On the plateau full of prayer flags, how many pious pilgrims, they knelt in front of the snow-capped mountains, turned prayer wheels, and recited proverbs. The auspicious bird, crossing the sky, beckons a holy soul.

A lotus heart was carefully pinched in Cha Wenbin's hand, he knew how heavy the weight of this thing in his hand was, five simple coffins were piled up together, and he leaned on these coffins to look at the rolling snow-capped mountains outside the window.

The tears in the corners of his eyes were quickly dried before they could drop, the cold above the plateau cut across his face like a knife, behind the messy hair was a thin face, and there were too many stories hidden in the sunken eye sockets.

By the time the plane arrived at the barracks, heavily armed men were on standby, and on the roaring jeep sat several men with anxious expressions, and the stars on their shoulders meant that they were high-ranking officers.

When Cha Wenbin slowly descended the boarding ladder, a man in a black tunics walked forward quickly, and this was not the first time they had met.

"How?"

Cha Wenbin glanced at him coldly, turned around and grabbed the coffin pushed out by Zhuo Xiong.

When the two men carried the first coffin to the barracks not far away, the man said, "The mountain has woken up." Cha Wenbin stopped and paused, but only for a few seconds.

Completely ignoring the anxious expressions of the senior officers and the man in black, he didn't allow anyone to touch the coffins, but went back and forth with Zhuo Xiong again and again. Five coffins were neatly parked in the tent barracks, and long benches erected these coffins, and the Chinese paid attention to entering the soil for safety, and the coffins could not touch the land for three days.

The two of them regarded this place as a mourning hall, and he knelt down and kowtowed three times to the five coffins, and Zhuo Xiong followed suit. They had to kowtow to this head, because this was everything that five people had bought with their lives, and without their blood sacrifice, no one would have been able to get out of the palace of the underworld.

"I have a few requests." He knew that the man in black had been standing behind him.

"Please say, within the scope of your ability, do as you can."

"First, I want you to help me transport these five people back to my hometown; Second, I did get something, but it didn't work, I had to try it on Chaozi first; Third, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore after taking the things. ”

"The first two are easy to do, and the third depends on the outcome of the second."

"Whatever the outcome." Cha Wenbin stood up and pointed to the coffins in front of him and said, "In your eyes, they are just chess pieces, and they can be sacrificed at any time. I'm also a pawn, but only I know the location of the Southern Dragon Vein. ”

The man in black sneered, "You threaten with this? Dragon vein, haha! ”

"Sounds pretty ethereal, doesn't it? Feng Shui can not only kill people, but also ruin the country, believe or not believe in someone to choose, just like you choose to believe in my hand. Spreading out his palm, his hand was a crystal clear lotus heart.

"Good!"

In the ward, the sleeping Chaozi was a little fatter than before, and his lips were pink and white after not seeing light for a long time. A syringe for injection was carefully pierced into the heart of the lotus, and the moment the shell was broken, the entire ward was filled with the fragrance of lotus flowers.

Following the needle, the extracted liquid was directed at the corners of Chaozi's mouth: one, two, three, and his lips twitched slightly......

There are a lot of things that can't be copied, even if you get the real thing. Only the lotus flower conceived by the most holy aura in heaven and earth can awaken the sleeping heart, and the holy lotus pure water is the same as those unique products listed in the history museum, which is the only one in the world.

It's not the triangular bronze tripod that Chaozi got back today, it's just a perfect replica of contemporary art.

Chaozi has always had an antique shop in the provincial capital, he has not been to the store for a long time and he is about to be forgotten by this river and lake, after returning from Tibet, he only feels refreshed and full of energy. Not long after staying at home, he dragged Zhuo Xiong to the provincial capital.

In the days of his absence, the antique collection market suddenly began to heat up, and several owners who had goods in their hands on this street were swept away, and the rest were some unpopular or outright fakes.

In the face of capital profits, with 50% of the profits, they will take risks; With 100% profits, they dare to trample on all the laws of the world; With a 300 percent profit, they dare to risk the gallows. In the turbulent times of gold, prosperous antiques, in this economic situation in 2000, a piece of Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain as long as it is poured into the hand, that is, an imported car earned into the bag.

