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Chapter Fourteen: Buddhist Paintings

The man in black robe interrupted my thoughts and said: Speaking of now, in fact, there are many things that no longer need to be explained clearly. Your father may have noticed something after getting the manuscript of my ancestor. I think his demeanor at that time was very...

Somber, even to the point of fear.

So he left something in the river seal of Sizun Town in the village. His purpose may be to guide you. But before he left, he persuaded me to stop guarding this tomb. There was something involved.

There are too many things that can no longer be controlled. This is a situation, a dead situation. If you solve it, you will die. If you don’t solve it, you will die.

Now that the tomb has finally been destroyed by you, I have finally let go of the fetters in my heart, but as an elder, I would like to advise you, if possible, don’t get involved in it again. That level is far beyond our reach. That is

Back then, the old man named Zhang in your father's team was afraid of a shocking situation. This situation involved my family's ancestor, Qingtian Liu Bowen, and even your old Zhao family, who had been planning for thousands of years.

I asked him, then why are you persisting?

He seemed to be in a brief stalemate. After losing his mind, he asked me: What are you insisting on?

Yes, what am I insisting on? The affection for my father? Or the pure curiosity about what my father did when he abandoned his wife? Or the confusing curiosity about the whole thing after experiencing this underground tomb?

In the end, the man in black robe didn't answer me, and I couldn't answer him either.

It was only later that I realized that no one involved in this game could give an answer to my question.

The matter of the man in black robe has come to an end for the time being. We were safe in this rainforest mountain tomb. Except for me who was injured, no one else died. This is quite good, considering what we encountered inside.

Things that ordinary tomb robbers would never see in their lifetime.

Maybe it was because the man in black robe attracted too much of my attention at first, and I didn't even doubt the Taoist priest too much, but now I suddenly became curious about this Taoist priest, because his temperament is very otherworldly, and he resembles all kinds of Taoist priests.

The fairy in Zhongzhigui novels, the dog following him is very lazy. Most of the time I see it, it is sleeping, and only occasionally opens its earthy eyes and looks at me lazily.

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I don't know if it's a psychological effect or something else, but I actually saw a hint of the second brother's feeling in a dog's eyes, a laziness as if he had seen through the world of mortals.

So I suddenly became particularly curious about this Taoist priest. This Taoist priest's identity was obviously quite awesome. I thought that a god like him would disdain to deal with a common man like me, but later I found out that he had no airs, and even

He also gave me two unique books that Taoists regard as secrets that are not passed down. One is the secret technique in the house, and the other is actually a golden elixir for cultivating the human body. Knowledge will only be lost when it is used. I am so eager to practice, but I find that I

I can't understand the obscure words in the book at all.

My biggest curiosity about the Taoist priest is why he appeared here. At first, I thought it was the corpse rushing out of the tomb that attracted the attention of the Taoist Association. After learning more about it, I discovered that this Taoist priest was actually a friend of my second brother.

He was the second brother's friend before he came to my house. I suddenly realized at that time that birds of a feather flock together, and a man as enigmatic as the second brother could only associate with such an old god.

After the incident, the second brother seemed to feel that the matter was out of control, so he called a Taoist priest for help.

But judging from the current results, the Taoist priest seems to know something, and he seems to know nothing. You can brag and bullshit him, and you can bullshit him, but no matter how I ask, he will not tell me what I want to know.

Things, this is the same as the second brother.

After a few days like this, I found that even with my IQ, I couldn't get anything useful out of the mouths of the two monsters, so I simply gave up on the clichés. Things after that at Yulin Mountain were very cumbersome, and there was no need to do anything special here.

When I went to explain it, the Taoist priest seemed to be a good person. Through his connections, he found out that the man in black was not guilty of a serious crime that could not be forgiven, so he was freed from the crime of stealing corpses and allowed him to live a peaceful life.

When I said goodbye to the Taoist priest, I specifically asked for his business card. The business card was very ordinary, but it was different from my elder brother's. There was no Taoist Association or other professional title written on it. There was only one name and no phone number.

There is no address. I wanted to laugh when I saw it. Is this a fucking business card?

