Walking casually on the modern Shudi Street, Ji Lin walked aimlessly, and unconsciously came to a temple.

"Hokoji Temple?" Looking up at this strange and familiar thousand-year-old temple, Ji Lin's eyes were full of memories.

Baoguang Temple was built in the Western Han Dynasty, containing a tower, five halls, sixteen courtyards, the whole body adopts wood and stone structure, is one of the large jungles of Shu Buddhism.

The dappled sunlight poured down, falling on the old monk sitting on the bamboo chair at the entrance of the temple to bask in the sun, and falling on the towering ancient trees on the side, and the years seemed to stop in an instant.

The moment he saw the white-haired old monk, Ji Lin's body shook slightly, and his eyes were full of emotion.

Ji Lin felt as if he had returned to seventy years ago, to the time when he was practicing meditation in Baoguang Temple, the little monk who was circling around behind his fart "shares".

The little monk of the year has become an old monk who is dying, and he is the same as he was back then.

Seventy years, seventy years have passed without realizing it.

"Two dogs." Ji Lin walked over and looked at the old monk with a kind gaze.

"Hmm." The old monk who was napping nodded subconsciously, and then jumped up in shock: "Who?" Who called me? ”

How many years have passed, and the old monk can't remember how many years he has been called by others by this vulgar nickname.

In that poor and backward era, rural people were worried that their children would get sick and have accidents, so they nicknamed them "Ergou" and "Iron Egg", thinking that they could dare to go away and let the children be safe.

"My elders are all dead, who is it?" His eyes fell on Ji Lin, and the old monk was a little dazed.

"Master, I want to go in and make incense, don't you know if it's convenient?" Suppressing the feeling of the reunion of the old man, Ji Lin smiled and nodded at the old monk.

"This place has long been open to tourists, so go inside." The old monk nodded, looking at Ji Lin's distant back, and a ripple appeared in his heart.

"The poor monk has not left Baoguang Temple for 50 years, why does he have a sense of déjà vu for this young man? It's weird. Scratching the back of his head, the old monk couldn't figure it out.

Seventy years have passed in a flash, and things are no longer people.

Before leaving Baoguang Temple, Ji Lin glanced at the old monk lying on the bamboo chair basking in the sun, and from this wrinkled old face, Ji Lin seemed to see the "immature" little boy seventy years ago.

The thousand-year-old temple has not changed, the vicissitudes of time have been old, the old people do not know each other, and they ask where the guests come from.

Time, what a pig-killing knife.

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Yulei Group, taken from Du Fu's "Ascending the Tower" in the sentence "Jinjiang Spring Comes to the World, Yulei Floating Clouds Change Ancient and Modern", was founded in the 22nd year of Guangxu, and has a history of more than 100 years.

This company, one of the top ten groups in China, is mainly engaged in antique architecture, ancient building restoration, and archaeology.

Ji Lin came here today to prepare to join this company and borrow the power of the Yulei Group to find the traces of peerless demons.

Seventy years without coming out of the mountain, Ji Lin is already a little unfamiliar with the world, and it is really difficult to rely on the strength of one person to find in the vast Shu land.

Although Ji Lin also has some secret hands, Ji Lin is not ready to use them unless it is absolutely necessary.

Fu Xi had calculated that Ji Lin would become a Daoist in 5,000 years, and this "Dao" naturally had to be cultivated by himself, rather than relying on external forces.

Walking in the maple leaf forest like an ink painting scroll in the jade base collection, looking up at the huge sculpture of Mr. Zhan in the center of the group entrance, Ji Lin was a little stunned.

In the late Qing Dynasty, when the world was chaotic, a group of young people rose up angrily and threw themselves into all walks of life to support the community, and were infected by their enthusiasm, and Ji Lin also joined them.

Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer!

However, the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband, even if the bitter wine is bitter, I also wish the country to prosper!

Even after hundreds of eons, my heart is still the same!

"Brother Chengcheng, back then, you wanted to let the railway spread all over the land of my China, but now a hundred years have passed, and your wish has finally come true."

Saluting respectfully to the statue of Mr. Zhan, Ji Lin had a serious face.

Reverence for the ancestors is the rule of a gentleman.

Although for Ji Lin, there are not many people in this world who are qualified to be called "ancestors", but Ji Lin is still in awe of them.

Respecting them is in itself a kind of respect for history!

Since Taizu set the world, the oriental dragon of Shenzhou has gradually awakened, Taizong has crossed the river by feeling the stones and opening up to the outside world, and all kinds of ideas have contended, this is the most beautiful era.

