Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

Liulichang in Changshunfang is a well-known shopping place in Tianjing City.

Antique calligraphy and painting, jade ceramics, rubbings of inscriptions, almost everything.

Even the burial artifacts that are extremely inaccessible in the collection industry and have been banned by the court for mutual trading can also be found here.

Of course, you have to have regular customers to lead the way.

Buyers with raw faces, no matter how generous they are.

The family heirloom shop that hides the artifacts, generally will not penetrate the bottom.

"Antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times, the ancients honestly do not deceive me.

The Jing Dynasty was a 100-year-old Chengping, and the nine sides of Liaodong were in a mess, and disasters occurred every year, but the famous city of Tianjing was extremely prosperous and very lively. "

Ji Yuan, dressed in a cloud eagle robe, was walking on the Qianmen Street of Liulichang.

It's like the captain of the anti-pornography team appeared in the clubhouse, which was particularly dazzling.

The stall owner who is doing business is okay, and he greets him when he sees it.

Those liars who rely on fake craftsmanship to slaughter fat sheep have ghosts in their hearts.

He was so frightened that he quickly rolled up the bed and fled in a hurry.

After wandering for half an hour, Ji Yuan found nothing and said helplessly:

"Sure enough, it's not easy to find antiques... There are too many fakes, imitations, and fakes. No wonder they say that visiting Liulichang is digging for gold in the sand."

He walked into the tea shop along the street and asked for a bowl of herbal tea for two cents.

With the Emperor's Dao map, he can sense the Dao Yun by himself.

Which is genuine and which is fake, you can tell at a glance.

"It makes sense if you think about it carefully, the front gate of Liulichang, Dengshikou, and the Temple of the City God on the west side are three roads leading to the main street.

Every day there is an endless stream of merchants, and various stalls and shops are swept away wave after wave.

Even if there was gold in the gravel, it would have been picked up long ago. "

The herbal tea entered the stomach, and there was a pleasant feeling, Ji Yuan let out a sigh of turbidity.

Thinking about whether to go to the famous Yunjing, Dayiju and Huaiyin Pavilion.

It's just that these decades and hundreds of years old brand, the antique objects displayed are not cheap.

Those who are not high-rollers and tycoons cannot be won by powerful princes.

"Xiao Langjun, if you want to find good things that are old and worth collecting, you have to go to Dengshikou and Chenghuang Temple. The former is a street with antiques, calligraphy, paintings and jade seals, and the latter is..."

The owner of the tea shop was idle and took the initiative to talk.

But after speaking, the voice stopped abruptly, as if talking about some taboo topic.

"Go on, boss? I'm listening."

Ji Yuan held the thick porcelain tea bowl and chuckled lightly.

"Xiao Langjun, you are working as an errand in the Zhenfu Division, and you should know that you can eat indiscriminately, but some things can't be said indiscriminately.

The little old man was talking too much just now, and Xiao Langjun just pretended not to hear it. "

The owner of the tea shop snorted.

"What, you're afraid I'll arrest you? According to the laws of the Jing Dynasty, ordinary people are not punished for their words, so they don't know this?

Listen to my advice, instead of enshrining Buddha statues at home, it is better to buy a copy of the "Da Gao" compiled and written by a sage. "

Ji Yuan chuckled lightly.

"I bought it, I bought it! It is said that the "Da Gao" written by the sage can be used at home to exorcise evil spirits.

The tea shop owner felt a chill in his heart and laughed twice.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around.

Then he continued what he just said and continued:

"There are three local snakes in this area of ​​Liulichang, Rong Ershao, who is Yun Tingzhai, has the first-class eyesight. Whether the antique calligraphy and painting are true or false, there is no way to escape a pair of discerning eyes;

The proud old Xu, jade, porcelain, pottery, iron... there is nothing he does not understand;

Finally, there is the Buddha of the City God Temple. Half of the ten pawnshops in Tianjing are his.

Those robbing tombs, digging graves, robbers and robbers, selling out the red goods and yellow goods in their hands, are most willing to go the way of the Buddha. "

Ji Yuan put down the tea bowl and asked with a smile:

"The inside story of these industries, you say it so simply, are you not afraid of making taboos?"

The tea shop owner also seemed to be sincere, and simply replied:

"What's the taboo, there are many fakes in Liulichang, and there are also many genuine ones.

Those high-ranking officials in the court, who doesn't like to collect calligraphy, paintings and jade?

Last year, on the 70th birthday of Duke Liang, the Wanli Mountain and River Scenery carved from a single piece of five-colored stone was created by the Rong family of Yun Zhaizhai.

There is a two-person coral treasure tree in the Korean public house, which Mr. Xu personally sent to him.

As for Lord Buddha, hehe, Xiao Langjun, the commander of Song from Nanzhen Fusi went to the Temple of the City God yesterday. "

It appears to be a grey area with official acquiescence.

Ji Yuan knew in his heart that the so-called Liulichang local snakes should have their own backers behind them.

Even if Leng Touqing really ran to report it, it is estimated that there would be no movement.

