I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 58 Magu scratches her back
This pot of dirty water was thrown into the pot and he was caught off guard. Jiang Huai was a mute and couldn't express his pain, so he had to look pitifully to Lao Chaofeng for help.

But at this moment, Fan Yu thought of Zhao Shuqin and her room full of incense, and stopped Jiang Huai from asking for help: "Mr. Jiang, there is no need to be so embarrassed. If it is Guanyin, I can give you an idea. After tossing it, it should still be A woman related to Huang Haiping’s wife.”

"Zhao, Sister Zhao?" Jiang Huai couldn't escape and thought helplessly.

"It's not him, nor is it the Thousand-Armed Guanyin." Lao Chaofeng opened his mouth to resolve the situation.

"None of them are right?" He Si didn't understand why they had just had a good discussion, but suddenly changed their minds, and all the doubts in her heart ran to her face.

Lao Chaofeng also turned to He Si at this moment: "Miss He, what are the characteristics of the woman you saw in your dream?"

"Characteristics?" He Si originally felt that the image in the dream had been deeply drawn in her mind, but every time she recalled it, she felt that the woman's appearance and dress were ever-changing, and she looked like the thousand-faced Guanyin, invisible and without form. If she really wanted to talk about it, , it’s those hands...

Qin Jian seemed to be able to read He Si's mind and said slowly before her: "Is it a pair of hands?"

"Well," He Si nodded, as if she saw a pair of slender, white jade hands emerging from her sleeves again, "Those hands were thin and long, especially the nails, which were too long and bright red, showing a sinister and weird aura. , which is extremely inconsistent with the woman’s dress.”

"Besides that, I remember you seeing butterflies."

He Si didn't expect that Lao Chaofeng's memory was so good. Even the details that she had almost forgotten came to her eyes when he reminded her: "Yes, that butterfly is huge and colorful. It doesn't look like a human thing at first glance."

"That's right, it must not be the Thousand-Armed Guanyin," Lao Chaofeng nodded more firmly, "Let's call first, don't let Liu Rui work in vain again."

"Yes, yes, but what should I say?" Fan Yu still didn't know how to start this conversation.

"Fight, I'll tell you."

Liu Rui was working angrily and was already irritated when the phone rang. When she saw that it was Fan Yu's number, she pressed the connect button and was about to curse when she suddenly heard another voice and immediately suppressed her anger.

"Boss Qin?"

"No need to check. I think I know what the thing that appeared this time is."

"You knew already!"

The human voice on the phone was mixed with the three surprised faces around him, but Qin Jian remained expressionless.

"Then, what is it?" Fan Yu was the first to ask what the other people were thinking.

"Magu."

"Magu?"

Unexpectedly, after Qin Jian revealed the mystery, the first person to speak was the suspect Jiang Huai. Seeing his excitement, Fan Yu couldn't help but ask: "Did you think of something?"

"No." Jiang Huai shook his head hurriedly, but his face looked like he was hesitant to speak.

"Then what are you so excited about? Feinting a shot as a celebration of getting rid of suspicion?"

"No, no," Jiang Huai said while waving his hands, "I just thought of the Korean drama I watched. Is it the Magu in the Hotel Del Luna, the goddess in charge of life and death, pain and joy?"

"What hotel?" Fan Yu looked disgusted, "Don't you know Magu is a goddess in our country's Taoist mythology?"

"Yeah, I'll just say it casually." Jiang Huai shut up immediately.

Fan Yu didn't let him go. He knew Jiang Huai was just perfunctory, but wanted him to admit his mistake and be convinced, so he simply recited a poem: "The mountain of Magu is half empty, the water of Magu flies into the rainbow, and if you want to buy Magu, you can buy the sea." , a cup of spring dew as cold as ice, how about it, no impression at all?"

Jiang Huai had seen Fan Yu's ability to recite poems, and asked cautiously: "Is there really such a poem?"

He Si had never heard of it and shook her head matter-of-factly. Lao Chaofeng was silent, but Liu Rui couldn't help it: "The first two sentences are from Ming Dynasty poet Du Xiang, and the last two sentences are from Li Shangyin's famous poems. Fan Chu may have wanted to expand the time range for convenience. Capture your memory points so they are connected together.”

"Sister Liu still understands me." Fan Yu laughed and covered it up calmly.

"But I don't understand one thing. This Magu, also known as the Shouxian Empress, symbolizes longevity and is as famous as Peng Zu in Taoist culture. What does it have to do with this case." Liu Rui is usually charming and affectionate, but she is very efficient in doing things. Attention returned to the case.

"What you are talking about is Magu who met Sanwei Sangtian in the East China Sea."

"There are several Magu?" Liu Rui was confused when he heard this.

"I know this. There are twelve Magu in the Hotel Del Luna, symbolizing reincarnation, healing, and marriage..."

"To shut up!"

