Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

The peaks are silent, mysterious and solemn.

The cold wind was biting, and the withered yellow leaves were flying in the wind, gently tapping on the car windows.

The mountain ridge is like an ax standing upside down, and the off-road vehicle is like an ant climbing the back of a cow, slowly crawling forward.

There was a steep slope on one side and a cliff on the other. Glancing through the car window, Su Xiu retracted her gaze in fear.

Panic arose spontaneously, dizziness was like a tide, and a stuffy feeling arose in the chest and abdomen.

"Left...left station, stop the car...and walk over?"

Zuo Peng hesitated for a moment, then slowly stopped, and several people got out of the car.

There were ruts ahead. Looking straight ahead, Su Xiucai realized that although the mountain was steep and the cliffs were sharp, the slope was very wide and not as dangerous as she had imagined.

But it was so scary that she would rather walk than take the car.

Zuo Peng led the way, and the three of them followed behind. After crossing a ridge, the terrain suddenly became brighter.

The mountain at the foot gradually leveled off, and in the distance there were strange peaks protruding, like a big bulge on the back of a cow, and a ridge stood abruptly.

Further forward, two mountain peaks pointed slantingly at the sky, like two forked horns.

A pickup truck was parked on the top of Guling, but there was no one in the car.

Zuo Peng pressed the intercom: "Teacher Li, Teacher Li, we are on the mountain."

"Have you seen the drone? We are here... remember to go around from the east, the mountains are flatter!"

Several people raised their heads: a small black spot hung on the mountain peak on the right, and the lights flashed twice.

It didn't look far away, maybe a kilometer at most.

Zuo Peng replied: "Okay, I'll be there soon!"

Right now, half an hour later.

In a mountain sheltered from the wind, four people sat in a circle. The ground was covered with plastic sheets and several self-heating lunch boxes were placed.

Su Xiu was stunned: Is this Li Ding'an?

She suddenly felt several decades older... It was no exaggeration, she was a little afraid to recognize him for a while.

His hair was messy, sitting on top of his head like tangled grass, his beard was unkempt, his skin was dark and red, and his whole face was covered with cracks like spider webs.

The neck is covered with dirt, the dry skin on the lips is piled on top of each other, the fingers are dark and rough, and the back of the hands is full of deep bloody mouths...

Li Ding'an was surprised to see Yu Huiyin and stood up with his lunch box in hand.

The wind blew "whirring", and in the blink of an eye, a layer of sand fell on the rice.

With a mouthful still in his mouth, he chewed twice subconsciously: "Click... click..."

Yu Huiyin's nose felt sore, and tears fell down in a flash.

"Don't cry, or I'll give you a few cracks on your face in just a short while..." Li Ding'an quickly put down the lunch box and wiped her tears, "I told you to stay in the hotel..."

The fingers across his cheek felt like needle pricks, and the tears flowed faster.

Yu Huiyin pressed against his chest, as if there was a ball of cloth stuffed in her throat: "Go back... let's go back to the capital... we'll go back today..."

All of a sudden, Zuo Peng's heart skipped a beat.

Li Ding'an laughed dumbly: Isn't this the case for field archeology?

Of course, there is no one like him who braves the cold wind in the winter and wanders around in the deserted mountains all day long.

"Not today, let's go back in a few days, New Year's Day!"

Like coaxing a child, Li Ding'an tightened her scarf and hugged her again, then raised his head and greeted Su Xiu: "Director Su!"

Su Xiuru woke up from her dream and looked at the lunch box covered with sand and the camouflage uniform covered in dirt, as if she had rolled in a grass nest: "Teacher Li...this...the conditions are too difficult?"

"Fortunately!"

Li Ding'an smiled and said, "Actually, I brought a lot of things, but I just don't have the appetite!"

In this environment, damn it if you have an appetite.

Furthermore, is it just that the food is not good?

This is a pastoral area, and there are many villages outside the mountains. But after entering the mountains, there is not even a shadow of cattle or sheep?

What does it mean?

In this season, even the livestock are not allowed to enter the mountains...

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it was impossible to eat. Li Ding'an was chewing bread, and Yu Huiyin unscrewed the lid and handed over the teacup.

They were all very knowledgeable and interesting, and the others were a little further away.

"Has the manuscript been passed?"

"Passed, second prize!"

"Aren't the judges discerning?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

"What about uncle?"

"It's good...well, mom is coming to the capital..."

The thermos cup hung in the air: "Did Auntie scold me?"

Yu Huiyin patted him.

"Just hold on for a few more days and it will be over soon!"

She nodded, her vision blurred again...

……

Even though I'm here, I still want to take a look, at least to see what kind of things can make Li Ding'an happy under such difficult conditions.

Su Xiu asked the photographer to set up a SLR.

There are many ancient pines, and the trees are covered with thick pine needles.

It was very soft, but not easy to walk on. One foot was deep and the other was shallow. Finally, we reached the place Li Ding'an mentioned.

Salix and thorn rose are densely packed, and the half-human-high cave is tightly covered.

The entrance of the cave faced downwards, dark and silent, with two shovels and an impact hammer thrown on one side. Several piles of loess were scattered on both sides, which could pull several carts.

