I yawned, steadied myself, and said that there wouldn't be any treasure hidden in this, right? Then our museum will really become a treasure chest, and you can think about anything. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But I'm a little uneasy, after all, the last time in the attic, I was dragged to the brink of life and death.

I also gradually realized the meaning of Long Zhenyan's letter, why he told me not to learn from him, that is, I can't be afraid of death under any circumstances.

All right! I carefully peeled off the yellow cloth, and the contents gradually revealed their true face.

It is crossed by a red rope strung with the Seven Treasures of Buddhism.

Different scriptures have different translations of the Seven Treasures.

The seven treasures mentioned in the Amitabha Sutra translated by Kumarosh are gold, silver, glass, coral, clams, red beads, and manau;

Xuanzang's translation of the "Praise of the Pure Land Sutra" said that the seven treasures are gold, silver, Vedic glass, Po Gya, Mu Saluo Jielapa, Chi Zhenzhu, and Ashma Karma;

The seven treasures mentioned in the Prajna Sutra are gold, silver, glass, coral, amber, clams, and agate;

The seven treasures mentioned in the Lotus Sutra are gold, silver, glass, clams, agate, pearls, and roses.

In a general sense, the seven treasures of Buddhism refer to clams, blue sandstone, turquoise, yellow agate, lapis lazuli, agate, and red coral. Therefore, there are more than ten kinds of things that can be used as sacred relics of the Seven Treasures.

The discerning person sees that this is the stuff of Tibetan Buddhism, that is, chalcedony, beeswax, clams, pearls, coral, gold, and silver. It is called the "Seven Treasures of the West".

And the body of the thing is even more exquisite and dazzling.

It is rounded, shuttle-shaped, with one round pattern after another regularly arranged, it looks very much like human eyes, although I studied archaeology, but I have not studied miscellaneous pieces, such things are rare, but it can be seen that its age should be a long time.

I couldn't figure out what it was for a while, so I quickly put it in my pocket, and it seemed that there were many things going on here, so I decided to go home first, and then call the blind bear to discuss, maybe he was well-informed, and should have a better way than me.

All of a sudden, the sky was overcast, and I don't know where the cold wind came from, and when the wind blew, I seemed to feel a little cool.

I quickened my pace, and all these questions were not solved, and now there were so many more questions, my scalp was numb, and there was nothing I could do.

It's like a beast trapped in a cage, struggling desperately, to no avail.

I always felt that someone was following me along the way, but when I turned around, I couldn't see any suspicious people or things, maybe it was psychological!

When I returned to my shop, I found that there were still people coming in and out. But my mom wasn't in the store, and I heard from the guys in the store that my mom went back to my grandmother's house because she saw things and thought about people.

Alas! I felt a sour feeling in my heart, thinking that my mother's life was also hard, I didn't enjoy any happiness with my father when I was young, and finally the family conditions improved, and my father disappeared inexplicably.

It seems that I really have to find a way to get my old man back, because I firmly believe that he must be with Long Zhenyan and still alive.

I went into the house, found a secluded room and called the blind bear, I haven't seen him for a while, and I don't know how this kid is doing, or is it still out of tune?

Maybe I'm still looking up to him.

This kid should still be like that, I called five or six times, either no one answered, or the line was busy, it seems that there are a lot of people looking for him, maybe he is because of the resale of cultural relics, and it is unknown if he has committed a crime.

I thought to myself, this dead fat man will still drop the chain at a critical time, it hasn't changed at all, and the friend of life and death is so nonsensical. And at this time, no one can help me, and I feel very uncomfortable.

With nothing to do, and no other good ideas or clues, I began to play with this delicate treasure I found in the Long Zhen Shrine. I don't know what the reason is, but I was very sleepy, but I became more and more awake, especially when I played with this thing repeatedly with my hands, there was an inexplicable power surging in my body.

To put it mildly, it should be similar to the feeling of taking "tonics".

The more I stayed in the house, the more excited I became, and I wanted to go to the front desk to see the business, and by the way, blow the cold wind and calm down.

As soon as I arrived at the counter, the teller at the door called out to me, "Master, someone is looking for me!" ”

Our shop is in the antique business, and according to my father's rules, the titles and titles are still the same, although it sounds awkward, but I have been listening to it for a long time, and I am used to it.

I don't know if the guests who come and go think it's ridiculous when they hear it.

He was standing at the door, and the teller beckoned him to come in and introduced me as the owner of the store.

Because he is a businessman, it is also necessary to be attentive to customers.

I looked up and down, he should be a few years older than me, but he was half a head taller than me, I think I was in the upper middle size, at least 178cm tall, but this one looked much bigger than me.

People are also old-looking, not like the kind that looks annoying.

I think he can be regarded as positive, because there are not many young people who like this business, and I see the face of the common hobby, and I forcibly endure the attitude of antipathy to business, and greet him.

Now that the wind was blowing outside, my heart was hot, and I hurriedly told the teller to make tea, and asked him, "What are you looking for me?" Want to buy something? To go up to three generations of porcelain, or Burmese jadeite or jade. The calligraphy and paintings in our store are also very particular. ”

He didn't seem to be interested in what I was saying, but his eyes suddenly swept over my hand as if he had seen it somewhere, and I could clearly feel his excitement the same as when I first saw the artifact.

The cold wind blew again, and it blew in through the door, and I struck the spirit, and he smiled and said, "Do you sell this dzi in your hand?" ”

"Dzi?" I was surprised. It turns out that this thing is a dzi, no wonder it reveals an inexplicable mystery.

I said unhurriedly, "You know?" ”

He may have known that I was taking his words, and said rigorously, "I've only seen it on the Internet, and there aren't many on Taobao!" ”

I can only say "oh, oh......" twice.

But he suddenly became more interested, "I just want to buy this dzi in your hand, it looks pretty good, can you show me?" ”

I hesitated, the more he was so eager to buy it, the more I felt that this thing was extraordinary, and this may be the inherent vigilance in my genes.

Or to put it bluntly, it is the cunning inherited from the old fox to the little fox, which cannot be erased.

I thought to myself that this person is probably a veteran of the antique world, if I insist on saying that I will not sell, I must think that I deliberately deceive him, if I don't leave, I really have no way.

But if you sell it to him, it's simply impossible.

I nodded, and said lightly: "Ordinary objects, I play with them as a bracelet, they are not worth much, and they are not very interesting, and I am afraid that I will pit you if I sell them, you still have to look at the other things in this house, the price!" It's all negotiable. ”

He looked at me, and suddenly his hand was in his pocket, and I broke out in a cold sweat.