In Chaozi's opinion, these are just good things, just things. In his eyes, the previous Tang Dynasty could be called the top grade, and the Qin and Han dynasties before that were the best, especially the jade, which can be said to be the peak, especially represented by the golden jade clothes. If you want to say that in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period in the future, it is basically a national treasure, and any one of them is priceless, and the era of rampant aristocracy has created a large number of high-quality products. But those who do their job know that in addition, there is also an artifact, and that is the Shang and Zhou eras.

After the Tang and Song dynasties, things can occasionally be seen in the market can still see one or two, the Ming and Qing dynasties are the mainstream, to say who has a hand before the Han Dynasty, that is basically the masterpiece of Tufuzi, whose treasure can be passed from top to bottom for 2,000 years without losing it?

The street where Chaozi is located was originally the ecliptic of Lin'an Mansion in the Southern Song Dynasty, that is, the Royal Street, where the emperor Lao'er traveled. There is a flower and bird market in this place, and a small broken street behind the Yingzang flower and bird market is the largest antique market in the area, which has been converted into Wushan Tongbao City.

Chaozi's shop was also there, and as soon as he came back, several bosses came to visit, and it seemed that those people had been waiting for him for a long time. It's normal for people in this business to close for a year or two and not open, because you have to collect all the good things yourself. As far as the border, close to the countryside, as long as you can find genuine goods. If you don't open for half a year, you can talk about this industry after half a year.

Because of his unique eyes and experience, and his father is Taishan Beidou in the circle, he does have a batch of good things in his hands, but he has a rule, that is, he never touches things from unknown sources. And because he has done archaeology in the past, China's ancient tombs are basically ten rooms and nine empty, so he hates tomb robbers very much.

Several bosses asked him to ask for goods, saying that a Hong Kong man came to the provincial capital recently, and he was very generous, and he bought all the decent things on this street, and recently contacted a group of local earth rats to ask them to buy the dead weapon.

Zhejiang is the land of fish and rice since ancient times, a rich place, from the Liangzhu jade culture of the new era to the Wuyue civilization in the Spring and Autumn Period, there are many noble tombs here, and the unearthed collections are exquisite, only the Yellow River Basin can be compared. In the past six months, the ancient tombs in the province have been stolen on a large scale, and the buyer is the Hong Kong businessman.

Chaozi couldn't get angry, and there was an item in his shop that he had picked up from the scrapyard, and it was a three-legged bronze tripod. When he got it, he only had two feet left, and the upper part was missing, so he used a few packs of cigarettes to pull it back. It turned out that there was a cultural relics restoration expert in the provincial museum, specializing in bronzes, and he was one of He Lao's protégés, so Chaozi pulled this thing to him and asked him to repair it. Judging from the remaining two feet and the bottom of the tripod, the actual age of this thing should be in the Warring States period, or even higher, judging from the missing body type, this thing was at least used by a princely level person at that time, because the tripod is the most representative of all the bronze artifacts that can represent the supreme power, and the concept of China's earliest power to dominate the world is directly related to the birth of the tripod.

If every existing bronze is a national treasure, then the king of bronzes is Ding. Antiques, not only compared to the age, material and shape, more precious is the history behind it, this two-thirds of the broken bronze has been restored and has been placed in the store as a façade, and the person who handled the restoration is the first person in the country in terms of old-fashioned skills, it can be said that not a connoisseur is not a connoisseur can not see at all.

Chaozi hated the tomb robbers the most, so he let out the news that he had a tripod in his hand to make a move, and now he was waiting for the Hong Kong businessman to come to the door. If the other party doesn't see the flaw, Chaozi plans to knock him hard, and if it comes out, then he is ready to give him a black meal, in short, he will never stop if he doesn't leave a lesson for him.

Cha Wenbin didn't know anything about this, he knew that he was not allowed to let Chaozi cause trouble, and he was going to stir up trouble as soon as he woke up, and with his personality, he would expel that bastard boy from the house, because he had more things to do: the two burned thread-bound books, which were too difficult for him to accept......