Chapter 349 of the main text volume, the second sinner of the ages

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Wang Yuanqi stared at Tang Dou quietly, was silent for a while, and then said: "Since I discovered these scriptures, I realized the preciousness of these scriptures, I have traveled in all directions for seven years, and met with dozens of officials, but I have not attracted enough attention from any officials. ”

"So you sold them to Stein and the foreigners?" Tang Dou asked a little meanly.

This stalk will always be a thorn in his heart, a thorn in the hearts of all Chinese, even if it is pulled out, but the wound will still remain.

Wang Yuanqi looked at Tang Dou and suddenly knelt down slowly.

Tang Dou did not stop Wang Yuanjun, nor did he reach out to help him, but said coldly: "You shouldn't kneel to me, you should kneel to all Chinese." ”

Wang Yuanqi looked at Tang Dou, and two old tears fell sadly: "Sir, I don't want to ask you to forgive me, the crime I committed is unforgivable." Perhaps when I sold the scroll to Stein, I was moved by his sincerity and wanted to raise money for the restoration of other caves and the construction of three floors, but after selling some of the scrolls to Stein, more foreigners flocked to him, and many of them were led by a number of yamen officials. At that time, I couldn't look at the scriptures that filled this room, and at least a thousand scriptures were asked to take away by those officials and lords under various names at that time. At that time, I felt that those foreigners probably understood the preciousness of these scriptures better than our own officials, and they could better preserve them, so I ......"

Wang Yuanqi exhaled, looked at Tang Dou and said guiltily: "So I sold some of the scriptures to them." ”

Tang Dou slowly sat down on an earthen platform in the Tibetan scripture cave, and couldn't help but reach out and pat the earthen platform where he was sitting.

Originally, this earthen platform should have been full of those immortal heirlooms, right?

Wang Yuanji's explanation did not convince Tang Dou, although he understood Wang Yuanji's distress. But he couldn't forgive Wang Yuanji.

Although what Wang Yuanzhen said was objectively preserved, perhaps according to the situation at the time, only by selling the scriptures to foreigners could these scriptures be properly preserved, but selling them to foreigners meant that these national treasures could never be recovered.

The Scriptures were preserved, but they were kept in someone else's home. We can't see it anymore.

Wang Yuanqi chose this way, right? Or is it wrong?

Wang Yuanqi sighed, got up slowly, sat down on the earthen platform not far from Tang Dou, put the oil lamp between the two people, looked at Tang Dou and said: "Sir, I know that this choice is worthy of my ancestors, but I have the money to repair the cave and build a three-story building." The restoration of the ancient Han Bridge has changed the condition of the whole of Mogaokui. But I also knew that those scriptures could never be recovered, and compared to the entire Mogao Grottoes, I chose to abandon the scriptures. ”

Tang Dou was silent, staring at Wang Yuanqi silently, he wanted to find the answer from Wang Yuanqiu's pig-like face that was beaten by himself.

Wang Yuanqi did not avoid Tang Dou's gaze at all, and looked at Tang Dou, looking so calm and calm.

The two men looked at each other for a moment. Wang Yuanqi sighed and continued:

"Sir, I suppose you are here for this matter. You should also know the fate of the rest of the Scriptures. In the second year of Xuantong, the Qing Dynasty finally realized the preciousness of these scriptures, and the school ordered He Qiulin, the governor of Xinjiang, to be responsible for transporting the remaining scriptures to the capital. As far as I know, almost every time they were transported, some of these scriptures were looted by local officials. Even He Yansheng, the escort official in charge of the escort, and He Yansheng, the political envoy of Gansu, gave these scriptures as gifts to others. At the end of the second year of Xuantong, the remaining scriptures were finally transported to the capital, but He Yansheng did not directly transport the scriptures to the school, but pulled them back to his home, and teamed up with his son He Zhenyi and Li Shengduo, who was the secretary of Taichang at that time, to steal the fine selection of the scriptures in the collection. In the end, they tried to cover up their theft. I tore up countless scrolls to make up the ......."

The corners of Tang Dou's eyes couldn't help twitching, this period of history was unknown to him, he had already had the urge to immediately cross over to the Big Braided Dynasty and immediately pull He Yansheng, He Zhenyi, and Li Shengduo over and beat them up.

Paralyzing, in order to steal the Scriptures, you have tore up the remaining Scriptures to cover up your crimes, are you protecting the Scriptures or destroying them?

Tang Dou didn't expect these people to do such a heartless thing for their own selfish interests.

At least he has been guarding these scriptures for seven years, and has been trying his best to protect these scriptures, and you, what have you done?

Tang Dou couldn't help but remember that when he searched for Wang Yuanji's relevant information on the Internet, he saw Stein's words describing Wang Yuanzheng in "Archaeological Atlas of the Western Regions":

He devoted all his mind to the restoration of the decaying temple, trying to restore it to the splendor of the temple in his mind. He spent all the money raised on the renovation of the temple, and he never spent a penny of it. Later, when he heard that the government had suffered great damage to the delivery of his beloved Chinese scrolls, he regretted that he did not have the courage and courage to listen to Master Jiang's words at that time, and accepted my large sum of money and gave me the entire collection.

