It's been three days since I returned to Chengdu, we rushed to the pawnshop in Sifang non-stop, I was eager to see Ye Jiuqing, there were too many questions I wanted to get answers from him, Zhao Yan saw me go back, and breathed a sigh of relief, saying that I disappeared without news for almost half a month, and Ye Jiuqing sent people to find me everywhere, and I was about to get sick.

It's a pity that it's not a coincidence, when we go back, Ye Jiuqing, Feng Cheng and the general have been away from Chengdu for many days, Zhao Yan asked me to go back and wait first, Ye Jiuqing will definitely go to me immediately when he comes back.

I suddenly remembered something, and seeing that the time was almost just right, I called the exhausted palace lord and Tian Ji, and I planned to take them to the ghost market to meet a master and see if I could restore the portrait on the sebum.

Half past one in the morning.

On both sides of Xiaoguanmiao Street, under the dim lights and mottled shadows of trees, there are crowds of people everywhere, bustling with people's voices, and flashlights illuminate the blurred faces on the side of the road or leaning on or pulling carts.

In the 80s, Xiaoguan Temple's status in Chengdu's antique industry was equivalent to that of Panjiayuan, because it only opened at 12 o'clock in the evening, so it was called the ghost market.

I took Gongjue and Tian Chicken to shuttle through the streets of the ghost market, on both sides are powerful antique shops, ordinary merchants practice stalls outside, but it is difficult to see other stalls clearly by night.

Although the stall owners have flashlights, the guests will also bring their own, only look at the goods, not people, the transaction is very quiet from the beginning to the end, never loud noise, buyers and sellers are trying to keep their voices down to discuss.

In addition, it is forbidden to take pictures of other people's things from other stalls, neither the stall owner nor the customer, which is taboo in the ghost market.

Don't look at the simple ghost market, some can't be on the table, but the ghost market produces good goods is a thing that the circle knows, and don't underestimate these stall owners who don't look good.

Cheng Qianshou is one of them.

He and Zhao Yan are mortal enemies, the two are basically incompatible, they can quarrel when they meet, Zhao Yan is recognized as the king of Hades in the circle, but all the antiques in his hands can judge the authenticity at a glance, but if something passes through Cheng Qianshou's hand, Zhao Yan will also take a few more looks, and even sometimes even punch the eyes.

The two of them have been fighting in the ghost market for most of their lives, and when they are old, Cheng Qianshou is not short of money, and the biggest pleasure is to get a few objects every once in a while to find someone to fool Zhao Yan, if Zhao Yan looks away, he will sit on the bench on the street opposite the pawnshop in the square and count for several days.

Zhao Yan taught me to identify the authenticity of antiques, but half of them I learned from Cheng Qianshou, although Zhao Yan didn't say it explicitly, but he often asked me to throw back the fakes made by Cheng Qianshou, and I started to think that Zhao Yan was asking me to help him out, and gradually found out that he actually wanted me to contact Cheng Qianshou more.

And who knows better to distinguish the real from the fake than a man who can make a fake

I took them to the alley of the back street of the ghost market, where Cheng Qianshou's shop was in this inconspicuous place, and when I went, Cheng Qianshou was holding a tree gall pot and lying on a rocking chair leisurely.

The store is very messy, there are all kinds of cultural relics everywhere, from small broken jade to large terracotta warriors and horses, all-encompassing, Cheng Qianshou is famous for counterfeiting, and few people can tell which of these objects are real and which are fake.

The cleanest place in the store is the Buddhist shrine behind Cheng Qianshou, which enshrines a relic, when I was a child, I asked Cheng Qianshou whether it was real or fake, he said with a blank face What does it matter if it is true or false, sincerity is spiritual.

However, Zhao Yan told me that Cheng Qianshou had stayed in Famen Temple for a few days, and it didn't take long for the underground palace of Famen Temple to be discovered, and among the cultural relics unearthed from it, the most precious thing was the Buddha bone relics in the sevenfold treasure letter, as for the true and false Zhao Yan smiled and said nothing.

Cheng Qianshou is best at statues, even Zhao Yan is not sure of the authenticity of the statues made from his hands, Buddha heads, terracotta warriors or Tang Sancai, as long as they go out from Cheng Qianshou, most of them can be sold at the price of the real thing.

