Tian Menjiang didn't care about speaking, and his whole body was in a hurry, and he was sweating profusely after a while. However, the color on the fingers slowly returned to normal, and the frost on the epidermis turned into water vapor and disappeared. Tian Menjiang stopped his movements, gasped and said:

"I'll strangle it, my finger was almost abolished, what did Lao Chu do?!"

"When you encounter something you don't know, don't touch it casually! This is a truth that eight or nine-year-old children know, and I think you are not as good as an eight- or nine-year-old child! If you don't change this reckless mistake, you will be offended in the future!" Chu Bing's martial arts have been running for a few weeks, and his true qi has recovered a lot, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Tianmen Jiang was exercising his skills to ward off the cold, so he opened his mouth and said a few words to him.

"Lao Chu, let me explain, what is this bowl, is it a real Xinglin Chunyan bowl? What is the liquid in this bowl, it is unbelievably cold!" Tian Menjiang didn't care about Chu Bing's nagging at all, he just wanted to know what was going on with this bowl.

"This Xinglin Spring Swallow Bowl is not only genuine, but also a spiritual artifact. It should be the yin bowl that Lin Shidong fished up. As for the liquid in the bowl, it is the water condensed by the negative aura transformed into this bowl!" Chu Bing came to the bowl and said as he looked at the faint water vapor above the Xinglin Chunyan bowl.

"Aura?didn't the old man in Zhuangzi say that the aura in the world has almost dissipated, and this bowl can be made out of nothing?" Tian Menjiang held his fingers, which were slowly thickening and reddening, and said suspiciously.

Chu Bing thought about what Nanming Fujun had said, and replied:

"The aura between heaven and earth is indeed scarce, almost non-existent. But in some objects, there is still some aura. And the power of this bowl is very magical, it can transform the true qi in my body into spiritual energy. However, this thing is too dangerous, and after only a little visit, it will suck out eighty percent of my true qi from my body! If my true qi is not enough, it may cause damage to my foundation. ”

After speaking, Chu Bing asked the old man for a small glass bottle, poured the water of spiritual energy in the bowl of Xinglin Chunyan into the bottle, and firmly closed it with a lid. Tianmen Jiang sighed, I heard the old man in Zhuangzi once say that aura is a good thing. It can wash the marrow and refine the bones, strengthen the muscles and muscles, and it seems that it can also cure all kinds of diseases and eliminate the hidden dangers of physical injuries and diseases. Thinking of this, Tian Menjiang suddenly remembered the dragon tooth meteorite, it seems that the dragon tooth meteorite has this function!

"Old Liu, how did you get this Xinglin Chunyan Bowl?" Chu Bing asked as he looked at Liu Jianting.

Liu Jianting stroked his beard and said:

"A few days ago, when I had nothing to do, I went to Jiliu Town on the outskirts of the provincial capital. There is a ghost market there, where people of all religions and nine streams set up stalls, and they can often get some good things. Because a lot of things are unknown, it opens at midnight and closes in the early morning. I remember entering the ghost market that day, and I didn't go far before I saw a stall. The stall was special, on a foam cushion, with nothing but a porcelain bowl. ”

I was a little curious, so I went up and looked at the porcelain bowl. At that time, the more I looked at it, the more I felt that the porcelain bowl was good, so I negotiated with the stall owner, and the stall owner bid 80,000 yuan, and I didn't bargain at that time, so I bought the porcelain bowl. When I got home, I searched the Internet for the origin of the porcelain bowl, and I was a little surprised that it was the Xinglin Chunyan bowl. ”

"But I only thought it was a high-imitation porcelain bowl, after all, the Xinglin Chunyan bowl is so famous, it stands to reason that the people who sell it will not know its value. But the next day an old friend came to my house to play, and when he saw the bowl, he said it must be genuine. Although the Xinglin Chunyan bowl is cherished, it is not too few. ”

"On a whim, I posted a photo of this bowl on the Internet. After that, you know, Mayor Zhou contacted me. ”

"Old Liu, do you remember what the bowl seller looks like?"

"Naturally, I remember, knowing that you are coming, I have already drawn the man's appearance, which should not be much different from me. As he spoke, the old man took out a piece of paper from a wooden box on the painting case and handed it to Chu Bing.

Chu Bing looked at the portrait on the paper and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Tian Menjiang, who was holding his fingers, hurriedly walked to Chu Bing's side, looked down, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and then said with admiration:

"Old Liu, you are too modest! This portrait is even clearly drawn with a single strand of hair, you are not painting, this is a photo!"

The image of a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old boy leaps impressively onto the page. With a pair of slender slitted eyes, a hooked nose, thin lips, and a shiny mid-parted traitor head, Liu Jianting not only painted the appearance, but also the inside. Anyone can feel that the kind of people in the painting are obscene?

After Tian Menjiang finished admiring it, he told the process of the official about Lin Shidong's case. When Liu Jianting heard this, he also sighed. How can we tell who is good and who is bad in this case? In the final analysis, it is nothing more than a tragedy caused by different positions.

"Where is that yang bowl now? It can't still be in that Lei Zeming's hand, right?" asked Liu Jianting. As an old-fashioned cultural person who studied traditional Chinese culture from a young age, he naturally knows the extraordinaryness of spiritual weapons. If it's an ordinary Xinglin Chunyan bowl, it doesn't matter, after all, it's just a mundane thing that can be measured by money. The spirit weapon is different, it can be called a real treasure of the country!

If such a treasure falls into the hands of a businessman, it will feel like a pearl is secretly invested.

"How can that, whether he takes it for himself or sells it, it's illegal. Lei Zeming is a very shrewd person, and he has already handed it over to the Donglin City Museum. Tian Menjiang raised his finger and said. Now the finger is two or three times thicker than the others, like a carrot.

That's right, such a treasure, ordinary people are not virtuous enough, even if they forcibly take it for themselves, it is a curse rather than a blessing. It is better to dedicate it to the country. Liu Jianting said this, lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head again to look at Tian Menjiang and said:

"Xiao Tian, you help me go to the second shelf in the west to get the brocade box. At the bottom of the shelf there are two empty brocade boxes. ”

Tian Menjiang walked over, found an empty brocade box, looked at it over and over again, and didn't find anything special, so he asked suspiciously:

"Old Liu, what are you doing with this empty brocade box?"

Liu Jianting took the brocade box, wrapped the Xinglin Chunyan bowl in brocade silk and put it in the box, solemnly handed it to Tianmenjiang, and then said:

"If it is according to my original idea, the porcelain bowl should be handed over to Chu Bing to hand it over on his behalf. After all, Chu Bing is steady, Xiao Tian, you are too impetuous, I am a little worried. But think about it after all, you are an official person, or it is better for you to hand it in. You will hand it over to the Donglin City Museum on my behalf, after all, the Yang Bowl is there. Yin and yang are combined, treasures have spirits, and they must be happy together. ”

Tian Menjiang was holding a brocade box in his hand, and he really admired the old man in his heart. Objects worth hundreds of millions of dollars will be donated if they say they will be donated! If they were themselves, they would not be able to do this. But thinking about it again, Tian Menjiang was a little aggrieved, because he was a policeman, so he reluctantly let himself turn it in. What's the matter, I'm so unreliable and unpopular!