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There are two flowers, one on each branch.

While the Taoist priests were studying the orb, Wang Guan and the others, under the guidance of Zhang Qing, bypassed several palaces, gradually entered the interior of the Taoist temple, and then came to a relatively remote building.

Wang Guan looked carefully and found that the building seemed to be an attic. However, it is an attic made of reinforced concrete, so it looks unremarkable, but if you look closely, you will see that the attic has no windows. The three-story attic building does not even have a single window, only the first floor has a doorway.

At this time, Zhang Qing took out a few keys to open this tight door, four or five layers of security doors, and finally entered the password. All in all, the protective measures in this attic are in place, and even if the average thief can sneak to the side, it is estimated that he will not be able to break through so many steel doors. And as soon as there was any noise, there were Taoist priests on duty nearby, rushing in all directions, directly catching turtles in the urn.

Of course, no matter how powerful the security door is, it has nothing to do with Wang Guan. He is here to pick things now, but he doesn't want to step on the terrain and plan to be a gentleman on the beam.

Seeing Zhang Qing open the steel door, Wang Guan was also polite, first politely let Zhang Lao in, and then followed behind.

Although there is no window in the attic, there are ventilation holes, so it does not look stuffy. In addition, many electric lights have been installed. The lights are turned on, and the interior space is very bright, so you don't have to worry about not seeing clearly.

After entering, Wang Guan felt as if he had come to the library, only to see that there were more than 20 rows of bookshelves here, and each row of bookshelves was full of books. At a glance, he was sure that the bookshelf should be a Taoist classic.

Or some people think that there are not many Taoist classics, and the more famous one is just a Tao Te Ching. In fact, this is a misconception, as Taoism has a much longer history as a native religion. The accumulation of thousands of years is certainly more than Buddhism, which was introduced to China from the Eastern Han Dynasty. Anyway, there are so many Taoist classics, and it is not too much to describe them as full of sweat cows and vast as a sea of smoke.

"This is the Scripture Pavilion, not a treasure house, right?" However, Wang Guan did not come to study Taoist ideological works now, and when he saw the books piled up in the attic, he immediately frowned.

"For Longhu Mountain, these are rare treasures." Zhang Qing said seriously, although modern people's understanding of Taoism is becoming more and more superficial, but as an orthodox Taoist. There are still people who are willing to seriously study this science.

In fact, think about it, a sect that can be passed down for thousands of years. If it is simply to summon believers to burn incense and worship God, but it has no connotation, it is estimated that it will have disappeared in the long river of history. However, if we only care about the poor scriptures and do not go deep into the folk preaching, there will certainly be no future.

In other words, theory and practice are indispensable, and the combination of the two can make religion endure.

But. Wang Guan didn't feel so much, and when he heard Zhang Qing's words, he felt that he was fooling himself, so he was naturally a little dissatisfied. It's just that he didn't blame Zhang Qing. Instead, he turned his head and complained: "Old Zhang, the treasures you said are these books?" This is a bit different from what you described. ”

"What's the hurry?"

At the right time, Zhang Lao smiled and said: "The attic has three floors. That's the first layer, and the real goodies are on top. ”

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up." Wang Guan urged. After bypassing a row of bookshelves, I immediately saw a staircase leading to the second floor.

After a while, several people went up to the second floor, and Wang Guan was immediately amazed. If the first floor is a library, then the second floor is a warehouse for miscellaneous items. In the very spacious space, there are many objects on display.

Of course, according to Taoist terminology, these things should be called ritual instruments. There are tokens, seals, flags, bells, horns, bells, leather drums, banners, altar cloths, etc., plus swords, rulers, sticks and weapons, constituting a sundry warehouse in the eyes of Wang Guan.

At a glance, there are a lot of dazzling things, and everything is not the same at all. Taking the French seal as an example, there are various materials of gold, silver, copper, iron, wood and jade, and the shape is generally square, but there is no unified regulation for thick and flat.

Among them, due to the different inscriptions, they also have their own functions, such as applying to the heavens, sending letters and sending texts, summoning ghosts and gods, channeling saints and spirits, exorcising evil spirits and curing diseases, nourishing and protecting the body, and so on. Anyway, in a row of glass counters, there were about hundreds of large and small seals, which dazzled Wang and was somewhat amazed.

"It's a treasure trove."

Seeing these magic weapons, Fang Mingsheng, who came with him, had a pilgrimage mentality.

"Elder Zhang." Wang Guan didn't believe in religion, so he quickly settled down, observed carefully for a moment, and suddenly said softly: "Most of these things are new." ”

"Well, it's new."

Zhang Lao nodded and said, "Of course, the so-called new is also relatively speaking. Some of them have been used for twenty or thirty years, and some of them have only been made a few years ago. But no matter what, the ritual utensils here are carefully made, and after the altar is opened and chanted, they are eligible to be stored here. ”

Hearing this, Wang Guan didn't have any special feelings, but Fang Mingsheng was different. As a shrewd businessman, he naturally knows the truth of keeping good things for himself.

