Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 348
The long-lost sunny day!

The sky outside fell in and splashed on Professor Han's face. Professor Han suddenly opened his eyes. He was confused for a moment, and then jumped up from the bed.

"Someone..."

He touched his pillow, touched the kitchen knife under the pillow, and then saw the stick standing beside the bed.

All in place.

like a nightmare...

But is it really a nightmare?

Professor Han was taken aback and turned his gaze to the door.

The door is safe and secure, there is no problem, and the door lock is also good.

I touched my side, the stick beside me was still there, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Many cultural relics have been destroyed.

In the fire pond, a large number of flames were about to turn red and white, and the surrounding space was wrinkled.

Probably after Wuding.

Xun Yanyu's work is very neat. Even in the circle, he is also a highly skilled boss. Judging from the shape of the bronze ware inside, he should belong to the late Shang Dynasty.

Suddenly there was thunder outside.

Aware of this familiar sacrificial method, whether it is the still existing Taoist Iron Crown or the rest of the "life", they all avoid this place.

【Send that little pig, kill this big one】

In the kiln.

Through this wind-like sharp female voice came out.

Fortunately, the chief priest and the sacrificial sacrificial person stay in one place now, and there is no need for these. He buried himself in the kiln soil, put the source seed on himself, and then started refining.

When he comes back, ask him how he is doing.

He couldn't find any trace.

Lin Feng had a clear understanding, and he felt the pain like tearing through his body.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, it is always good to record it. He did not make a judgment on it. He made a judgment after waiting for Lin Feng to come back.

Even the recorder who should not express emotions, but should only repeat the facts, expressed regret. After all, they are pure people and they want to protect cultural relics.

Hearing these voices, the old buddies actually started to tremble. These old buddies all curled up in one place, and they began to worship the sign in front of them devoutly, praying for the protection on the sign.

No, not two.

He called the past and said what he had drafted in advance.

Looking at the ground again, the ground is also very clean, and there are no confession notes.

Dodging the rain from the sky.

The signal was very smooth, and the curator on the opposite side didn't notice the problem—this was his private whitelist phone number, and according to the logic, people who weren't in the whitelist couldn't get through.

It turned into a ghost here.

There was rain in the sky, but even Lin Feng's "old buddies" who stayed here hid themselves in the small building, not daring to go out.

They were all branded on the bronze.

It calls nothing.

The whole tone reveals a kind of gloomy.

Even the Yin God is avoiding here from a distance, as if there is an overlord-like Yin thing here.

[To keep the guests, and to drink wine]

【I draw my bow, hold my arrow】

It's getting windy outside.

While he was on the phone, he completely forgot what Lin Feng said - "Only landlines and tractor computers can make online calls here, Professor Han, don't forget", but he really forgot and got through.

[Ascend to the Great Monastery, follow its ugliness]

It's a pity that Professor Han is not sensitive to this, he can't understand the scene at all, he just took out the materials, and then made a few more calls, and got a call from the director of the Central Plains Museum.

One please two, please come to Xun Yanyu to lead the team.

A face, observing all the scenes below with suspicion.

Not only that, but there is still a small problem with such a grand ceremony, that is, "space", Lin Feng didn't understand it before, but now he understands it, there is another thing that the chief priest should learn.

Sometimes it is as heavy as a gale passing through.

"Hmm, it's not troublesome."

Seen from a distance, the clouds here pile up like a thick mountain.

Really put all my heart and soul into my studies, forgetting to sleep and eat.

Time just passed by day by day.

A lot of strange noises also began to appear on the sign that said "Compile" in front of me.

A Yin God began to approach.

is three.

He simply forgot to eat.

Professor Han thanked you again and again.

I don't know how many years, the two most violent and confusing things contained in it, in the form of mantras, passed the brand of karmic fire from the soil, and branded it on the bronze ware.

After a while, the fax machine here started to work, and Professor Han also saw those "records" at that time.

But this poem is not supposed to be like this.

Ordinary bronzes are not enough to rub these traces.

This shows that the owner of this breath, his breath is not right. This is the first time that Lin Feng held a real big sacrifice. Even if he is the chief priest, he is also the one who enjoys the sacrifice. This is also the first time for this kind of sacrifice.

Most of the bronze wares of the Yin and Shang Dynasties are of Taotie pattern.

According to the principle, those documents cannot be photocopied.

There are also several photos on it, which are the skeletons inside the bronze vessel.

It is incompatible with what I originally wanted to express.

Those yin gods with weak strength also retreated.

Professor Han closed his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, and began to think carefully.

[Tianche is good, Simu Kongfu]

These bronze vessels all have data on them.

It started when a group of developers wanted to develop a big project, but a stunned young man came to the construction team.

