When Cheng Mo walked into the reading room, he saw the whole picture of the room clearly, the room was not big, about forty square meters, the room looked a little messy, there were a lot of replicas of Qin figurines on the side facing the door, as well as the reduced version of the copper car and bronze tripod, there was no calligraphy and painting on the wall, but there were a lot of scrolled cylindrical stickers in the corner, and it was vaguely clear that all the small seals and large seals were clearly seen

On the right side of the door is a mahogany bookcase to the top, the glass door of the bookcase is densely packed with all kinds of books, most of them are historical books, there are 24 original works such as the public's "Historical Records", there are niche "Bamboo Book Chronicles", there are "Zizhi Tongjian" of the Song Dynasty, there are "Siku Quanshu" of the Qing Dynasty, there are "Outline of Chinese History" compiled by Huaxia itself, and there are also "Cambridge Chinese History" from Cambridge

There are no other decorations in the bookcase, only red, black, and blue tomes that will occupy a whole wall of bookcases are full, Cheng Mo glanced at it roughly, most of them are books about the Qin Dynasty, "Excavation Report of the No. 1 Pit of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang", "Archaeological Discoveries and Research of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang", "Research on the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang", "Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit", "Excavation Report of Qin Tombs and Bronze Chariots and Horses", "Qin Dynasty Pottery Text", "Qin Script Edition", "Qin Tong Fake Text Collection"

Cheng Mo knew that most of the books about the Qin Dynasty were compiled by the gray-haired old man in front of him, and Professor Yuan Zhongyi was not only a master of "Qin Warriors", but also an expert in various languages in the Qin Dynasty, among which "Qin Dynasty Taowen", which was awarded the first prize of the National Excellent Book Award, was edited by Professor Yuan Zhongyi.

Cheng Mo looked at Yuan Zhongyi, who was engrossed, combing his back hair, and the gray-haired old man was wearing a flip book finger cover, flipping through a book with yellowed pages or vertical traditional Chinese characters, so solemn, it was obvious that this book was an ancient book with collectible value. Cheng Mo was not born to call Professor Yuan's name immediately, and he knew best that when he read a book seriously, he was very disgusted by others disturbing him, especially when he was engrossed.

So Cheng Mo didn't speak, just stood and sat with his fingers pressing the text and slowly moved down to Yuan Zhongyi, who was reading the book, and waited quietly, the middle-aged woman wanted to pat Professor Yuan's shoulder to remind him, but Cheng Mo gently waved his hand to signal no, so the middle-aged woman smiled at Cheng Mo, and did not slap the hand waving in the air.

The sun shone on the desk with glass sheets, and there were many photos under the transparent glass sheets, most of which were black and white, almost all of them were photos with terracotta figurines and bronzes, and Cheng Mo could vaguely see Professor Yuan's eyebrows, Professor Yuan was very young and handsome at that time, squatting in the ash pit with an archaeological brush and carefully dusting the terracotta figurines

Under the entire desk, there are almost all photos taken by Yuan Lao at various excavation sites, and there are no photos with any Chinese leaders and foreign celebrities, Cheng Mo's inner reverence arises spontaneously, because his father is also like this, most scholars of unpopular disciplines are living in the room, clean themselves, have no quarrel with the world, maintain their pure virtues, and ignore the world's glory and glory, just to pursue the truth outside the material.

Even some of the more part-of-the-road subjects, such as astronomy, oceanography, geology, and philosophy that Cheng Mo likes, belong to more lonely and lonely majors, and if you choose this major, if you are not a rich second generation, you are doomed to stick to poverty, unless you give up your major and go to other professions

Although Cheng Mo is reluctant to be these people, he still has special respect for such people, especially after returning from the Pantheon.

I don't know how long it took, but it wasn't until Yuan Zhongyi took off his fingers to serve the teacup that the middle-aged woman standing behind spoke: "Professor Yuan, the students introduced by President Hu to ask you questions have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Yuan Zhongyi paused for a moment, and turned his head to look at Cheng Mo, "I'm sorry, little classmate, I'm too involved in watching it, don't blame it, don't blame it."

Cheng Mo hurriedly bowed slightly, "Originally, the students came to disturb you, and if you are willing to take the time to answer questions, the students are very grateful." ”

Yuan Zhongyi smiled "haha", "Good! good!"

The middle-aged woman standing behind hurriedly said loudly: "Elder Yuan, this student said that he was very embarrassed to come over to disturb you, and I am grateful that you are willing to take the time to see him." ”

Yuan Zhongyi put down his hand on the table, and said with a slightly embarrassed expression: "I thought he asked me if I was in good health!"

