can Tibetan paper last for thousands of years? Mo Xie asked curiously.

"Of course, because this paper is poisonous! Therefore, it can be preserved for thousands of years, Tibetan paper was produced in the middle of the 7th century AD, using the wolf poison grass that grows at an altitude of more than 4,500 meters as raw material, it has the characteristics of not being afraid of insects and rat bites, not rotting, not changing color, tough texture, not easy to tear, folding resistance, wear-resistant, etc., so it is widely used in the writing and printing of religious classics and government official documents.

A very important reason why the scriptures collected in religious holy places such as Buda @ La Palace and Jokhang Temple can survive thousands of years of wind and rain and are well preserved is because the paper used in these classics is unique to Tibetan areas. Zhang Xiushui said a little excitedly.

"Precious?" Mo Xie asked.

"Of course it's very precious, in Tibet, this is not something that the word precious can express, this is a holy thing." Zhang Xiu Waterway.

"Can the relics be eaten for dinner?" Mo Xie asked.

"Huh?" Zhang Xiushui was choked and speechless.

After a while, Zhang Xiushui said: "This kind of Tibetan paper is made of wolf poison flowers, poisonous, you should be careful, however, there are also advantages, that is, it is stored for a long time, it will not be eaten by insects, and the outline will not be damaged by insects or rats. ”

"So good?" Mo Ye took it and looked at it carefully.

Zhang Xiushui said: "It's really good, you see this paper, the texture is soft, shiny, the ink is not easy to penetrate, the general Tibetan paper has black, blue, green three colors, you are green, and it is a scroll written with gold powder, the price should not be cheap." ”

"How do you know that?" Mo Xie looked at Zhang Xiushui strangely.

Zhang Xiushui smiled bitterly: "My grandfather used to work in a paper factory, and I have learned a lot from what he said. ”

Looking at Zhang Xiushui's appearance, there must be something inside, so Mo Xie didn't want to ask again, just when Mo Xie wanted to change the topic, his mobile phone rang.