Yang Zimei entered the quiet inner courtyard, asked Song Xuan to take out the cinnabar brush and yellow paper and put it on the incense table. He wrote a meditation mantra with his own finger blood, folded it into a triangle, wrapped it in red cloth, tied it with a red rope, and asked Lin
Wear Qingmei at all times and never take it off casually.
"Can you ward off evil spirits with this?" Lin Qingmei happily took the charm and put it around her neck.
"No, this is just a meditation spell. It will make your wisdom clear, your mind peaceful, your spirit strong, and you can resist evil spirits from entering your heart. As for the evil spirits, I need something to drive them away. You wait first. With this, as long as you don't
If you look in the mirror in the middle of the night, everything will be fine." Yang Zimei explained.
Hearing that it was not possible to exorcise evil spirits, Lin Qingmei's heart sank again and she felt very uneasy.
Yang Zimei asked her to close her eyes and pointed at her life palace——
A Yin whooshing breath quickly passed into her fingers, introducing the Yin evil energy into her body. However, it was of no use to the external spirit, and it didn't know where it was hiding.
Yang Zimei closed her fingers and adjusted her breathing.
Fortunately, I didn't feel any discomfort, just a little hungry.
Part of the evil spirit in the body was led away, and coupled with the calming effect of the Meditation Mantra, Lin Qingmei's fear disappeared and she became peaceful again.
Yang Zimei told her not to touch the bronze mirror with the phoenix weeping blood, otherwise, the outer spirit would gain more power from the mirror and become more powerful. If she wanted to conquer it in the future, she would be even more powerful.
It's difficult.
After doing this, Yang Zimeifang opened his big sack, revealing a dozen rusty copper plates.
"Mr. Song, help me check with your palm to see if this is a Warring States copper plate."
Yang Zimei took out the copper plates one by one and placed them on the table.
Song Xuan picked up a copper plate, took out a magnifying glass, and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, and he used a special potion to clean away the embroidery on the bottom of the copper plate.
A delicate and shiny copper plate appeared in his hand, exuding the unique temperament of a certain era.
"A treasure!"
Song Xuan praised.
"Mr. Song, what's the origin of this?" Yang Zimei asked.
Song Xuan took down a book from the bookshelf, turned to a certain page and pointed it to Yang Zimei.
The picture on the page of the book is exactly what this copper plate looks like, and the text explains that this set of copper plates was presented to Guan Zhong, the first prime minister of Qi State, by Xin Zi, a famous craftsman in the Warring States Period.
There are a total of eighteen copper plates in this set, which took Xinzi eighteen years to cast. In addition to bronze, the new iron art and bronze anti-embroidery technology at that time were also added.
Therefore, the inside of this copper plate does not rust, while the outside of the iron plate is slightly embroidered.
"Xiao Mei, you have exactly eighteen, and you haven't missed any of them!" After Song Xuan appraised the eighteen copper plates, his antique-loving eyes brightened up and asked, "Where did you pick them up from?
of?"
Yang Zimei also explained the matter in general.
"Xiaomei, you are so lucky!" Song Xuan said with envy, "This complete set of Guan Zhong's copper plates has always only existed in records. It was buried with Guan Zhong and disappeared from people's sight. Unexpectedly, it was killed by you
Picking it up like this is a shock to the antique world."
"If it were auctioned, how much would it fetch?" In fact, Yang Zimei is not passionate about antiques. Relatively speaking, she loves money more.
"It's worth at least 100 million!" Song Xuandao.
One hundred million? Yang Zimei's eyes lit up. Then she wouldn't have to worry about running out of money to build her house.