I collect things without asking where they came from, without listening to stories, and without asking experts.
When I see things, I don’t use a magnifying glass or high-tech instruments. I just trust my own eyes, and I’ll do what I see.
Old things have that kind of soul that can be seen from ten meters away. This ability is honed after handling a large number of cultural relics. If I were asked to elaborate on the craftsmanship background and era characteristics of a certain cultural relic, I might not be able to describe it.
But I just know it's old.
Where did Yu Dingcheng get this silver bottle? He didn't want to tell me so I didn't ask. I was afraid that he would regret it, so I used three cards to transfer the money to his card that day, and then I held the thing in my arms.
I took a taxi and hurried back.
Before arriving at the hotel, Yu Dingcheng suddenly called me on the way.
Asking the driver to lower Ge'er's voice, I picked up the phone and frowned: "Brother Yu, we agreed not to contact each other during this period."
"Understood, we won't contact you after this phone call. I sold the taxi. I plan to take my family to live abroad for a few years. Brother, let's get to know each other. I just want to remind you a few words at the end."
Yu Dingcheng suddenly said with a cold tone: "You can resell that bottle, but you should never open it."
"Why?"
"No why, I don't know. I'm just telling you what I know. The things I said before are all true."
He hung up immediately after saying that.
The last sentence he said was ambiguous and contained a lot of information. After thinking about it, I thought he wanted to remind me that except for him, the other four people who touched this bottle in the search and rescue team died, and one person was left alive.
Yinsi became a monk and became a monk.
That means that this silver bottle is unlucky.
I'm not afraid of these things. Things in tombs are not auspicious, especially human-shaped pottery figurines with arms and legs and epitaphs of deceased people. I don't know how many of them I have passed through in the past few years, and I am still alive and well.
Some people may say that you have a tough character, but this is really not the case.
According to what was said in the household registration check at that time, my horoscope was just evil wealth and strong, not hard. The person who really has a hard horoscope in the industry is Master Yao and Yao Wenzhong. Master Yao was born at 11:11 on a night in the winter of 1962.
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By deducing his birth time into the four pillars and eight characters, we can know that he was born that night with a complete "General's Arrow" on his back.
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In Feng Shui, there are three types of generals’ arrow fortunes: one with arrows but no bow, one with a bow and no arrows, and one with both bows and arrows. Finally, the complete horoscope of general’s arrows can be said to defeat ghosts, humans, gods, and even others.
Damn it, you can't do it yourself.
In the past, there was a saying, "Men are afraid of generals' arrows, and women are afraid of Yama Pass." If no intervention is taken, a person's face will be disfigured, his face will be missing, his hands and feet will be missing, he will be blind and deaf, and he will be disabled for life, while a person who is more serious will die young.
At the time of Youxu, spring is not prosperous; at the time of Maozi, the summer is dead; at the time of Yinwu, autumn is taboo; and in winter, it is a disaster.
One arrow kills a man at the age of three, two arrows kills him at the age of six, three arrows kills him at the age of nine, and four arrows kills him at the age of twelve.
This means that most men with this fate will not live past the age of twelve.
There was a kind of old money in the past, and it is easy to buy now. It costs about four to five thousand yuan each. This kind of money is rectangular in shape, with Amitabha on the front and the words "General's Arrow" on the back. This kind of money is what parents used to give them.
Brought by children.
With such a tough horoscope, how did Mr. Yao survive the age of 12 without any incident? Many people have different opinions on this, but as far as I know, he has a grandfather who is a Feng Shui master who knows nothing about things. It should be his grandfather.
Back then, he used the "arrow-blocking monument" method to help him.
The arrow-blocking stele comes from the stone stele method in the Feng Shui theory of breaking evil spirits. It is to write on a stone the eight words "when an arrow comes, the stone will block it, and the bow string will open." Then choose an intersection, dig a hole, and bury the stele in it to let people pass by.
People step on it. This sounds simple, but in actual operation the process is quite complicated. Selecting stones, choosing routes, burying stone tablets at what time, day and time, etc., all need to be calculated by experts based on the circumstances of the parties concerned. If you make a wrong step, it will be ineffective.
After I hung up the phone, the driver turned up the volume of the song again. This time the recorder happened to be playing "A Thousand Years of Waiting" by Gao Shengmei in 1992.
"Wait a thousand years, wait a while."
I don’t know if it’s stuck or something else, but the recording keeps singing “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnessaa noises.”