The soil color is very new, and there are several broken stone slabs, indicating that the cave was sealed before and was only dug out after Li Ding'an arrived.

Look around again: the pine forest is dense, the shrubs are like walls, and you can't even see the footprints of wild beasts around. How hidden is it?

"Teacher Li, how did you find it?"

"Use a compass!"

Su Xiu was stunned and didn't know how to ask.

Li Ding'an turned on his flashlight and led the way.

The entrance of the cave is not big, about the height of a person, and the ground is relatively flat. However, the cave wall is full of pits and carvings, indicating that this cave was dug by humans.

But it's very deep, twenty or thirty meters deep. Halfway through, the cave suddenly opens up, as if you've entered the lobby of a hotel.

The roof of the cave is nearly five meters high, square and square, covering hundreds of square meters, with brick walls on all four sides.

The walls are covered with murals, with colorful patterns and dense runes, but no one except Li Ding'an can understand them.

Looking around again, it was empty, with only four walls.

After taking a closer look, they discovered that a big hole had been smashed into the north wall. I turned the flashlight over, and there was a faint green light reflecting in the hole.

Zuo Peng suppressed his throbbing and quickly walked through the hole in the wall. Immediately, his eyes widened into two circles:

Pillars, copper?

It's enough for someone to have a thick waist.

Although the patina is mottled, the inscription is clearly visible.

Look up further: the top of the cave is five meters long, but the copper pillars are missing?

Think about it again: the largest iron-clad stone pillar is only as thick as a human leg and more than two meters long... Compared with that, they are all the grandchildren of grandsons, and these are the ancestors!

As if he couldn't believe it, Zuo Peng clenched his fist and hit the pillar hard several times.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The sound is muffled.

"Solid?" "Nonsense...made an echo wave medium!"

The flashlight was directed at the rust skin peeling off in two places: the pillar body was bright yellow, reflecting dazzling golden light.

Zuo Peng moved his lips and was speechless for a long time.

How long is this copper pillar, six meters or seven meters?

Without being able to see the whole picture, Zuo Peng didn't know for the time being, but he at least knew how heavy the pillar would be: at least four to five thousand kilograms.

Not only built in the mountains, but also in the heart of the mountains?

It is impossible to cast it and then pull it over. It can only be cast in place. How much copper material is needed and how many craftsmen are needed?

In ancient times, this was a miracle...

"Teacher Li, what is this?"

Su Xiu pointed to the dense dots on Zhu's body, "Star map?"

"Yes, it's Zihuiyuan... Look due north, the largest one is the Beidou, the seven smaller ones are the Beidou, and the three larger ones among the seven are the Douban..."

"What exactly does it do?"

"Set up formation and drive away the dragon!"

Su Xiu moved her lips: she could understand every word, but when they were put together, she didn't know why.

Zuo Peng looked around: "Where is the monk you are talking about?"

Li Ding'an pointed behind the pillar: "Here!"

Several people walked around subconsciously, then suddenly froze:

A bottle of Buddha statue is placed tightly against a copper pillar, with its upper body naked and its legs folded, as if sitting with its lotus crossed.

The palms of both hands are facing up, standing in front of the chest, and they are holding a stick-like object.

The stick is carved from wood, very thick, about ten centimeters in diameter, and has fish scale-like patterns on its body. One end seems to be broken, and the other end is in the shape of a triangular pagoda, like the three-stranded pagoda of the Tantric Vajra.

The face is plump, the limbs are strong, and there is a slight smile on the face.

When I hit it with a flashlight, the Buddha's body reflected dazzling golden light.

Didn't you say it was a mummy?

This is obviously a clay statue covered with gold powder...

wrong!

Zuo Peng leaned back fiercely: "Is this a physical Buddha?"

Li Ding'an nodded.

In Buddhism, the incarnate Buddha is also called the incarnate Bodhisattva and the relics of the whole body. No eminent monk with great perseverance, great virtue, and great wisdom cannot become a Buddha, and is considered a holy treasure among Buddhas.

In fact, it is just a body wrapped in mud, and the process is not ordinary painful, ordinary cruel:

The monks had to eat fruits for a year, then bark for a year, and then drink poisonous tea that induced vomiting for a year.

You can't eat anything again for three years. The purpose is to empty your body of fat and water as much as possible.

Only those who survive three years of starvation and poison will be considered blessed by gods, and the monks will be qualified to become Buddhas in the physical body.

Then they are sealed in a stone tomb or cave and meditate to pass away. In fact, they starve to death alive.

A bell will be placed in the cave. If the bell does not ring, it will prove that the monk has passed away. Then the pores will be sealed, the air will be cut off, and the body will be allowed to dry naturally.

After another three years, the hole is opened. If the mummy has formed and has not decayed, it is moved into the tank, further preserved with herbs and saltpeter, and then dehydrated with charcoal.

After sealing the vat for another three years, if there is no deformation or decay, paint mud and gold powder will be applied: first, the ferocious facial features and shriveled torso will be filled in, reshaped, and then painted with gold paint to make them look kind and precious. Solemn effect.

