Chapter Forty-Six: The Golden Mask Returns
When I look at this Buddha statue, my eyes are about to look straight, this Buddha statue is so precious.
Just as I was looking at this Buddha statue intently, Xiao Shao pushed me away: "Oh, Jebtsundamba Zhanabazar, this is a rare treasure." As he spoke, he looked at it carefully, and after that, he glared at me again. Brother Qiu, this Buddha statue belongs to me, maybe this is a parting souvenir given to me by my cousin. ”
I snorted at him: "You are a black man, I didn't want to come to this shitty place with you to find your cousin, I almost died tragically in the hands of a perverted artist, and I encountered that big black robe just now." If I hadn't returned to the sea early, you wouldn't have given me some souvenirs for me to take back. ”
Legend has it that Jebtsundamba was first born in India and was one of the five hundred bhikshus of Shakyamuni Buddha, and was later reincarnated in Tibet. He is the largest lineage of living Buddhas in Tibetan Buddhism in Outer Mongolia, belonging to the Gelug sect, formed in the early 17th century, and is known as the two major living Buddhas of Mongolia together with Zhangjiahu Tuketu in Inner Mongolia. It is one of the four living Buddhas of Tibetan Buddhism along with the Dalai Lama, Panchen Erdeni, and Zhanggyalhu Tuketu.
When Xiao Shao heard me say this, he was speechless, so he had to sigh and reluctantly give this Buddha statue to me.
I smiled playfully: "It's okay, I'll give you some benefits when I go back." ”
Carrying the Buddha statue behind his back, he walked out along the ninth door, and walked back to the hotel without any problems, and the sky was slowly brightening.
When I came to the door of the house, I was very entangled, I said goodbye without saying goodbye, and let Mengya hit me in the elevator, how should I explain when I see her? I let out a long sigh, this Buddha statue was almost crushing my back. Stomping my foot, I stomped into the room.
When I opened the door, I was startled, and I saw Meng Ya sitting on a chair by the window with Erlang's legs crossed. Seeing that I had come in, he stood up, but his expression was nonchalant: "Why did you go?" I'm still looking for you. ”
I was even more embarrassed, she didn't even mention last night's incident, I just told the truth.
"Well, we're going to the ghost building."
"Why don't you take me there?" She looked unhappy.
I smiled contrivedly: "You're a girl, aren't I afraid that you will be in danger?" ”
Mengya seemed to be persuaded to listen, nodded, and saw that I was carrying such a big Buddha statue on my back, and reached out to help me get it. With both hands on the Buddha statue crossed in front of his chest, the Buddha statue creaked, and the demon pestle of both hands fell out of place.
Smack
We looked back, and a piece of gold fell from the inside of the Buddha statue. We were so frightened that we almost threw the Buddha statue on the ground.
On the ground was placed the unlucky Khitan Wenjin mask that Ren Tai'an's family had lost.
"How so?" I turned pale with fright.
Mengya hurriedly picked up the mask and looked at it carefully: "That's right, that's it." ”
I lay the Buddha statue on the bed, holding this golden mask and shivering with cold.
"Huh? What is it. Mengya was looking intently at the bottom of the Buddha statue.
I threw the mask aside, and there seemed to be a note attached to the place where the statue of Jebtsundamba was hidden.
Meng Ya didn't hesitate at all, reached out and tore off the note, looked at it, frowned and handed it to me again.
I looked closely, and it didn't seem to have any date, just the last few months in it. There are many unknown characters and symbols drawn on it, and the writing is very messy, as if there are many radicals written on it, and they have been altered. But on the last line of the note, it is written in a very neat font.
"The two of them are also Bian Zhi." I read it in my own whisper.
"What do you mean?"
I shook my head: "This should be the Khitan ciphertext translated by Ren Tai'an, maybe it is some kind of puzzle on the mask." ”
Mengya took the note, thinking that I had read it wrong, so she looked at it carefully and shook her head helplessly.
"Anyway, Xiao Shao's matter can come to an end, let's take this thing back and show it to Master, maybe Master can have some unique opinions."