The driver clapped his hands and cursed: "What's going on? What a bad song. It's so ugly."
The next second, suddenly! Our car banged
A flat tire!
The driver was so frightened that he quickly stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel sharply to the right!
Because the incident occurred suddenly and unprepared, my head hit the side glass firmly, and stars suddenly appeared in my eyes!
After the car stopped, the smell of burnt tires was obvious. The driver got out of the car and immediately cursed: "Who did it! What a fucking bastard throwing nails! Don't let me catch you! If I catch you, you have to interrupt the bastard."
Your leg!"
I covered my head and got out of the car, and saw that the right front wheel was punctured by a four-inch iron nail.
My face changed slightly and I looked around nervously.
"Brother, I'm sorry, do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?" the driver asked me.
"No!" I picked up my bag and left in a hurry.
When I returned to Siyuan Hotel, I opened the second floor window and watched for a long time. Dou Sprout came over and asked me what I was looking at.
"It's nothing, I should be overthinking it."
9pm.
"Good collection Yunfeng. This thing is so rare. It is indeed from the Song Dynasty. We guessed it wrong before. And if you look carefully at this place, it should not be ordinary decorations. These should be characters."
"Writing? It's not Ba Tou. What kind of writing is this? An inscription?"
I didn't pay attention during the day, but after studying it closely at night, we found a line of strange "marks" on the tail of the angodon. I thought it was ordinary decoration, but I insisted on the head that it was some kind of writing.
He knitted his head and brows and said, "Why do I feel more and more like black writing as I read it?"
I shook my head and said I didn't understand, I had never heard of it.
The leader said: "I don't understand either. This kind of black script is not a popular script. It is a script that Manichaeism used in the past to combine ancient Persian and Chinese characters. It was used in some scriptures and distributed to believers."
I was instantly shocked!
I said damn Manichaeism, isn’t it the Ming Cult! Su Youpeng is the new leader! Yang Dingtian is the old leader!
He held a cigarette in his hand and looked at me with confusion.
I said awkwardly: "It's okay! I'll just talk casually!"
According to legend
Mingjiao existed in the Ming Dynasty, and this bottle is from the Song Dynasty. Based on basic common sense, it is impossible to have items from the previous dynasties and later dynasties. If this bottle is a sacrificial vessel, then the head may be something used in Manichaeism in the Song Dynasty.
A sacrificial vessel.
If so, then I’ve made a huge mistake this time! What’s more, I might have quoted 10 million and someone would have walked away from me in an instant.
"Head, this thing is said to be able to be opened, but I looked carefully and didn't see anything that could be opened. Do you think it has any hidden mechanism like a Luban box?"
Just as Baotou was about to speak, Xiaoxuan knocked on the door and said, "Baotou Yunfeng, you guys should eat first. There is noodle soup. It won't taste good when it gets cold."
I was absent-minded while eating, and this strange silver bottle aroused great interest in me. Who was its owner back then? Is it a decorative pattern or was it someone's deliberate writing? What is its purpose? And how?
To Qiandao Lake? These are all mysteries that cannot be solved.
Xiaoxuan suddenly knocked my bowl with her chopsticks: "Hey, hey, hey! I asked you to pay more attention to your meal! The noodles fell out!"
Brother Yu held the bowl and praised with a smile: "Xiaoxuan, your skills have improved. This soup is really delicious."
Xiaoxuan smiled and said, Brother Yu.
Dou Sprout immediately raised his hand and said loudly: "I know! Zhao Xuanxuan doesn't know how to cook! She didn't make this soup herself! She just bought it in a package at the small restaurant downstairs!"
Xiaoxuan's face changed.
She picked up Bean Sprouts' bowl, turned around and poured all the soup into the cat's food bowl. Bean Sprouts didn't dare to say anything. He wanted to fill a bowl again, but Xiaoxuan threw his bowl directly into the trash can.
"Hey, Xiaoxuan, where is the cat?" I asked when I saw that the cage was empty.
Xiaoxuan said: "In my house, the cat became much better after being locked up for a month. Now it doesn't hurt people and doesn't run around anymore."
We were eating and chatting. Dou Sprout sat on the sofa and pressed the remote control and said, "Tch, it tastes terrible. I won't fucking eat it."
Suddenly, the chopsticks in Xiaoxuan's hand stopped.
"What's wrong?"
I turned around and saw the black cat running out of the bedroom.
I saw the black cat's eyes glowing with faint green light, holding the silver bottle I just bought tightly in its mouth.