Looking at the pattern composed of metal strips, Tang Yu's cloudy eyes seemed to burst with brilliance, and they became much brighter.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the pattern above, his lips trembling slightly, his mouth slurred, not knowing what he was saying.

Suddenly, he picked up the basket that was on his lap and looked down, rubbing his fingers to the feet of the angler on the pattern.

Tang Entai looked at his fingers, but was suddenly stunned.

I saw a fish basket at the feet of the fishing man.

And the shape of that fish basket turned out to be exactly the same as the fish basket in Tang Yu's arms!

The same ears are broad-footed and round-bellied, and the same open mouth is raised.

The most important thing is that a statue of Guanyin can also be vaguely seen on the fish basket in the pattern, and the gesture is exactly the same as the statue of Guanyin on this fish basket.

How so?

Tang Entai was stunned.

He had brought the basket with him, and he had never seen it before.

But in this picture, how can there be a fish basket that is exactly the same as the one he brought?

Could it be that what Grandpa Tai has been looking for is actually the fish basket in this picture?

Although he knew that Grandpa Tai had been looking for this kind of fish basket with a statue of Guanyin, he was also deliberately looking for this kind of fish basket, wanting to please Grandpa.

But he didn't expect that he actually found a fish basket that was exactly the same as in this picture.

Is it a coincidence?

He felt a little woodened in his mind for a moment, and he didn't quite understand what this was about.

Tang Yumo held the fish basket on the pattern, and while looking at the fish basket in his hand, his eyes were very complicated.

"Atai..."

He suddenly whispered, "Do you know what this is?" ”

Tang Entai heard him call himself, and hurriedly replied: "I don't know, what kind of handicraft it looks like, grandpa, what is this?" ”

"This is..."

Tang Yu wanted to explain, but opened his mouth and didn't continue.

"What?"

Tang Entai thought he hadn't heard clearly, so he asked again.

"Ugh..."

Tang Yu sighed before explaining: "This is a family heirloom handed down from our ancestors, and it is also evidence that our ancestors met immortals. ”

"Huh?"

Tang Entai was stunned: "Meet the immortals? Isn't that a story? ”

"I used to think it was a story, but it wasn't."

Tang Yu shook his head and explained with a complicated expression: "You should know that I rebuilt the genealogy before, traced back to the source, and found out that the ancestor of our family was Taishan, a bamboo weaving master during the Warring States Period.

This is not nonsense, but there is conclusive evidence, and this copper slip is the most direct evidence. ”

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of flannel cloth, gently wiped the copper slip, and said, "This is what I got from the previous head of the family when I found our family's head of blood.

This is a symbol of the successive heads of our family, which has been passed down from more than 2,000 years ago to the present. ”

"More than two thousand years?"

Tang Entai looked at Tong Jian in shock.

He never imagined that these ordinary-looking metal bars were actually antiques handed down from more than 2,000 years ago.

"More than 2,000 years, it has to be the Warring States period, right?"

Tang Entai asked suspiciously: "This is handed down by Master Taishan?" ”

"Yes."

Tang Yu nodded: "This is a copper slip made by Master Taishan before his death, and he personally found Ou Yezi, a famous sword-casting master.

The painting above is the scene when Master Taishan met the immortals. ”

“……”

Hearing him mention the encounter with the immortal again, Tang Entai didn't know how to pick it up for a while.

But anyone who has gone to school knows that the gods and ghosts are just fictional images made up by the ancients in order to explain natural phenomena.

But listening to Tang Yu's words, he seems to believe in Master Taishan's encounter with immortals?

Tang Yu didn't notice Tang Entai's silence, and still said to himself: "It is recorded in the ancient books that Master Taishan was just the son of an ordinary craftsman, and later when he went into the mountains to cut bamboo, he met an immortal and had to teach him bamboo weaving techniques, and later became a generation of masters.

When later generations saw this record, they thought it was a rhetorical device and a fictional story.

But along with this set of bronze slips, there is also a set of genealogies, and there is a short article in the genealogy, which tells the story in detail.

The short text is the dictation of Master Taishan before his death, and he told future generations about the appearance of the immortals he met back then.

There is a lot of information mentioned in the short article, short hair, fishing rods, reels, fish baskets, and boxes that can release silent thunder and seduce souls.

Master Taishan himself was robbed of a trace of his soul by the immortals and sealed in a box, which he saw with his own eyes..."

Listening to Tang Yu's story, Tang Entai didn't care at first.

But when he heard the description of the immortal, the image of a modern angler came to his mind.

At that time, people had long hair, and Buddhism had not yet been introduced, so no one cut their hair short at all.

A fishing rod with a reel doesn't sound like a product of that era, does it?

Especially the box that emits silent thunder and seduces the soul, doesn't it sound like a camera or a mobile phone?

After realizing this, he couldn't help but ask, "Master Taishan has been photographed, right?" ”

"You think it's a camera, too?"

Tang Yu glanced up at him before he said solemnly: "The heads of the family have doubted the authenticity of this matter in the past generations, and it was not until the last century that the camera appeared, and the head of the family was convinced of the authenticity of this matter. ”

"It's not necessarily true, is it?"

Tang Entai hesitated: "It is not uncommon for many scammers to use some tricks and magic tricks to deceive. ”

"How do you explain the bamboo weaving technique?"

Tang Yu shook his head: "The problem is that the immortal didn't deceive Master Taishan at all, and he also taught him a set of bamboo weaving techniques."

Also, Master Taishan also mentioned that after he met the immortal, the immortal promised him to teach him the bamboo weaving technique the next day, but he waited a full year before seeing the immortal again.

But the immortal told him that he had just gone back to the house to get some things, but when he came out, it had already been a year.

This shows that the place where the immortal is located, the speed of time is different from reality. ”

Listening to his analysis, Tang Entai only felt that his scalp was itchy, as if he was about to grow his brain.

"Grandpa, do you think there are really immortals in this world?"

He asked tentatively.

"I don't believe in immortals."

Tang Yu shook his head.

"Oh, that's good..."

Tang Entai breathed a sigh of relief.

But Tang Yu opened his mouth and added: "However, I believe that there are aliens in this world. ”

“……”

Tang Entai was silent.

How did even the aliens rip out?

Is this writing science fiction?

A hint of flushing appeared on Tang Yu's face, and his breathing was a little heavy: "Throughout the ages, there have been many people who say that they have met immortals, or who teach immortal arts in their dreams, but there is no conclusive evidence.

But Master Taishan met the immortals, which is recorded in exact words and objects, which is definitely not a coincidence!

If there really are immortals... If there really are immortals... Immortality? ”

Perhaps he was too excited, he held on to the armrest, and suddenly couldn't help coughing.

Seeing him coughing, Tang Entai hurriedly stepped forward and patted him on the back.

Feeling the cough and vibration coming from his back, Tang Entai understood a little.

No wonder Grandpa Tai kept talking about fairy fate, it turned out that he didn't want to die.

After coughing for a long time, Tang Yu finally relieved his breath.

After breathing a sigh of relief, he asked, "Which master made this bamboo basket?" ”

5

(End of chapter)