Chapter 93 Tao Te Ching

The weather was sunny and the sun was very big, baking the world like a stove, Su Ren only stood for a while, and then he felt uncomfortable with the stickiness on his body, and even the soles of his feet were hot.

The little milk cat jumped into the grass next to the sidewalk, looked east and west, sniffed the wet little nose, found a suitable place, raised its long tail, half-squatted there, and after a while, narrowed its blue eyes, and the cat's face showed an expression of enjoyment, and then, a few more brown shit strips appeared under the buttocks.

Turning around and smelling something he had made, he shook his paws, then grabbed Su Ren's trouser leg and crawled to his shoulder.

Su Ren looked disgusted, goosebumps fell to the ground, just after pulling, don't sit on your shoulders when you are old, do you have some simple hygiene knowledge, quickly took out wet wipes from the capital, dragged the tail of the little milk cat, and wiped it a few times at the fecal position.

The little milk cat is very innocent, tilting its head and staring at the blue eyes.

"Aim?"

Panjiayuan people are still prosperous, but carrying the little milk cat all the way, there are more boss shopkeepers who greet Su Ren, and when they speak, everyone is polite, with a little awe in their eyes, and a little more careful in their words.

Overnight success is nothing more than that, although not a good reputation!

Thinking of the fearful and hateful eyes of the Hong family when they left last night, Su Ren knew that this matter was definitely not over, but the soldiers would block the water and cover the earth, although Su Ren would not cause trouble, but he was never afraid of things, if it wasn't for the fear that the impact would be bad, it would be really annoying, hehe······ When the time comes, they will look good!

The door of the Duobao Pavilion was still closed, not even the girl reading the book, Su Ren continued to wander around, looking at the antique items on the various stalls to see if there were any things that could be missed.

I didn't go far, and I happened to see the hot-tempered shopkeeper Qiu, who was standing in front of his store with a stern and serious old face, facing the dazzling sunlight, holding a beige ancient custom book and flipping back and forth.

"Shopkeeper Qiu, you are ······"

"Su boy?."

Seeing Su Ren asking, the shopkeeper Qiu was stunned for a moment, and then stuffed the ancient book in his hand into Su Ren's hand with a sad face, and shouted: "It's not this book yet, it's really hell." ”

As soon as the book was in his hand, a chill went straight into his heart, making Su Ren feel a deep chill, and he shivered unconsciously, as if he was in a cold and freezing day, or fell into a cold and biting pool.

The thickness of the book is about five centimeters, the size of the current English book, and the cover is three large blue characters of the Tao Te Ching. The paper page is soft, smooth and delicate, neat and tidy, without a trace of smudge, the handwriting is beautiful and the size is the same, but I don't know why, when his fingers touch the handwriting on the page, Su Ren always has a disgusting feeling.

There is no ghost breath, no filth gathers, but it is cold and biting when you start, it is even better than a refrigerator in dog days, Su Ren asked suspiciously: "Shopkeeper Qiu, where did this book come from." ”

"A friend put something on consignment with me last week."

The shopkeeper Qiu spread his hands, looked at the "Tao Te Ching" in Su Ren's hand, and said helplessly: "It is the "Tao Te Ching" written by Qin Zongquan at the end of the Tang Dynasty. ”

Speaking of Qin Zongquan's name, Shopkeeper Qiu had obvious disgust on his face.

It stands to reason that the old objects of more than 1,000 years ago, even if they are well preserved, they must be a little old, especially calligraphy and painting books, the pages are yellow, cracks, and the handwriting is not clear, which is very normal.

But this "Tao Te Ching" seems to have just been made, the same as the new one, not the old man I blow, after the identification of the book in my hand there are tens of thousands of pieces of calligraphy and painting, even if it is written by someone who does not know, it can also be analyzed from the paper and ink to analyze its specific age.

But the "Tao Te Ching" in front of me, from the paper, ink, font, none of them is the old man I have ever seen, inside and outside the evil nature, can not identify the material, can not figure out the composition, can not see the age, I don't know, you don't know how to let me sell such an object. ”

Faced with such a tricky object, Shopkeeper Qiu was also worried, and complained to Su Ren.

The Tao is very good, and it is very good. The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. The beginning of the nameless world. The mother of all things. Therefore, there is often no desire to observe the wonder. There is often a desire to observe it. These two have the same name and different names, and they are the same mysteries. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders······

Su Ren flipped through the two pages, the thumb-sized cyan font was very neat, the handwriting was as good as new, the pages were soft and delicate, like the top cotton silk in Shu, and there was indeed no stale place, and asked: "The shopkeeper Qiu didn't find someone to do the carbonic acid identification." ”

Shopkeeper Qiu smiled bitterly: "How to do it?" The thing is not mine, as soon as I do the identification, a few more holes, a few fewer corners, how do you ask me to explain to my friends. ”

A friend put it on his consignment, but the shopkeeper couldn't identify it, so he couldn't go out, and he fell into a dilemma for a while.

There were guests in the store, and the shopkeeper Qiu turned around to say hello, at this time, He Shen, who was wandering around, happened to come back, and when he saw the "Tao Te Ching" that Su Ren was reading in his hand, he immediately took three steps back and exclaimed: "Why is this thing still there, didn't the Holy Lord order it to be burned?" How······ It must be a good thing done by those pickled goods in the Internal Affairs Department who can only make money, and they deceive the king and take things privately······ A bunch of things with no butts/eyes, how dare they detain anything! ”

He Shen jumped to his feet and scolded bitterly, Su Ren shook the Tao Te Ching in his hand and asked, "What, do you know." ”

"Oh my master, why are you still holding it."

He Shen came back to his senses, and hurriedly persuaded: "The slave not only knows, but also sees it with his own eyes, when Suzhou weaves Wang Qi, in the name of the Queen Mother, this gift was sent to the palace, but it didn't come to pass, it was recognized by the origin, Qianlong Ye was furious after knowing it, and he took off Wang Qi's top on the same day, cut off his head, and confiscated the nine clans, and the female dependents were sent to the priest's shop for prostitution, and the male Ding was sent to Ningguta to fill the army. ”

A book? Being discovered by someone, there would be such a strict consequence, Su Ren was even more curious, and asked, "What is its specific name?" ”

He Shen rubbed his hands, looked around with round eyes, and then his face was ugly, and he said word by word: "At the end of the Tang Dynasty, the Qin Zongquan system was the human skin "Tao Te Ching". ”

"What! It's made of human skin! ”

Su Ren's hand shook, and he almost threw out the Tao Te Ching, and his mouth let out an irrepressible exclamation.

Fortunately, the street was quite noisy and did not attract too many people's attention, Su Ren took out a black Bluetooth headset from his pocket, hung it on his ear, and asked He Shen as if he was on the phone, "Are you sure?" ”

He Shen looked affirmative, arched his hand, and said with a non-answerable question: "Master, do you know the specific deeds of Qin Zongquan in the last years of the Tang Dynasty?" ”

Su Ren nodded, Qin Zongquan, once ate two thousand miles of no man's land, the most famous cannibal demon king in China, as a student who graduated from the history department, how could Su Ren not know.

In the history of ancient Chinese warfare, there were not a few armies that ate human flesh. Liu Bang, Cao Cao, and Zhu Niulang have all done this.

Of course, the vast majority of the army began to feed their hunger with human flesh only when they ran out of rations and had to do so.