But the two here, except for the texture, are really alike.

Until now, it is very strange that no one in the field of historians has set a charter for this pattern.

And draw the scene in the hallucination.

After all, the shape of the utensils is the shape, but each Yin Shang bronze ware is unique, because the mold is unique, even if the same craftsman cannot make two bronze ware that are exactly the same.

Professor Han carefully identified these data, the more he identified, the more he frowned, and in the end, he stopped talking.

A yin god walked in first, his figure was extremely tall, and the way of killing was unknown.

Soon, he touched the center of his brows and found a similar one, but it was a bit too similar.

Sometimes light as a breeze.

The record was cut off from here, because the Central Plains had "heavy rain" in those few months, which was quite rare. For this, the above record was "a rare heavy rain in 500 years", which flooded the site, and when it was dug up later , most of the utensils inside were destroyed.

Listen carefully, like a woman hanging her voice.

Professor Han subconsciously felt that something was wrong. He patrolled around but found nothing.

divination.

There is also the evil in the fire of karma.

This bronze vessel is also a tripod.

Thunder was heard.

It is indeed the style of the late Yin and Shang Dynasties.

He dug up the tomb, but instead of filling it with cement, he chose to report it to the local cultural relics bureau.

【Auspicious day Gengwu, send me a horse】

At this time, Professor Han, who was studying and studying, felt an indescribable feeling, that kind of hallucination, and his whole body was hot.

[It turns out that offering incense is aimed at intentions]

Even forgetting the time, the wind outside turned into a gust of wind, and black shadows kept impacting the vicinity.

She is reading poetry.

But I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

He stood up.

[Beasts are the same, deer and deer]

In the end, it turned into a gust of wind.

Their power penetrated into [Guanshan Kiln Factory] by various strange means, waiting for an opportunity.

The on-site record this time is very well recorded, with blue ink, and the person who recorded this incident wrote very well and standardizedly.

Through divination, the direction is shown.

The well-cooked wood guest is now regarded as sacrificial incense.

There are a few huge and powerful Yin gods coveting here desperately, but they are all hesitant.

But the relatively powerful Yin Gods on this mountain have disappeared.

Thunder rumbled.

After a quarter of an hour.

"Hi, hello, I'm..."

He can be regarded as a humanoid retriever, but he is not a humanoid library. He took out a USB flash drive, plugged it into the tractor computer, and began to search for something similar to this bronze vessel.

Lin Feng here, he must know more than himself.

He had never been to the toilet at the back of this small building. There was a toilet above this small building, so he didn't need to go there to go to the toilet.

But the thunder inside and outside the kiln is not the same thunder.

"The books are not with me."

Judging from the photos, it is indeed a mess.

The smell of sacrificial incense penetrated into Lin Feng's nose like two green dragons, and Lin Feng's "meaning" began to become more solid.

【Auspicious day, we pray for you both】

As a result, people from the local Cultural Relics Bureau came. They saw this scene and felt that they could not handle it. This might be another Yin Shang tomb, so they sealed off the scene and asked for help.

Someone above circled it with a red oil pen, took a deep breath, and Professor Han observed it carefully.

On top of this brand, the breath is very "awkward".

Everything that happened last night was like a dream.

Hearing that Professor Han dragged him to do such a thing, the curator was also surprised.

In principle, if it’s not possible, it’s possible. The curator thought about it and said, do you have a fax machine?Send it to your fax machine.

Of course, the gluttonous pattern is one type, and the gluttonous patterns of different periods are also different. The problem is that this time they saw a new pattern in a group of gluttonous patterns.

However, that is "impossible in principle".

After sitting up and sitting on the bed for a long time, Professor Han went out to run and dance for a while, had breakfast, sat in front of the desk, took out a pen, and faithfully recorded what happened last night.

The Yin God disappeared again, but the bleak wind and rain outside became even more excessive. The wind passed through the windows that hadn't been closed, forming a sharp and terrifying sound.

But Professor Han didn't notice it, he was immersed in the copybook.

Now seeing the cultural relics being destroyed in front of him, it is naturally heartbreaking.

In these photos, Professor Han looked at them one by one, and the person who took the photos was also an insider.

While he was doing this, the sky on the side of the kiln was covered by dark clouds, and the strange aura kept growing.

The source species are different.

On the sacrificial vessel, they saw a kind of scorching fire, with the pattern of an eye hidden in it.

……

Professor Han can always wake up every night. He can remember some things, but most of them cannot be found.

I don't know if Lin Feng still remembers the inn deep in Xiangxi.

It's somewhat similar to an inn.

A fixed point on the Yin Meridian, but compared with the inns deep in Xiangxi, not many people like to stay here.

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(End of this chapter)