"Hello, Professor Wen, do you still recognize me?" Chen Qingyun greeted an old man with white hair next to Mo Jiao.
Mo Jiao said in surprise: "Qingyun, do you know Mr. Wen?"
Wen Churan suddenly realized: "You are Reporter Chen. I remembered it. A few years passed by and I almost didn't recognize you." Then he introduced to Mo Jiao: "This Reporter Chen was the one I excavated ancient tombs in Anping.
We met when we were young. We were still young at the time, but now that we are grown up, I really don’t dare to recognize him anymore.”
Mo Jiao said to Chen Qingyun: "Qingyun, are you still a reporter?"
"I wrote a few articles back then, but I was just fooling around." Chen Qingyun said embarrassedly.
"I was shocked. I thought you were from some newspaper." Mo Jiao said with relief: "The organization department has a big event, can you help me write a report? I also want to go to Yanjing.
Well, I heard that Long Qingwei, a big reporter from "Ziwei Daily", has been to Province S. I want to ask Professor Ren Manzhi to find him for me. Secretary Mingchao of the Provincial Party Committee also wants to meet him. But Qingyun is here. This task
I’ll leave it to you.”
Tong Tong mysteriously said to Mo Jiao: "Minister Mo, you can kill two birds with one stone in this way. It's a good plan."
"You kill two birds with one stone? Why don't I understand what you mean?" Mo Jiao asked puzzledly, could this Chen Qingyun have other tricks?
"Reporters please come and find Long Qingwei." Tong Tong said mischievously.
Mo Jiao understood: "Qingyun, are you Long Qingwei? You are fooling around, you are playing the piano randomly. Tell me honestly, are you Long Qingwei?"
"Long Qingwei is my pen name. When I was a sophomore, "Ziwei Daily" wanted to recruit me to join the newspaper. But when I arrived in Rongcheng, I really failed Professor Yangjiang's good intentions." At this point, Chen Qingyun can no longer do it.
Concealed.
"Well, Chen Qingyun, you are really well hidden, but this is good news. Let's go in and talk." Mo Jiao made a gesture: "Mr. Wen, please." Mo Jiao's question just now was casual and perfunctory.
Unexpectedly, I was really wrong.
There was still a strong smell in the private room, which is inevitable in a newly renovated house. However, the brand-new furniture made everyone feel very comfortable.
At Mo Jiao's insistence, Wen Churan sat in the main seat.
Mo Jiao introduced to everyone: "Mr. Wen is a graduate of Ziwei University before the founding of the People's Republic of China. He is also the oldest alumni of our province S. I had to persuade Mr. Wen to agree to attend our party."
Wen Churan smiled calmly and said: "Minister Mo, are you criticizing me or praising me? I'm not so arrogant. But seeing so many young alumni, I feel that I have become younger. Xiao Chen, back then
I didn’t know you were my schoolmate. If it weren’t for Minister Mo, we would have missed it.”
"Mr. Wen, where are the cultural relics from Anping finally stored? I think the cultural relics in this ancient tomb should be quite valuable, right?"
What happened in the old house of the Ding family in Anping was the biggest question hanging in Chen Qingyun's mind. He just couldn't figure it out. The huge stone coffin disappeared after being said to be missing, and it seemed that it still had something to do with him.
"What happened back then was really rare in my life." Wen Churan talked about it with very complicated emotions: "The ancient tomb has been confirmed to have a history of more than two thousand years, and the identity of the owner of the tomb has been confirmed to be the leader of the ancient Yan tribe.
, to be more precise, he is the leader of the Yan Clan during its matrilineal society.”
"Waiter, bring us some wine." Mo Jiao ordered Qiongjiangyuye. This kind of wine is basically consumed by the upper class in Chengdu.
Mr. Wen didn't drink, and others didn't dare to persuade him. After all, he was in his seventies, and he couldn't be overbearing in many things.
After Mo Jiao finished his opening remarks, Chen Qingyun also held a wine glass and bottle, walked around the table to salute, and then listened to Mr. Wen's story.