"Daochang Zhang, you are too much, leave the high-quality products, and give away the bad ones, how can you treat the pious believers like this......" At a moment, Fang Mingsheng immediately grabbed Zhang Qing and strongly condemned him for this selfish behavior.

"Fang Jushi."

At this time, Zhang Qing smiled helplessly and explained: "This is the inheritance of the Heavenly Master's Mansion and the model of the magic weapon, so it is not easy to disclose it to the public, so please forgive me." ”

"Let me forgive me." Fang Mingsheng smiled: "But ......"

"Understood."

Zhang Qingwei sighed: "If you fancy something, you can also ask one to go back." ”

"Then ...... But it's disrespectful. ”

Fang Mingsheng was satisfied and let go, and then he also began to pick his eyes.

The emperor's order, dare to disobey, inch cut fractal, domineering side leakage, at a glance, you know that it is a rare treasure. The five thunders cut the ghost seal, summoned the five thunders, and made the thunder control evil and suppress the evil, and it was the magic weapon of the house. In addition, there are lightning struck mahogany swords, canopy rulers, and ghost torture sticks......

There are many magic weapons, with different functions, or town houses, or blessings, or exorcism, or regulating aura, and all of them are high-quality products, making it difficult for Fang Mingsheng to choose, and he is in a dilemma, and he can't move them all home.

While Fang Mingsheng was distressed and entangled, Wang Guan and Zhang Lao went to the third floor of the attic.

After all, Wang Guan also said first, don't have anything to do with Taoism, then no matter how exquisite these magic weapons are, he won't touch them. Besides, he didn't think these things were so good, even if Zhang Qing gave them to him, he might not want them.

Fang Mingsheng regarded it as a treasure, but Wang Guan disdained it. This is due to the fact that there are different standpoints, different concepts of looking at things, and it is not possible to talk about which is higher or lower.

After a while, Wang Guan and Zhang Lao went up to the third floor, which was their paradise.

"Don't say that the old man cheated on you."

At this time, Zhang Lao laughed softly: "The calligraphy and painting of celebrities in the past dynasties, the works of famous artists in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, everything is here. As for what you like, you'll have to pick it yourself, and I'm not going to help you. ”

"You don't have to worry about that." Wang Guan said confidently: "When you come here, you will never return empty-handed, and you will take the best things with you." ”

"Okay, then you can take your time." Zhang Lao smiled, probably a frequent visit, very familiar with this place, so he walked directly to a counter, where there was what he wanted.

In contrast, Wang Guan suffered a little. Unlike the first and second floors, the third floor is more restrained. Things are to be collected, not put away. Plenty of space, with boxes, with cabinets. However, the cabinets are closed, so that it is impossible to see what is inside.

After Wang Guan looked around, he immediately learned from Zhang Lao and walked towards the nearest cabinet next to him. The cabinet was unlocked, it could be opened, and he saw the neatly arranged scrolls.

Wang Guan picked up a scroll casually, untied the tie with his hand, spread it out in half, and saw the inscription on the frontispiece, and immediately knew that this was the work of Dong Qichang, a great painter of the Ming Dynasty. However, whether it is genuine, imitation, or fake, needs to be carefully identified.

In the history of calligraphy and painting, Dong Qichang is known as a chaotic Dong. The main reason is that this person has too many fakes, and in addition to his own works, as well as other people's counterfeit works, there are also works that he has ghostwritten.

You must know that putting aside the issue of character, Dong Qichang has a very high status in the history of calligraphy and painting, and when it comes to calligraphy and painting in the Ming Dynasty, he must be inseparable from him. At that time, he was not a famous calligrapher and painter, and there was an endless stream of people who came to ask for words and paintings. Dong Qichang was tired of coping and working very hard, so he naturally had to hire someone to write for him.

Speaking of ghostwriting, it was very popular in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and no one thought there was anything wrong. After all, it's just a work for entertainment, and everyone's requirements are not high, as long as there are five or six points similar, and the style is real, then you will be satisfied.

Of course, generally speaking, only masters of calligraphy and painting have such ghostwriting behavior, so to a certain extent, whether there is a ghostwriting work or not is also a criterion for judging whether that person is a famous artist.

Speaking of which, Dong Qichang is also a very diligent calligrapher and painter, and he has many works. The works created by himself, copied the works of famous artists of the past dynasties, the ghostwriting works of the house, the works copied by later generations, and the fakes and so on. Such calligraphy and calligraphy have been handed down, which can be described as a mixture of fish and dragons, making it difficult to distinguish between real and false, so it is known as Chaodong.

If it is a genuine masterpiece painting, then it must be worth tens of millions, if it is an imitation, then the price will shrink by more than half, and tens of millions are considered good. As for fakes, a few hundred yuan, after all, it also costs to make fakes.

"How's it going, do you like this painting?"

At the same time, Qian Lao Youyou walked over and asked curiously, "Whose work?" ”

"Dong Qichang."

Wang Guan groaned: "But it looks like an imitation." ”

"Is there any basis for this?" Zhang Lao looked at it with interest, maybe he had already seen this painting and knew the details of it, but he still planned to ask about it. (To be continued......)