He took out fifty pennies and placed them on the table, and said softly:

"I'm sure the boss can see that I'm a chariot of Beizhen Fusi, and I don't have much silver taels in my pocket. I like old things, and I usually put them in my hands and play with them to relieve boredom.

I don’t want to draw famous artists, and I don’t ask for amazing origins. I dare to ask if there are any reliable ways to recommend? "

The tea shop owner had a smile on his face, thinking that he was a good person, and introduced:

"Xiao Langjun, you asked the right person, old things, usually there are two ways.

One is the tombs that have just been unearthed. The price of the tombs is hard to say. Some are ridiculously expensive, and some are cheap. You only need to look at the quality and origin. Just go through the front door and go to the Chenghuang Temple in the west. Don’t enter the red shop, you have to find black shop

The second is the original stone dug up in the deep mountains and forests. Those things have been cut for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years. It's just that the gambling is too heavy, and it is common to go bankrupt or get rich in one night. Generally, it is the place of the lord in the court, the place where the dignitaries go, Xiao Langjun, you can't stand it. "

Ji Yuan thought for a moment, then thanked him, then got up and left.

Like the owner of a tea shop, he has seen many people in his previous life.

Relying on the power of eyesight, the money earned is the tea fee.

"It's just that I wore a cloud eagle robe today and changed it to casual clothes. The situation should be different."

Ji Yuan smiled, this kind of tea shop asking for news is no different from a taxi driver in a previous life, who introduced a club to a non-local passenger.

If he is a fat sheep, I am afraid he will be led into some black-hearted shop and slaughtered.

"The gates of the rivers and lakes have similarities throughout the ages."

Ji Yuan touched the fifteen taels of silver in his arms and decided to try his luck at the Temple of the City God on the west side.

The tea shop owner has a saying that is right, stone gambling is not a game that ordinary people can afford.

Passing through more than a dozen calligraphy and painting stalls and antique shops, Ji Yuan was attracted by a lively scene before he reached the Temple of the City God.

I saw that the entrance of the famous Yun Ding Zhai was crowded with people, and a middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe stood upright, with a red sandalwood book table in front of him.

The man spread out a scroll of ancient paintings and said loudly:

"Everyone, this guest said that this 'Bone Bodhisattva Bliss Evening Banquet Picture' is the real work of Shen Haishi, a ghost immortal one hundred and fifty years ago.

I happened to be free today, so I talked about it in front of the old and young men.

You see, this method is absurd and eclectic. It outlines the demonic charm of the White Bone Bodhisattva. It is frightening to see. Imitation! "

The audience originally listened with great interest, but they didn't expect that Rong Ershao, who was in Yun Tingzhai, would actually say that it was a fake?

An uproar!

Among them, the most distressed person, who beat his chest and his feet, was none other than the merchant who bought the painting for three hundred and seventy taels of silver.

He cursed in a Lingnan accent:

"The dog thief who kills a thousand knives, dare to use fake paintings to deceive, don't let Lao Tzu see you again! Otherwise, you must strip your skin and tear your bones to vent your hatred!"

No one in Liulichang knows Rong Ershao's ability to appreciate treasures.

Since he has given imitation evaluations, it is equivalent to making a conclusion, and there is no need to have illusions.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded among passers-by watching the excitement:

"How does Rong Ershao judge that this is a counterfeit?"

The graceful middle-aged man smiled and said confidently:

"It is well known in the world that Shen Haishi is good at monsters and monsters, and is recognized as the best three masterpieces handed down from time to time, namely 'White Bone Bodhisattva's Bliss Night Banquet', 'Beauty Painted Skin', and 'A Chinese Ghost Story'.

They are all dark and demonic, and are generally only used for collections, not for housekeeping, for fear of scaring people and causing unclean things.

Therefore, it is difficult to determine the value of Shen Haishi's paintings.

The brushwork of this imitation scroll is exquisite, and it can almost resemble the real one. He is an expert. But he overlooked one point, Shen Haishi is not only proficient in painting skills, but also a master of seal carving!

Each painting will leave a unique seal of the name, shaped like a cloud pattern, which is the essence of Taoist talismans, and it is difficult for outsiders to imitate. "

After the long discussion was over, the middle-aged man known as "Rong Er Shao" raised his finger and pointed to the place where the print was left under the painting.

Sure enough, it doesn't match the features mentioned earlier.

Everyone was surprised, and they all admired Rong Ershao's brilliant eyesight.

"Then Evian's view of fasting, what is the value of this forgery?"

The clear voice came again.

"The difference between genuine and fake is far apart.

If it is an authentic work, it will probably be sold for five or six hundred taels of silver. "

Rong Ershao frowned slightly, his eyes swept down, and he found that it was a young horse in a cloud eagle robe.

Wasn't it a gimmick?

The excitement came and went quickly.

Being deceived and being fooled is not new in Liulichang.

Antiques are such a business, without enough skills, they can only be slaughtered by people.

The Lingnan businessman who considered himself unlucky was carrying a fake, and as soon as he walked out of Qianmen Street, he was stopped by Ji Yuan:

"This brother, please stay, I want to buy this painting."