But this is also the worst era, under the invasion of Western civilization, the ancient traditional culture edifice will collapse, and even gossip is what it is, few young people can explain it clearly.

As a Fuxi disciple, such an era makes Ji Lin very helpless and sad.

"I didn't expect to go to an interview one day." Ji Lin walked forward and soon came to a U-shaped complex.

"Are you Mr. Ji?" A young man in a suit and leather shoes walked over and asked politely.

"Exactly, Your Excellency?" Seeing the ancient rites used by the young man, Ji Lin had a stronger and stronger impression of the Yulei Group in his heart, and hurriedly returned the gift.

"I am the administrator of the personnel department of Yulei Group, you can call me Xiao Zhao, it is Mr. Mao who asked me to wait for you here." Seeing that Ji Lin was talking extraordinary, the young man couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that Ji Lin's walking, talking, etiquette, and appearance were in line with ancient etiquette, which was impeccable, Zhao Fei suddenly became a little expectant for the next interview.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Mao is a rare calligrapher in this world, and his skills in Chinese culture are unfathomable."

"You can think twice before you say anything, and remember that if you say too much, you will lose." It seems to have a good impact on Ji Lin, Zhao Fei suddenly said.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao, for mentioning this." Ji Lin nodded and pushed open the door with monstrous confidence.

In the room, three old men in Tang costumes stood at the table and pointed, sometimes intoxicated and sometimes shaking their heads, and occasionally arguing fiercely, but no one looked up and paid attention to Ji Lin.

"Dismount?" Ji Lin smiled faintly, did not feel discouraged, and sat aside and waited quietly.

Before entering the room, the warm-hearted Zhao Fei had already briefly introduced the situation to Ji Lin, so Ji Lin knew that these three people were Mao Lao, Zhan Lao and Lin Lao.

These three people are all old men who have fallen to the ground with white beards, and they have been retired for many years, and they are the most well-known predecessors of Chinese culture in Shu, and they are also archaeological experts of Yulei Group.

This is the way of chess game, Bo is psychological quality, game is wisdom, in fact, from the moment Ji Lin stepped into the door, the interview has begun.

Time passes in minute by minute, ten minutes of time, in the blink of an eye.

Although the three elders have cultivated themselves for many years and can be regarded as having strong bones, they are old after all.

Seeing that Ji Lin was standing behind him as motionless as a mountain, the three elders looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and a feeling of being cocooned and self-bound suddenly arose in their hearts.

"Three seniors, I wonder if you can let me see this calligraphy?"

Suddenly, Ji Lin's voice sounded like a heavenly sound, and the three elders breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, secretly saying that Ji Lin was a young man who couldn't hold his breath after all, and this ginger was still old and spicy.

Ji Lin really can't hold his breath? That's a joke!

"The Art of War: Fiction and Reality" says: "Soldiers are impermanent, and water is impermanent"; In "History of the Song Dynasty: The Biography of Yue Fei", Yue Fei said to Zong Ze: "Battle after battle, the art of war is constant, the use is wonderful, and it is one heart!" ”。

This is the wisdom summed up by the struggle of the ancients, and Ji Lin has long been familiar with it.

If it weren't for the fact that the three elders were too old, it would not be a problem for Ji Lin to spend three or five days with them.

After the debate between the three elders just now, Ji Lin already understood that the calligraphy on the table was extremely extraordinary, and it was a cultural relic of the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Young man, don't you know calligraphy too?" Seeing that Ji Lin was concentrating and engrossed, Mao Lao stroked his white beard with a surprised expression.

Chinese culture has declined since modern times, and has declined to the extreme since modern times, Mao Lao found it hard to believe that the young man in front of him could understand ancient texts.

"The younger generation has a little bit of knowledge in Chinese culture, and they are also quite interested in calligraphy." Ji Lin secretly said that it was not easy for these three old men, and there was a little more respect between the words.

"Tell me, then, who wrote this posting? What is written? Zhan Lao disdained it and shouted coldly.

In Zhan Lao's opinion, Ji Lin is just a person who sells his reputation and reputation, and it would be strange if he could really understand the content of this calligraphy.

Although the three elders discussed the copybook for a long time just now, they only discussed the strength and skill of the handwriting in the copybook, and did not involve the content and source of the copybook itself.

"Dare to ask the three seniors, is this an exam question for the juniors?" Ji Lin said with a smile.

"If you can know the origin of this painting, then the foundation of Chinese culture is naturally excellent." This time Lin Lao spoke.