We returned to Beijing smoothly that day, and we didn't encounter any snail-eyed old men and black cloaks along the way.
When I got home, I put the Buddha statue in the Buddha hall and bowed three times.
"What should I do with this mask?" Mengya hesitated.
I smiled: "I also asked Yu Xianzhi on the way, and he said that there are no traces of demons and monsters on this mask at all, and it seems that all this is a man-made thing." ”
Mengya smiled bitterly a few times, and seemed to look at me helplessly, wanting to speak again.
"What's wrong?"
"Huh?" Mengya looked at me in a trance, wiped her eyes, and seemed to shed a few tears, hiding it. "Nothing, nothing."
I also bowed my head and muttered. Ever since the incident when Black Cloak came to meet me at night, it seems that our relationship has become more and more estranged.
To our surprise, nothing happened that night. We arrived at Master's shop before ten o'clock in the morning, and Master was still wearing the same tattered casual clothes, and the pair of leather shoes that looked like unearthed artifacts under his feet seemed to have never been polished. The head is greasy and twisted, and it looks like it hasn't been washed for a long time. The old man sat on the dilapidated and dusty Ming Dynasty Huanghuali chair, staring intently at the laptop on the inkstone, gritting his teeth, and the Huanghuali chair creaked and swayed, as if it was about to collapse.
A few years ago, Master suddenly fell ill with high blood pressure because of stock speculation, and almost returned to the West. Fortunately, the old man selling gourds next door came to borrow the fire, otherwise the result can be imagined.
"Master, don't watch your competition."
When the master heard that someone was coming, he hurriedly looked back and found that it was me and Mengya, and with a long sigh, he buckled the computer. I picked up an unsmoked cigarette fart at hand, lit it and smoked it.
"Master, can you pay attention to your image, a person of your identity makes it look like a desert escape every day."
The master smiled, scratched his head, and fell a layer of dandruff: "You kid has disappeared for a month, what did you buy today?" Open my eyes to the old man. ”
I looked outside, closed the door, and locked the door: "Master, don't make fun of me, you haven't seen anything." To tell you the truth, it's a bit difficult for me to come to you this time, something is wrong with me. ”
The master was stunned when he heard this, squinted at me, picked up the porcelain cup at hand, and took a sip of tea: "You are not like a person who is short of money, what can happen." ”
"Do you know that Ren Tai'an is dead?"
Smack
As soon as I said this, Master's hand trembled, and the cup fell to the ground with a sound and shattered into eight petals.
"What, what?" Master's face was horrified.
"You heard it right, Ren Tai'an's family let people destroy the door." I lowered my voice.
Master lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
"Master, look at this." I took the gold mask out of my bag and handed it to Master.
Master took it with his hand, staring at the golden mask with wide eyes, beads of sweat dripping from his head.
"Where did this thing come from?" Master said coldly.
I told me the ins and outs of the matter 1510, and Mengya added to me if there was anything incomplete during the period.
After listening to this, the master looked at the Khitan characters on this mask, and silently said to himself: "The two people are also Bian Zhi, and the two people are also Bian Zhi......"
The master muttered to himself as if he was reciting a funeral scripture, and what he said sent chills down my spine.
"Division...... Master, what's wrong with you. ”
Master sneered: "What about Master Yun? ”
I was stunned, why did I mention him? This guy is a murderer: "It seems that someone did it, and he entered the number." ”
Master shook his head and snorted coldly: "This is indeed very tight, but how could a scheming thousand-year-old fox like Yun Ye be handled by the Cultural Relics Bureau so simply." ”
"So what do you say now?"
The master thought about it for a moment, with a very flat sneer on his face, and there was no trace of the debauchery of the past.
"Qiu Tong, I'll give you a letter today, you go back to the store and wait for my news."
Returning to the shop in the antique city, Mengya didn't make tea, looked at no one around, and whispered, "Why don't we go to Yun Ye?" ”
I was stunned for a moment: "What do you see, he has entered the number and opened a store." ”
Mengya hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak, when my phone rang.
"Master."
"Qiu Tong, tomorrow morning at eleven o'clock, Hongbin Lou private room."