Before Jiang Huai finished the introduction, he heard a female voice scolding him, and now he didn't dare to speak again.After a brief pause, the female voice was gentle and dripping with water again, but it sounded a bit scarier than when she was angry just now: "Boss Qin, please tell me."

"I cut my waist and support my train in the mist, and I meet Fang Ping again in the human world. The claws of a bird are good at crawling and scratching, but I don't know the itchy spot like my own. Who is this Emperor Qianlong talking about?"

"Ah, Magu scratched his back..." Liu Rui was not a slow responder, and immediately understood what Lao Chaofeng meant, with admiration in his voice.

"Ma Gu scratched his back?" Fan Yu had never heard this meaning outside of congratulations on his birthday.

"Magu is a local deity in China. She was born during the decline of witchcraft culture. At that time, Taoism had just sprouted. The image of Magu was not as benevolent and long-lived as it is today, but a ferocious and gloomy deity with a violent personality."

"Yes," Liu Rui continued what Lao Chaofeng said, "Her image has gone through many changes. I actually forgot about this. The original image of Magu was seen in "Leiyi Zhuan", with a human face and bird claws. The gods of that time carried the ancient worship of our ancestors, and were even more wild. As for the later dignity and beauty, or plumpness and beauty, they were all products of the fusion with the aesthetics of the era, and they were no longer original. "

It turns out that the image of Magu has been constantly changing. No wonder the women I saw several times were dressed inconsistently, except for their long hands.While listening, He Si secretly took out her mobile phone to search "Le Yi Zhuan" and began to make up lessons for herself - the fairy Magu descended to Cai Jing's family in Dongyang, and her claws were four inches long.The sutra said, "This woman is really good with her hands. I would like to be able to scratch her back." Magu was furious.Suddenly, he felt his menstrual cramps and his eyes were bleeding.

The information was short, but the meaning of punishment was strong. The more He Si read it, the more chills ran down her spine. Until the words "bleeding eyes" appeared in front of her eyes at the end, she almost saw Jing Jing again, the man with a distorted face and bleeding eyes. Looking at her quietly, he immediately confirmed Lao Chaofeng's guess - this vision did come from Magu. "What are you looking at?" Fan Yu snatched He Si's cell phone, and then mused, "So that's it. When this man named Cai Jing saw Magu's slender fingers, he became lustful and wanted to use the hands of the gods. He scratched himself and was reprimanded. So those injured men were all Cai Jing."

"I'm afraid he's more hateful than Cai Jing. He's just having vague thoughts and blasphemous thoughts. Those people, huh." Liu Rui stopped and snorted disdainfully, "You deserve to die."

"Having said that, although it was not the Thousand-Hand Guanyin but Magu scratching his back, the core cause of death was still harassment and offense against the opposite sex. Why was Mr. Jiang excluded as a suspect?"

"Because he's not dead." Lao Chaofeng answered matter-of-factly.

"Is it possible that because he is the most hateful, I kept him for slow torture?"

"Brother Fan, you are like this!" Jiang Huai couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hey, don't get close to me yet." Fan Yu was shy and said as he pushed Jiang Huai a few steps away and looked at Lao Chaofeng again, asking for clarification.

"He is a medium, or some kind of price. I think it has something to do with his dream," Lao Chaofeng shook his head, "You should remember some of the strange things we encountered before. Most of the trouble caused by ancient objects comes from the human heart, and energy conservation , those magnetic fields will also have a negative impact on its users, but I can’t yet imagine why this impact would appear on Mr. Jiang.”

"That said, it is also possible that Jiang Huai is using this ancient artifact to perform a bitter trick. The thief shouts to catch the thief to mislead us."

"Brother Fan..." Jiang Huai didn't expect that he had solved one more math problem, so he targeted Fan Yu for everything he had offended, and was completely speechless.

"What do you think?" Lao Chaofeng asked.

Before Fan Yu could answer, Liu Rui's voice rang out with a hint of hesitation: "Wait, speaking of Magu, that day at Zhao Shuqin's house, I seemed to have seen a picture of Magu celebrating her birthday in the corner of the room. . Thinking about it now, she is only in her 40s and has absolutely nothing to do with the birthday celebration picture."

"Wait," Jiang Huai seemed to have remembered something, "I remembered that it was not necessarily my dream. I had discussed the idea of ​​the secret wedding room with Director Huang in detail. Is it possible that he I wrote down my idea, that dream was the resentment of the first deceased."

"Zhao Shuqin obviously still has feelings for Huang Haiping," Liu Rui thought of those withered peach blossoms. "This dream may originate from Huang Haiping's resentment, or it may originate from Zhao Shuqin's knowledge of the secret room from Huang Haiping, thereby constructing a similar The wedding night. Moreover, her motive for committing the crime is really great. She loves but cannot get it, and hates because of love. Is it logical to punish all men who are half-hearted and disrespectful of women? "

"Sure enough, it's her!" Fan Yu also became excited, "I thought something was wrong with her at the time, but all my attention was attracted by those Buddhist classics and I didn't notice there were other ancient paintings."