The reason why he is called Cheng Qianshou is because the things that pass through his hands are as if they have been polished and shaped by a thousand hands at the same time, and every detail is impeccable, vivid and difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"Uncle Cheng, I haven't come to see you for a long time, and your body is good." As soon as I walked in the door, I was smiling.

"Nothing to do." Cheng Qianshou gave me a blank look, I have been mischievous with him since I was a child. "If there's a fart, let it go."

"It's not that I'm worried about you, so I came here to take a look."

"Don't be duplicitous, worry about me, you are worried about the things in my store, look at it, you won't be able to die for a while, and you will move it when I die." Cheng Qianshou glanced at me, he watched me grow up, when I was a child, Ye Zhiqiu and I often played here, I don't know how many things I broke him, Cheng Qianshou likes me, but looks down on Ye Zhiqiu, saying that she has no spirituality, if it weren't for following Ye Jiuqing, I guess I would have learned all of Cheng Qianshou's skills. "I haven't seen you get into trouble for some days, where are you going to fool around."

"What else can I do, follow the rat to learn to make holes." I pointed to the palace lord and the field chicken next to me. "I made a few friends, touched a few tombs outside, and brought something for you to always palm."

"Yo, Shopkeeper Ye is letting you fly solo now, it seems that I am really old, Gu Xiaoye, who was rampant in the ghost market back then, is now in charge." Cheng Qianshou smiled wryly, looked at Gongjue and Tian Ji, and his eyes fell on me. "Master Gu is polite, is there anything that still needs my old thing's palm."

I took out the thin layer of sebum that I brought back from Kunlun Jinque: "I dug it out of a tomb, it has a nose and eyes, like a person's facial features, I asked Uncle Zhao, he said that he didn't know what it was, I just thought about this ghost city, I'm afraid Uncle Cheng, you are well-informed, so let you take a look." ”

Cheng Qian's hands and mouths were laughing to the back of his head, but anything that could be compared with Zhao Yan, there was nothing that didn't interest him, so he took it and looked at it over and over again for a long time, took it in his hand and smelled it, his face sank: "Human skin? ”

I nodded, saying that I found it from the coffin, Cheng Qianshou heard that his expression became old, and he weighed it a few times in his hand, saying that since it is a dead person, the skin will be shriveled and clinging to the flesh, and it is impossible to peel it off, and this sebum is very fresh and elastic, as if it was peeled off from a living person, Cheng Qianshou asked me in surprise where I got it.

"In an ice tomb, I was also curious, so I brought it back." I prevaricate lightly, then accentuate my tone. "I think it's well preserved, maybe it can be restored, I just want to see what the owner of this sebum looks like, so I thought of you, Uncle Zhao asked me not to come, saying that it is absolutely impossible for you to restore this thing, and it is a waste of time to come to you."

"I can't?!" Cheng Qianshou suddenly stood up from the rocking chair, with an unconvinced arrogance. "Put the things here for me, come back in five days, let Zhao Yan take a look at that old thing, there is nothing that I can't do with Cheng Qian's hands."

I secretly looked at the palace jue and Tian Ji, the older the person is, the younger he gets, sometimes it is useless to reason, he has to coax like a child, he and Zhao Yan have been competing all their lives, no one will admit defeat, so provoke him, no need for me to say anything, Cheng Qianshou can definitely do impeccable.

Before leaving, Cheng Qianshou stopped me, took out an oily paper bag from under the counter, and asked me to take it to Guo Blind on the way, I opened it curiously to see, inside is a three-color glazed Tianwang terracotta figurine with angry eyes and majestic spirit, the color is natural and coordinated, the mottled and dripping pattern is smooth, and it is breathtaking and lovely.

"True or fake?" Tian Ji looked at the Heavenly King Warrior in my hand and asked.

"You are asking the wrong question, Uncle Cheng's things here are true and false, and if you believe him is true, it is true." I smiled flatteringly, although I said it to Tian Ji, I actually said it to Cheng Qianshou.

Cheng Qianshou was very useful to say this, and he proudly picked up the sebum and walked to the back room with the gall pot, and when he came out of the store, I lowered my voice and told Gongjue and Tian Chicken that the three-color glazed terracotta figurines fired by Cheng Qianshou have almost reached perfection in terms of fetus, glaze, color, shape and even inner spiritual style.

It's not to compliment Cheng Qianshou, the three-color glazed terracotta figurines he made are almost no different from the real ones, and it is an exaggeration to say that his shop is a three-color glazed terracotta figurine store that is enough to cross the millennium.