The second is to isolate the air and prevent corrosion.

Nine years have passed, this process alone... just thinking about it makes me feel horrified.

Zuo Peng was startled: "To become a Buddha in the physical body must be an eminent monk. This formation was built in the Yuan Dynasty, so maybe this is a famous lama?"

"The amount of information is too little. It's hard to guess the specific identity yet. I can only check it further... Look!"

Li Ding'an brought the flashlight closer, and suddenly, dense writings appeared on the Buddha's body: face, head, body, legs... small and dense, without any gaps, as if covered with ants.

"This is the "Yinwei Pian" written by Pasiba. It is also on the wall of the outer room... It comes from the seventh volume of "Qingnang Zhongshu" written by Guo Pu, the founder of Feng Shui and a famous alchemist in the Jin Dynasty. It is the earliest one. The secret technique of Feng Shui that artificially changes the direction of dragon veins...

The method is very complicated and there are many prerequisites. One of them is to bury the person with a special birth date in the center of the formation, and then use a unique magical weapon, which is roughly called calling the dragon to attract the dragon... There is also a similar spell in Tibetan esotericism. To conquer evil spirits, one’s birth date and secret method also need to match, so it’s not like there are no clues..."

He didn't understand the Tibetan secrets, but "The Book in the Green Bag"?

Why is this name so familiar?

""Qing Nang Book"...Didn't Yao Yuzhong say that this book was created by the fifth generation ancestor of Yelu Abaoji?"

"You heard his nonsense: Abaoji's ancestors all lived in the White Mountains and Black Waters, and they may not even know the Chinese characters. How could he create it?"

Zuo Peng looked constipated: Damn that old bastard.

Just listening to his deception, Zuo Peng just built a road on the steep hillside leading directly to Laodao Peak, drove the excavator up, and then dug for a week, digging to a depth of more than ten meters.

However, he didn't even dig out the eggs, let alone the formation eyes.

Then Li Ding'an ran all over Qinglong Mountain...

"Then how to call, how to induce... to feed the monk to the dragon?"

Are you quite humorous?

It's obviously very weird, even a little scary, but Li Ding'an just wants to laugh.

"As I said, the golden body is just a guide for the formation, and it can also be used as a unique magic weapon!" He turned his flashlight and shined it on the stick in the monk's hand: "Look!"

What, a gold steel staff and a pestle tower?

It seems to be made of bone, with a wooden shell on the outside... right?

The pestle tower of God’s vajra staff?

This clearly shows the human bones and spine!

Also called keel...

But what makes it unique?

Just because it has the word "dragon" in it?

Li Ding'an squatted down and rubbed his stubble with his rough fingers: "I'm a little suspicious!"

"what?"

"This may be the dragon bone of some emperor!"

"how is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible: after the establishment of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Director Wang and Emperor Sima Rui of the Jin Yuan Dynasty invited Guo Pu to Luoyang to build the Dragon Formation. It is said that Guo Pu used this kind of secretary. It is also said that he dug several tombs of Emperor Sima... Later generations Feng shui experts believe that it was because of this that the Eastern Jin Dynasty survived for more than a hundred years..."

"Then which emperor does this belong to?"

"It's hard to guess... both Jin and Liao are possible, and the Liao emperor is more likely..."

Jinling is in the capital, and Liaoling is in Liao Province. The latter is closer.

Furthermore, from the perspective of Feng Shui, if there is really a dragon vein here, it must belong to Liao...

But is this too fantasy?

Su Xiu and Yu Huiyin were both stunned: they both felt like they were listening to a fairy tale.

"There are even more fantastical ones!"

Li Ding'an stood up and pointed to the star map on Zhu, "At that time, Guo Pu was planning the Dou Kui Bureau. He had four battle formations, so he dug four tombs of Emperor Sima... This was the Beidou Bureau. There was a huge There may be seven formations, even if they are reduced and arranged into a fighting pattern, there will still be at least three..."

"You mean, there are two other similar formations?"

"almost!"

Zuo Peng's heart jumped: three copper pillars weighing several thousand kilograms, three physical Buddhas of eminent monks, three emperor's dragon bones...

Haha... What kind of grave are you digging?

"I advise you not to be happy too early!"

Come again?

"It is said that when Guo Pu left Luoyang and entered Jiankang (today's Nanjing), he set up a formation along the branches of the four mountains of Funiu, Waifang, Xiong'er and Xiaoshan along the Great Jin Dynasty... Do the math, How long is the distance between the two places? Think about it again, where is the Meng Yuan Ancestral Court?"

The smile froze on Zuo Peng's face.

The straight-line distance from Luoyang to Nanjing is about 700 kilometers, but if you walk along the four mountain ranges of Funiu, Waifang, Xiong'er and Xiaoshan, it will be more than a thousand kilometers.

And here is further away from Wenpantuo Mountain in the Meng Yuan ancestral court, with a straight-line distance of more than 1,500 kilometers.

If we divide the average by three, 500 kilometers to the north is Xilin Gol. It has already left the city. Does it still have a relationship with Mao?

Another five hundred kilometers...

Are you all out of the country? (End of chapter)