The middle-aged woman turned her head to Cheng Mo and said, "You have to speak louder, Yuan is old, and his ears are a little back." ”

Yuan Zhongyi hurriedly said: "The ears are back, but the age is not too big, Peng Zushou is 880 years old, I am only a fraction of the head, what kind of age." ”

The middle-aged woman walked over and closed the door of the reading room, turned to Yuan Lao and confessed her mistake, "Yes! Yes! You are still young, I said it was wrong!"

"Oh, that's right!" Yuan Zhong nodded, picked up the teacup and took a sip of strong tea covered with green leaves, and immediately said to the middle-aged woman: "Xiao Qian, hurry up and pour tea with someone!"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot!" The middle-aged woman turned around and bent down to get the thermos pot that was resting in the corner, shook it, and found that there was no water in it, so she said, "I'll go burn it now!"

Yuan Zhongyi smiled bitterly and turned to Cheng Mo and said, "I don't usually have anyone here here, I'm sorry for the poor preparation." ”

Cheng Mo hurriedly waved his hand and said loudly: "It doesn't matter, I don't drink." ”

Yuan Zhongyi said to the middle-aged woman: "Go and buy a drink for the little classmates! Now the young people who drink strong tea like our bad old man! After a pause, Yuan Zhong said to Cheng Mo: "Little classmate, do you want Coca-Cola or iced tea, or something else?"

Cheng Mo said sincerely: "Mr. Yuan, I really don't need to, I don't drink drinks, I just have some questions about the Qin Dynasty and want to consult you, as long as you help me solve my doubts, I am happier than anything to drink." ”

Yuan Zhongyi is not a hypocritical person, he nodded, and waved his hand very magnificently, "Okay! When it comes to the question of the Qin Dynasty, I can answer you no matter what the question is, if I can't answer it, no one will answer" Then Yuan Zhongyi sighed, "There was another one in the first 2 years, but I have already gone to the west!"

Cheng Mo knew that Yuan Zhongyi was referring to the late Yang Hongxun, an archaeological architect from Tsinghua University, but in fact, Yang Hongxun and his father were colleagues, so Cheng Mo lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice: "The death of Mr. Yang is a great loss to the Chinese archaeological community. ”

Hearing that Cheng Mo directly guessed who he wanted to say, Yuan Zhongyi's eyes lit up, and he looked at Cheng Mo, "Whose student are you?"

"I was a high school student. Cheng Mo hesitated and said.

Yuan Zhongyi didn't mind Cheng Mo's young age, and asked with interest: "What?

Cheng Mo said: "No, I've been writing an article on the Internet recently, I just want to know about the Qin Dynasty's spiritualism, so I asked the elders to contact you, hoping that you can give me some advice." ”

Yuan Zhongyi suddenly realized, but was a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything, just turned around, faced Cheng Mo, picked up the cup and took a sip of strong tea, then covered the lid and said: "The pre-Qin soul summoning customs and spiritualism are very interesting things, but there are not many studies in this area, and I only know a little bit about it, let me talk about it roughly! In the pre-Qin era, people generally believed that life was formed by the change of vitality. The soul is yang, the spirit is yin, and the soul will merge into a concrete life. At the beginning of life, people have a spirit attached to the body, the spirit is the soul, and the body is the spirit. When a person is about to die, the soul will return to the sky, and the form will return to the earth. This is the process of reincarnation of human life. If a person's soul leaves the body, it will cause illness in the short term, and death in the long term. Therefore, in the pre-Qin customs, there was a ritual of rejuvenating the soul. This custom was later incorporated into the ritual and became an integral part of ancient funeral rites, which the Confucian classics called 'fu'. 'Fu' means to restore the scattered wandering soul to its form. In the pre-Qin hierarchical society, the etiquette of conjuring spirits had different rules depending on the identity of the deceased. ”

According to the "Funeral of the Rite of Rites", if the scholar dies, if the soul is summoned by one person, if the king dies, the ritual of conjuring the soul is more complicated and the scene is more grand. The monarch has a special spirit-summoning official, named Xia Cai. In addition, there are sacrificial servants and subordinate servants, who also participate in their affairs. "Zhou Li, Heavenly Official" recorded: after the death of the Son of Heaven and the monarch, this kind of spiritualist ritual has continued to the Qing Dynasty, and the T-shaped silk book unearthed from the tomb of Xin Chai is the spiritualist flag, and the burial system is called the spiritualist rejuvenation. ”

Yuan Zhongyi probably spoke for more than half an hour, and Cheng Mo also listened carefully for more than half an hour, but he didn't hear the details he needed.