From this passage, Tang Dou knew that the people who really destroyed these ancient Dunhuang documents were not Wang Yuanji, but those Manchu officials who were sanctimonious, and the people who should really be killed were also those who relied on various means to rob and destroy the Dunhuang scriptures, not Wang Yuanji.

Tang Dou leaned over and reached out to pat Wang Yuanqi's thigh, and said apologetically: "You did your best, many people misunderstood you, if there is a chance, I will correct your name." ”

Hearing Tang Dou's words, Wang Yuanji's tears flowed down, he tightly grabbed Tang Dou's hand on his thigh with both hands, choked and said: "Sir, with your words, I, Wang Yuanji, can be blinded even if I die." ”

Tang Dou sighed, compared with the entire ** Qing government, Wang Yuanqi is just a humble little person, and the last mistake he should make is to discover this scripture cave. Those Dunhuang scriptures that were piled up in the caves were found.

Thinking of this section, Tang Dou couldn't help but feel a little secretly glad in his heart, but also fortunately it was Wang Yuanqi who discovered the Tibetan scripture cave in that era, when the four olds were broken, the Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes suffered the biggest damage in history, and almost all the Buddha murals in the caves were destroyed by people's madness. If Wang Yuanqi had not discovered these scriptures in advance, but had been accidentally discovered by the 'red generals' in that historical period, would this precious Dunhuang scripture be burned by the 'red generals'?

Thinking of this consequence, Tang Dou couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back.

In those crazy days, the possibility was just too great.

If that is really the case, then wouldn't the Dunhuang Canons now distributed in China and Baodao, Britain, France, Japan, the United States, Russia, Germany and other countries not exist?

Tang Dou smiled bitterly, fortunately this worst-case scenario did not happen, and the Dunhuang scriptures could be preserved relatively completely, although most of them were lost overseas. But after all, they still exist in this world, and maybe one day they will return to their homeland.

Tang Dou shook Wang Yuanqi's hand vigorously, and said apologetically: "I shouldn't be so impulsive today, I apologize to you, I can solemnly assure you that I will not only correct your name, if I have the opportunity, I will definitely recover the Dunhuang scriptures that have been lost back to the motherland." Let them be placed in our own museums of the Chinese and be admired by the world. ”

Wang Yuanzhen stood up emotionally. He bowed deeply at Tang Dou.

Tang Dou also stood up and held Wang Yuanqi with both hands: "Wang Daochang, you have done your best." ”

Wang Yuanqi climbed Tang Dou's arm, looked directly at Tang Dou and said, "Sir, I don't know who you are, but I know." Since you can come to the door today and beat me bitterly, you must be a hot-blooded Chinese, and I thank you. ”

Tang Dou's old face turned red, isn't this a pot that can't be opened.

Tang Dou was about to bow to Wang Yuanqi and apologize, but Wang Yuanqi said to Tang Dou: "Sir." I am already exhausted in this life, and I want to entrust you with one thing, please be sure to promise me. ”

Tang Dou nodded without hesitation: "You said, as long as it is within my ability, I will definitely spare no effort to help you complete it." ”

Wang Yuanqi laughed happily, he turned around and picked up the oil lamp on the earthen platform, pulled Tang Dou to the wall of the Tibetan Scripture Cave, used the oil lamp in his hand to reflect the flying mural on the wall, stretched out his hand and stroked it for a long time, and sighed faintly.

Wang Yuanqi looked at Tang Dou and said, "Sir, I don't think I, Wang Yuanji, will not be wrong." If you don't beat me today, I will never dare to entrust you with such an important matter. ”

Tang Dou raised his eyebrows, this is a strange thing, why did he beat him up and show his fate?

Wang Yuanqi stared at Tang Dou's eyes, and said word by word: "Sir, before I sold the scriptures to Stein, I selected the Tibetan scriptures that I thought were particularly valuable, including Buddhist scriptures, literature and history, geography, magic, medicine, divination, etc., as well as some embroidery, silk paintings, and ritual instruments. Please choose the right time to excavate these precious scriptures and deliver them to the state in their entirety......"

Tang Dou's heart was beating wildly, and he looked at the flying mural that Wang Yuanqi had just touched with his hand, or the cave wall that Wang Yuanqi had touched with his hand. (To be continued.) )

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Here the third said a few more sentences, it is about the royal Taoist people, the third is just in the form of a story to objectively expound the loss of the Dunhuang scriptures, the merits of the third is not qualified to comment, of course, in the way the third is described, is to beautify the royal people, especially the last Wang Taoist Tibetan scriptures this paragraph, this paragraph is purely made up by the third man, this book is a YY novel, I hope you don't have to be too serious, the third just hopes that human nature can be a little better.

If you have friends who feel uncomfortable, then scold the third child, as long as you don't insult your family, the third child accepts, as for the professional trolls who watch piracy, please shut up.