When I saw the name, I laughed even more, because the name was the same as a person who has been notorious for thousands of years in history, that is Wang Yuanlu, the Taoist priest of Dunhuang.

Because I had become very familiar with him over the past few days, I smiled and said: Immortal, your name is so un-immortal-like that you have the same name as a person who has been notorious for thousands of years?

He smiled and said: If he doesn’t have the same name, I am him.

I was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: Immortal, you are so funny.

He smiled at me and got into the military vehicle. The Hummer kicked up a cloud of dust and drove away, but I was stunned for a moment. I asked the second brother next to me: Is he really that?

The second brother rolled his eyes at me and said: Who knows, I don't know much about him, I just know that this person seems to have a strong curiosity about our father and his group.

Things here have come to an end for the time being. We have returned to Luoyang. My father's matter seems to have not made much progress after our trip to Yulin Mountain. The eldest brother and the second brother are still busy with the family business, and I

, became the second generation ancestor again.

On this day, I suddenly received a call from SF Express, saying it had an email from me. After I signed for it, I opened it and found an envelope inside.

First of all, this envelope is already very popular, because it turns out to be a yellow kraft paper envelope that is very rare on the market today. There is a string of words written on the envelope: Collect in Zhao Sanliang from Zhaojia Antiques Shop, Shibalipu, Luoyang City, Henan Province.

I pulled my gaze downwards, and suddenly I trembled. The sender of his grandma's mail was actually my father, Zhao Jianguo!

My head was dazed for a moment, I lit up a cigarette and looked at the fonts on the envelope while trembling. Because I am in the antique business and I am very sensitive to fonts. I had read his old notes before when I missed my dad.

, so I can basically confirm that the words on this envelope are from my father Zhao Jianguo himself!

I opened the envelope and a photo slipped out.

In this photo, there is a painted Buddha. I am very familiar with it because I have seen a copy of this Buddha in a small village at the foot of the rainforest mountain not long ago.

It's very poor, and I can't see any features. But now when I see this person, it actually gives me a very strange feeling.

The Buddha in the photo is Ksitigarbha. What I feel is that his eyes are very cold and not as friendly as the Buddhists.

This statue of Ksitigarbha holding flowers and laughing at all sentient beings, his eyes, if you have to use words to describe it.

Coquettish, charming, weird, heart-wrenching?

I thought about the words in my mind, but I couldn't express it clearly.

On the face of Ksitigarbha.

He has a pair of women's eyes.

He is laughing at all sentient beings, but he is sneering.

Now I was alone in the store, and when I saw such a picture of Buddha, I was very scared, because the look in his eyes was really weird. I stood up, called my elder brother and my second brother respectively and said: Speed ​​up.

Come to my store, I received a letter from my father.

The two of them came very quickly. I gave them the picture of the Buddha. They were all confused. The three brothers tried to look at the picture with countless thoughts. Is it a map? But there were no lines at all, and there were hidden things in it.

Small print? You can’t find it with a magnifying glass. Why? No word in the Bible? Refract sunlight to see it? It’s useless. This is just an ordinary photo, nothing more.

A photo in which everything is normal except for the eyes.

I couldn't figure out what was coming out, so I looked at my elder brother, and he ran over and closed the store door. When I turned around, we both stood in front of my second brother angrily. Because we both agreed that on this matter,

, the second brother definitely knows a lot, it is impossible for him not to know the secret of this photo.

He raised his head and glanced at us, then lowered his head and continued to study the Buddhist painting.

This guy has no intention of giving us an explanation!

I fed him, and then he raised his head and asked, "What are you doing?" His tone was so flat that I immediately forgot that he was the second brother I usually admired the most, and yelled, "What are you doing?! What are you asking me for?"

?Shouldn’t you explain things?!”

He asked: "Why should I explain to you?" After saying that, he seemed to feel that his tone was inappropriate, and then said: In fact, I know as much as that Taoist priest.

I got completely angry and yelled at him, "This time you can't even think of fooling us with just a few words! Let alone say anything that can't drag us into the water. If you die, just die. If you want to die together, who is afraid?"