As soon as Lin Lao's words came out, Zhan Lao and Mao Lao looked at each other and smiled, secretly saying that if they didn't know the answer in advance, with the Chinese learning skills of the two, it would be impossible to know who the owner of this calligraphy is.

This sticker is Lin Lao accidentally from the Xiangjiang antique market accidentally picked up, after buying it as a treasure, ten years all over the search for calligraphy masters, after many channels to confirm, this is to determine the identity of the owner of calligraphy.

If Ji Lin can really reveal the origin of this calligraphy, then the skill of national learning is not excellent, but against the sky!

But the question is, is that possible? Obviously impossible!

However, the development of things is often not controlled by human will.

Ji Lin really knows the origin of this pair of calligraphy.

The Song Dynasty was the most culturally prosperous era in the history of China, and there was no one!

Song Taizu set the end of the country, released the military power with a glass of wine, and set the basic national policy of controlling the military with literature.

Although this laid a hidden danger for the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty in the future, it also created the brilliant literary style of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Shenzhou is vast, "Tang poems" and "Song words" have been passed down through the ages, and Su Huang Mi Cai is everyone!

Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, Cai Xiang, these four calligraphers were born in the vast sea of literature in the Northern Song Dynasty, collectively known as Su Huang Mi Cai.

Until many years after the Northern Song Dynasty, these four fonts were still popular and were regarded as classics by later generations.

Generally, when later generations mention the Northern Song Dynasty calligraphy, they will first think of Su Huangmi and Cai Si, and when the three elders think of it, Ji Lin will not be an exception.

"This pair of calligraphy is written in cursive script."

As soon as Ji Lin's words came out, the three elders were surprised, obviously they didn't expect that Ji Lin, the "kid", really knew calligraphy.

Before Ji Lin stepped into the room, the third elder had carefully read Ji Lin's information and knew that Ji Lin grew up in the United States, and it stands to reason that he should be a completely Westernized "banana man" in his bone marrow.

These materials were naturally revised by Ji Lin's mobilization of the "guan" and "system" networks 70 years ago, otherwise many things would be difficult to explain.

"The old friends of the year are almost gone, but fortunately, Fu Lao is still in the United States." Thinking of that cute old man, Ji Lin couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

Banana people refer to the kind of people who are yellow-skinned, but they can't even speak Shenzhou, don't even know Shenzhou characters, and can only speak fluent English.

Generally speaking, it is very unbelievable that this kind of person can understand traditional Chinese characters, and they can understand the calligraphy written in Cai style cursive during the Northern Song Dynasty, which is simply incredible.

But even so, if Ji Lin wants to come to Yulei Group to engage in archaeological work, he obviously lacks some heat.

"In this way, Ji Xiaoyou, do you think this pair of calligraphy was written by Cai Xiang among the four major calligraphers of the Northern Song Dynasty?" Lin Lao asked.

As soon as these words came out, Mao Lao and Lin Lao looked at each other and smiled, secretly saying that Lin Lao deserves to be an old fox, amazing!

Lin Lao's words seemed plain, but he dug a big pit and waited for Ji Lin to jump.

"Although this calligraphy is written in Cai style, and the time when the book was written is also the same number as Cai Xiang, it is not written by Cai Xiang." Ji Lin shook his head, his tone affirmative.

As soon as these words came out, the three elders were moved at the same time, and Mao Lao stood up and looked at Ji Lin's eyes with a burning eye: "Then you should tell me, why didn't Cai Gong write it?" ”

This pair of calligraphy is naturally not written by Cai Xiang, this is the conclusion that the three elders have come to after studying for a long time in the past!

However, how did a banana man in Ji Lin know such secrets? The three elders couldn't understand.

"Among the four major calligraphers of the Northern Song Dynasty, Su Shi's handwriting is rich and up-and-down; Huang Tingjian's handwriting is vertical and horizontal. ”

"And Mi Fu is handsome and bold, the three of them have their own style, but there is one thing in common, that is to the grass, the line is good."

"Only Cai Xiang likes to write regular script with rules and regulations, Cai Xiang's calligraphy is rich and dignified, simple and graceful, giving people a sense of spring breeze."

"But this pair of characters is written in cursive, and has both Su Shi's plumpness and Mi Fu's heroism,"

"So the kid boldly deduced that this pair of calligraphy was definitely not written by Cai Xiang, but by Emperor Huizong."

Airplanes!

As soon as Ji Lin's words fell, the three elders shook at the same time, and their eyes looking at Ji Lin were full of horror.

"I'm not lonely, I'm not lonely!"

"Peerless Jade!" The three elders looked at each other, and they all saw the excitement in each other's eyes.