The reason why I can recognize this shroud as Qianlong's royal use is because on this shroud, the left shoulder, the right shoulder, the dense part between the umbilicus, the left knee, the right knee, the left foot, and the right foot are marked with Chinese characters.

This is exactly the same as the record of Qianlong's burial in the historical records!

Back then, Sun Dianying used explosives to blast the Yuling King Kong Wall, and all the treasures that the old man Qianlong loved all his life were robbed, and this shroud also failed to escape the catastrophe.

It's just that after so many years, this shroud has miraculously survived to the present, miraculously appeared in the world, and was miraculously picked up by me.

90,000 pieces will be leaked Qianlong shroud, this kind of heavenly luck is the only one in the world.

That is, I recognized the shroud, so I didn't dare to pick it up!

On the night of the leakage war, I used 3,950 yuan in cash to pick up the missing male and female seals, which was forced to carry the cause and effect.

And the Qianlong shroud, I really don't dare to pick it up.

Are you kidding!

This thing is not something that the king of Yama has to stand up and salute when he sees it, but the most evil curse that the old man Qianlong has been in the Netherworld for more than 70 years, and its lethality is more than 100,000 times greater than those bronzes, nine-hole jades and other underworld weapons that accompany the burial!.

Ordinary people use this to do a big death!

Don't say it's useful, even if you get started, you have to be cursed!

Even if it is wrapped in the robe of a virtuous monk, it can't suppress the blood curse and resentment from the old man Qianlong!

Even if I tried my best to minimize the burden of cause and effect, until now, I still have palpitations.

In the eighties and nineties, how many moats who got rich put bronze and nine-trick jade on the bedside to play with every day, and they were cursed by blood and died of bankruptcy.

Those are just princely ones!

This shroud is Qianlong's!

After listening to my brief explanation, the fifth master's chest was still undulating, and his big black nostrils kept spewing out hot breath like volcanic magma.

It can be seen that the fifth master's anger is very big. Blood-red eyes stared straight at me for a while, and suddenly picked up the embroidered gold-rimmed robe and looked at it over and over again, as if trying to find out the origin of the shroud.

In 1928, Yuling was purchased for zero yuan, and more than 70 years have passed, and the Shroud has never appeared on the market, and even the slightest wind has not been heard.

Now that the shroud has been born out of thin air, and there is a robe to wrap and suppress, there must be something strange in it.

It's just that no matter how the fifth master searched, he couldn't find any clues.

"Fifth master, you have to like it. Just keep it."

Hearing this, the fifth master raised his head suddenly, and his fierce eyes stared at me like wolf eyes, and with that fierce and ugly face like a half-orc, it made people shudder.

"This is the shame of Lao Tzu's love for Xinjueluo!"

"If Qianlong had listened to the words of Ai and Ortai back then, and had not chosen the auspicious land in Shengshuiyu, would there be any calamity in the future?"

"Shengshuiyu is better than Shuiyu, and there is water left."

"Yongzheng chose Jiufeng Chaoyang Mountain at the time, and in the process of building the mausoleum, he found that there was broken sand and gravel in the soil, although the scale was large but the shape was not complete, and the soil in the cave was with sand and gravel, which was really unusable, so he went to Xiling!"

"He, Qianlong, is a disobedient son, and he even dares to use the land that his own son abandoned. I also dare to point my own hole. you!"

The more he spoke, the more excited the fifth master became, and his voice became even more tyrannical and hoarse, as if his vocal cords were about to tear in the next second: "In the entire Qing Dongling, only Shunzhi sat on the True Dragon True Cave, which is also the only True Dragon True Cave in the Qing Dongling."

"The Kangxi Qianlong Xianfeng Tongzhi in the back all uses the shadow dragon den of the Shunzhi Dragon Cave. The four emperors all drank the oligarchic clear soup of the Shunzhi Dragon's Lair, how could it not be stolen!"

"The nine true dragons and true caves in the land of Longxing in Changbai Mountain, all of them should not have been seen by the mother. I just want to stay in this world of flowers, such a dynasty, such a family, there is no reason to die!"

The huge steel-seam warehouse was full of the hoarse and hysterical roar of the fifth master.

Zhong Xiaojing's sound of snoring and sleeping was completely out of place with such a scene.

I frowned and listened silently, but secretly I didn't think so

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In fact, what the fifth master said was right, but the fifth master didn't say anything.

The Ming Dynasty fell, and how many people fought back and fought to the last man. Heroic!

In the final battle of Yashan, 100,000 sons and daughters of the Han family sank into the sea and died together. Famous in history!

When the Manchu Qing Dynasty died, the whole country celebrated with a crown, except for those who left the old and the young, Shenzhou was full of singing and dancing.

You treat the people as dogs, and the people treat you as dogs!

That's what the fifth master didn't say!

Silently took out this last surprise gift and put it on the table, and quietly left.

The next night, I arrived at the steel slit warehouse at eleven o'clock on time, and the shroud was neatly folded and placed on the table, but the robe that suppressed the shroud was gone.

There were also very fine gold particles on the ground, which were supposed to be the product of the melting of the gold edges on the robe.

I didn't see any fame in that robe, and if it was burned, it would be burned.

Zhong Xiaojing next to him was gobbling up, and the fifth master here was sitting at the table welded with steel plates and looked at me coldly.

On the cold 304 stainless steel tabletop, a large wooden board was laid for the first time.

On the wooden board, there is an ancient painting in black and black.

"Where did this painting come from?"

"Lotus Mountain."

"The Zhu family's mausoleum keeper?"

"I don't know. It should be."

"What's the name of this painting?"

"It's not named. You take one."

The fifth master, who didn't close his eyes for a day and a night, snuffed out the cigarette butt, got up and went to the ancient painting and looked at it carefully for a long time: "This Song painting is a top national treasure. Let's call it a monkey picture."

I was stunned: "Drawing a monkey? Shouldn't it be a bear?"

"What are your eyes? It's two monkeys, one big and one small!"

"How did Old Man Cao teach you?"

I leaned closer to the ancient painting to take a closer look, and couldn't help but gasp: "Have you washed it?"

"I only washed it once."

The fifth master's eyes were red, but he didn't leave Song Hua for a second, and said quietly, "It's too precious. Don't dare to wash it."

Turning his head, the fifth master said coldly, "Old man Cao didn't teach you to wash and repair paintings?"

"He teaches a fart. I taught myself."

The Song paintings that he picked up when he helped Wang Yong look at the tomb in Lotus Mountain that day have now revealed some of their true faces.