But do you know that being like this makes me feel worse than death? When I entered the tomb, I was almost eaten as a peach by a monkey, and then I almost died in the hands of a bloody rice dumpling. Now I still know nothing about this matter.

, Dad wrote to ask for help, are you the only one who is worried? I know I am useless, but what about big brother? Big brother is always useful, right? Why are you hiding everything from us? "

The second brother looked at me and then closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, he found that his eyes were red. He said: San'er, there are some things I really can't say. Seriously, don't force me.

At that moment, I felt heartbroken, really heartbroken. I was blaming him for knowing that he was hiding something, but why didn't he want to fight alone? What could he endure if he could make a person with his personality turn his eyes red?

I wanted to know and was holding it in so much that it was even more uncomfortable. But looking at my brother who wanted to know but couldn't tell, it was even more uncomfortable to hold it in. I didn't know if I should force him.

I suddenly remembered that he had given me a box with blood in the tomb. After I woke up in the hospital, my elder brother told me that the black box had been taken away by my second brother. I asked him: The black box you gave me at that time Box, what's inside? I can't explain this?

He nodded and said, that is a key. He still cannot say anything else.

After a pause, he continued.

"If I had a choice, I would rather know nothing. The more I know, the more scared I am. If my father hadn't sent such a letter, I would have thought that many things would have been forgotten. I could just be quiet like this I will be your second brother, live quietly, and take care of you quietly."

He pointed to the postmark on the envelope and said: You will understand if you look at this carefully.

I took a look at the envelope and was shocked, because the address on the postmark was May 13, 1980!

It is now 2000, which means that this letter has been on the road for twenty years, and it is still using the fastest SF Express nowadays!

I grabbed my hair and said: What the hell is going on?

"They never gave up on this."

This was the last thing my second brother said that day.

What I didn't expect was that he and his eldest brother tricked me together, and the next day, they both disappeared. I seemed to be in a state of confusion for no reason. The shop was open, maybe it was no different than it wasn't open, because I... I don’t understand, I know I am a bastard, my second generation ancestor, and a playboy, but after losing both of them, I realized how unbearable I am.

I don't know how to do anything but spend money.

So I thought, I'm such a waste, that's why they left me to continue alone, because I am a waste. Waste has to do the things of waste, and I, Zhao Sanliang, can't help you and hold you back. Isn't it okay if I don't mix in? I went to find the Russian Ocean Horse, gambled, and got together with a bunch of friends to drink to death.

But when I was drunk, I found it more uncomfortable than when I was sober.

I'm just a bitch, I only have time to eat and hold on until I'm full.

The more you say you can't let me intervene, the more I think about it.

This thing is like a bitch, teasing me to death, but suddenly pushed me away, as if everything had nothing to do with me.

What did Father and the others discover? Where did Second Brother and the others go? What was involved in this that made them all so taboo?

I want to investigate, even if you leave me, I will investigate too. But I am not enough on my own, who can I turn to?

Zhang Kaixuan? I feel like he is just like me. Although he is very skilled, he can never help me. Zhu Kaihua? He is just an outsider. How can I persuade him to help me? Uncle Wu? This old man doesn’t need to think about it. He is mature. I can't handle fine things with my little experience? My fair-weather friends, that's even more nonsense.

It was pitch dark, and I was the only one left. I fell asleep like this.

I dreamed that the man who was the best in the world hugged me and kissed me so hard before he left. The stubble all over his face stung me.

I dreamed of the man who was as steady as a rock despite his ups and downs and said with red eyes, San'er, don't fall into this. I don't want all four men in our family to fall into this.

I dreamed that the man who looked like a black bear put a gun to Zhang Kaixuan's head and cursed, "You dare to point a gun at my brother, I shot you first, do you believe it or not?"

I woke up with a start and my face was full of tears.

I found that I really missed them, really missed them.

I remembered the words of my second brother: "I can be your second brother quietly, live quietly, and take care of you quietly."

I also miss a quiet life.

But if the tree wants to be still, will the wind stop?

I decided to recruit my own troops and buy horses. I wanted to plunder another tomb of Li Zhongzhi in Zhaojiatun'er, this den of tomb robbers.


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