Taoist priest Baopu considered it and said: "The parchment scroll must be less than three thousand years old, but the text is indeed the bird and beast text from three thousand years ago. In other words, either someone copied the ancient records intact.
Even the text has not been changed since then, or people of later generations wrote this volume of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" using the text of three thousand years ago."
Wei Zi continued what Taoist Master Pu said: "If it is the first type, then the authenticity of the things recorded in this volume of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" is very high, but if it is the latter type, it is purposely falsified."
Changsheng added another sentence: "Then why do you want to imitate the text written three thousand years ago?"
This question stopped the other three people present.
Yes, why do you want to fake it?
This parchment came from northern Xinjiang and was later sealed in the darkroom of Langhuan Pavilion. If Feng Danyuan had not used "Canghailu" to peel off the wall, he would never have discovered it.
Also, the version of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" that is popular on the market today is not this version, which means that this version is not popular.
In addition, very few people can recognize the writings written three thousand years ago. Even if this ancient scroll is discovered and someone has doubts, the possibility of unlocking the secrets in the scroll is slim.
So, what is the reason for the fraud?
If it is not a fraud, then there is only one other option: it comes from ancient records, and there is a high probability of a certain degree of authenticity.
The final result of several people's discussion: no solution.
"Unless there are other materials that can prove that the contents recorded on the parchment are true, there is no way to prove the authenticity of this thing." Wei Zi made the final summary.
Changsheng burped: "Oh."
Feng Danyuan glanced at the table that was originally covered with all kinds of food, but now it was as empty as the wind and the remaining clouds. He couldn't help but ask Changsheng: "Aren't you going to hold on?"
Changsheng took out a porcelain bottle from his purse and poured out two pills: "It's a bit, just take two hawthorn pills and it'll be fine!"
Feng Danyuan: "..."
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A few days later, Nanming also sent Mocheng's information as promised.
Feng Danyuan and Wei Zi looked carefully and found nothing special.
Feng Nian, who came from both sides, also traveled thousands of miles and sent them detailed information about Mocheng.
Feng Nian was quite excited: "Master, gold and iron mines were discovered in Mocheng two years ago! The Lord of Mocheng kept such a big thing a secret. If you hadn't asked us to investigate thoroughly this time, I'm afraid we still wouldn't have discovered it.
Woolen cloth!"
Feng Danyuan nodded calmly, indicating that he understood.
Feng Nian's enthusiasm suddenly turned into confusion: What's going on, gold can't interest the master anymore? The master is now taking the route of "treating money as dirt"?
Feng Danyuan didn't notice the disappointed look in Feng Nian's eyes. He was focused on that pile of information, comparing it with Nanming's information in his mind.
Basically there are no big deviations.
In other words, the information Nanming gave is true, and what Nanming said on that day is also true.
Nanming didn't lie, but he concealed something. But what did he conceal?
"Is there anything else?" Feng Danyuan asked.
Feng Nian originally wanted to talk about the gold mine, but his master didn't seem to be interested in the matter, so he was unsure whether to talk about it or not.
Then - don't say it.
Feng Nian shook his head.
Feng Danyuan was silent.
At this point, it seems that we have fallen into a desperate situation, with no way forward.
When Feng Nian saw that his master didn't ask him what he wanted anymore, he quietly withdrew.