He Si listened quietly on the side, and she was also excited in her heart. She did not expect that the case that was originally bleak and hidden in a fog would come to light in a few words from Lao Chaofeng.The fangs on her lips flashed, revealing a smile that even she didn't realize.

"Then I arranged for my men to take someone?"

As soon as Fan Yu finished speaking, he saw Lao Chaofeng arching his eyebrows in the direction of He Si and nodding lightly.

"Hey, I've been busy for nothing, but I'm finally done. I'm going to take a beauty sleep." Liu Rui yawned, her voice getting lazier, and before anyone could reply, the call came from the other end of the phone. Didi" busy tone.

After a long night of tossing, several people were exhausted physically and mentally, but because of this moment of darkness and light, they were cheered up and no longer sleepy.

Fan Yu took a few steps to the window and opened the curtains on one side of the secret room. A ray of light invaded the room. Several people's eyes followed the light and invariably looked out the window.

At this time, it is the time of morning and dusk. The night is thin and the fog is rising. The still brewing sunshine melts into the white fog, warm and hazy.

The view of the resort is wide, and the green grass has not completely faded away. There is a layer of crystal clear frost. The golden and orange colors alternate with each other, and the last performance of life is completed when the autumn wind blows through the branches.At the end of the road, you can still see the rolling hills, gradually revealing their outlines under the slanting sun. As the mist flows, it becomes thicker and lighter, like a landscape painting that is still being created, quiet and mysterious.

Fan Yu opened the window a crack again, and the cold and fresh air couldn't wait to rush in. The wind came from the distant mountains and forests, and the smell of soil, dead leaves and dew blew away the dull and rotten interior of the house. Several people were shocked.

He Si took a few breaths of refreshing fresh air, watched the sky gradually change from dark blue to light blue, and saw a morning star hanging on the horizon.

"It's getting late, go back and rest." The old voice reminded He Si like the autumn mood, but it sounded particularly warm and pleasant to He Si.

"I don't know why, but I always feel not sleepy."

"Is there still something you haven't figured out yet?"

After hearing this, He Si really thought about it and asked, "Mr. Qin specifically asked me about butterflies during the question. I couldn't understand."

"Oh? Why?" Qin Jian seemed to be in a good mood and said with squinted eyes, "What don't you understand? Let me tell you."

"Ma Gu's birthday greetings are also mentioned in ancient architecture. In addition to the beautiful words and blessings of wealth and honor, they are often paired with auspicious animals and birds. I have seen sika deer, cranes, and some Luan birds, but I have never seen butterflies. Qin Why did the old gentleman ask me about butterflies alone?"

"You still remember," Qin Jian was very satisfied with He Si's acumen and said, clasping his index finger twice, "it was recorded in "Guangdong and Fujian Inspection Chronicles" written by Du Zhen, a close minister of Kangxi, that butterflies are common in Lingnan In the Luofu Mountain area, it is said that Magu's skirt changed when she ascended to immortality, but there are very few similar records, so it's no wonder you don't know about it."

"I didn't expect there to be such a joint. Chinese traditional culture is so profound and profound. I actually thought Magu was a god in Korean culture. It's so shallow." Jiang Huai was fascinated by this and said from the bottom of his heart, "I suddenly had a I wonder if we can ask Mr. Qin to help us add some traditional Chinese cultural elements to subsequent programs, which will definitely attract more young people to understand our own cultural traditions."

"I think it's a good idea. It's a suspense-thriller love story combined with popular science about traditional culture. It sounds much richer and more interesting than before." He Si also sincerely praised it.

"Why do you need me to check it? Aren't you a master of traditional culture? You just specialize in the art."

"Me?" Jiang Huai pointed at himself, not sure if Qin Jian was making fun of him.

Qin Jian looked at him, and there was no joking in his eyes: "What questions did you answer in the secret room?"

"Secret room?" Jiang Huai then realized that he had just broken through the "Luoshu" of ancient Chinese mathematics, and looked at Lao Chaofeng with a hint of admiration.

"Just the nine chapters of arithmetic, square field, corn, decline, shaoguang, business merit, average loss, surplus and deficiency, equations, and Pythagorean, are enough for you to design several episodes of the program, right?" Qin Jian said and turned to He Si, "Ms. He just debated with me whether there was mathematics in ancient China. I think, if you are really serious, you can do a program to popularize the achievements of mathematics in ancient times, so that you can live up to your dedication to the Mathematics Department of Western University." "

"Mr. Qin is right." Jiang Huai couldn't help but bow, completely convinced.

"I have to say that Uncle Qin is really well-versed in Chinese and Western knowledge, he is knowledgeable in both arts and sciences, and he is versatile in both civil and military affairs!" Fan Yu really couldn't listen to mathematics. He stood by the window and blew in the cold wind for a while, finally absorbing all the passion that had just surged up. After blowing it away, he turned back and asked, "Should we go back?"

(End of this chapter)