Yuan Zhongyi frowned, "Most of them are silk books, and they are later cited by Taoism and called Lingqi, according to the classics, there are also wooden pillars, but so far no wooden pillars have been found."

Cheng Mojian finally talked about the issues he was concerned about, and asked: "What you are talking about is just the way to recruit souls, which starts immediately when people die, so I want to ask if there is a way to recruit souls?"

Yuan Zhongyi closed his eyes and thought about it, frowned and said: "This question seems to have been asked to me, but I can't remember who it is" After a while, Yuan Zhongyi knocked his head, shook his head and said: "I'm old, why can't I think of it?"

"Oh! Actually, there is no record of this way of summoning souls, but a poem "Conjuring Spirits" that has been handed down has described it, in fact, Qu Yuan's "Lisao" and "Nine Songs" both talk about conjuring souls."

Then Yuan Zhongyi began to talk about the witches of the Chu State again, and continued to talk about how the witches spread to the Qin Dynasty.

It was not until the sun went down that the middle-aged woman told Yuan Zhongyi that he had to go back, and Yuan Zhongyi stopped and asked, "Little classmate, do you want to go to my house for a meal?"

Although Cheng Mo wanted to go very much, he felt that it was too uninteresting to come to the door to eat for the first time, so he quickly shook his head, just took out a note with a small seal from his pocket, handed it to Yuan Zhongyi, and asked: "Mr. Yuan, may I ask what word this □ should be?"

Yuan Zhongyi took the note, shook his head and read it: "The Son of Heaven is twelve people, each serving the court clothes, and returning to the temple of Taizu." When ascending from the east and north, and going up to the west, the clouds: "Gao, the Son of Heaven is restored!" Ascend from the rank and enter the corpse. But if you don't do it, you will die. ”

After reading it, Yuan Zhong paused for a moment, "It seems that someone showed me the same thing two years ago, and they also asked me what this □ represents."

Cheng Mo was shocked, "Is it?Old Mr. Yuan, can you easily reveal who brought it to you?"

Yuan Zhongyi supported the table with one hand and the note in the other, frowned again, and said after a long time: "Now my memory is getting worse and worse, I really can't remember."

Cheng Mo was a little disappointed, "Then you should know what word or word this □ represents, right?"

Yuan Zhong smiled, "Of course I know, the eaves, this □ refers to the eaves, the whole paragraph is when the soul of the Son of Heaven is recruited, twelve people wearing court clothes stand in the temple of Taizu, from the east eaves to the roof, holding the clothes worn by the emperor before his death, calling the name of the emperor three times to the north, beckoning the return of the soul." The garments are then cast into the bamboo hoops of the vestibule, and the spiritualists retreat from the cornices to the west. The vestibule garment ascends the steps and covers the body of the deceased. If the deceased is not resuscitated, it is a real death, and it is time to handle the funeral."

Yuan Zhongyi explained the whole paragraph clearly, Cheng Mo was relieved, fantasized about the grand occasion at that time, and hurriedly said: "Thank you"

Yuan Zhongyi waved his hand, "What is there to thank you for, I also have to thank you, chatted with me for an afternoon, I said little classmate, I see that you are also very interested in history, and you know a lot, are you interested, take the entrance examination to the archaeology department of our Chang'an Jiaotong University?"

Of course, Cheng Mo can't say that he hasn't thought about it! Nodding and saying: "I'm still very interested in history, but there are still two years before the college entrance examination, so I'm thinking about this now."

Yuan Zhongyi stood up from the chair and patted Cheng Mo on the shoulder with a smile, "When the time comes, remember to apply for our Chang'an History Department!

"Surely, then Mr. Yuan, I'll leave first! I'm really sorry to delay you for so long!" said Cheng Mo and bowed to Yuan Zhongyi.

"It's okay, it's okay!, what's your name?" Yuan Zhongyi waved his hand.

"Cheng Mo. ”

"Cheng Mo" Yuan Zhongyi repeated with some surprise, as if he remembered something half, and suddenly asked, "What is the relationship between you and Cheng Yongze?"

Seeing Yuan Zhongyi's expression, Cheng Mo's heart suddenly rose, "He, he is my father." ”

Yuan Zhongyi slapped his thighs one by one, and suddenly said: "Yes, it was your father two years ago, who came to me and showed me the same note."