Mr. Wen told Chen Qingyun that the Yan tribe was a race that existed in ancient times and was one of the most powerful races in ancient times. There were records of the Yan tribe until the Tang Dynasty. In the Tang Dynasty, they were summoned by Wu Zetian, Tang Xuanzong and others, and they were given the title of
The Taoist priest Sima Chengzhen came from the Yan tribe. He advocated that everyone can cultivate immortality, and divided the process of cultivating immortality into the "Five Gradual Gates", namely fasting, settling down, contemplating, sitting and forgetting, and divine understanding, which is called "immortal cultivation".
"The Tao, the five gates unite into one". The cultivation of the Tao is divided into "seven levels", namely, respecting faith, breaking ties, retracting the mind, doing simple things, seeing the truth, being calm, and attaining the Tao. This "Five Gradual Gates", "Seven Levels"
", he believes that it can be summarized as the three precepts of "simplification", "non-desire" and "quiet mind". As long as you practice the "three precepts" diligently, you can achieve the immortal truth of "being one with the Tao and leaving all worries behind"
realm.
Whether this race exists now is impossible to verify, because the fifty-six ethnic groups after the founding of the People's Republic of China do not include this race.
The Chinese nation is the descendant of Yan and Huang, but there is no written basis for whether this Yan tribe is our ancestor.
Mr. Wen sighed: "It's a pity that the stone coffin is made of such a material that we can't determine what it is. The electric drill has no effect on it. Its strength and hardness are greater than any material we know."
; Buried underground for more than two thousand years, it is as smooth as new without any sign of corrosion; it feels warm to the touch, just like the best jade; the strangest thing is that the more than ten cubic stone coffins cannot be moved at all without a crane.
, disappeared overnight, and there was no trace of damage to the cemetery. This is a truly incredible thing that cannot be explained by modern knowledge."
"I was also in Dingjiacun at that time and heard this legend, but I didn't know the specific reason." Chen Qingyun did not panic in this sentence. Until now, people who have seen the stone coffin disappear cannot tell clearly what the stone coffin is.
How did it disappear, what was the reason for disappearing, not to mention other people.
Qu Xiaoming came over with a wine glass: "Junior brother, you only talk to Mr. Wen, you should be punished with drinking."
Chen Qingyun explained: "At that time, I met Mr. Wen in Dingjiacun, Anping, and heard Mr. Wen talk about something about the ancient tomb, which was a very strange thing."
Faye Wong asked: "Mr. Wen, what's weird?"
Wen Lao explained the magic of the stone coffin and the mysterious disappearance of the stone coffin to everyone. Only then did everyone present know why Chen Qingyun and Wen Lao had such a speculative chat, because the story inside was indeed very strange.
After experiencing the zombie incident, people in Chengdu are more receptive to such bizarre accidents than people in other places.
Tong Tong smiled and said: "Secretary Chen, this is your fault. You and Mr. Wen only share such interesting things. You don't tell us and don't treat us as alumni. Fortunately, you are still our leader."
"Qingyun is your leader?" Mo Jiao asked puzzledly.
Tong Tong explained: "When we were in the school youth league committee, we were both deputy secretaries, but he was the executive in charge of the work, and of course he was the leader."
Chen Qingyun said awkwardly: "Sister Tong Dong, that is a school matter. It has become a thing of the past and is not worth mentioning."
Tong Tong said slyly: "Secretary Chen, you have to have the demeanor of a leader, and you will have to rely on you to protect me in the future?"
Chen Qingyun was anxious: "Minister Mo is here, aren't you giving me eye drops? If Minister Mo takes care of me, I will cause trouble for you."
Mo Jiao said with a smile: "Am I so stupid? Just based on what you said, if I don't give you some eye drops, then my job as the head of the organization will be in vain. Qingyun, be careful, this time you are young
Cadres are temporarily on duty for training, you should be prepared."
Chen Qingyun estimated that Mo Jiao's words were not false and he was just saying them in such a relaxed atmosphere. He pretended to be flustered and said: "Sister Tong Dong, now I am in trouble. What will happen in the future?"
If I come to you, you can't make excuses to refuse."
Qu Xiaoming and other alumni all responded together: "Qingyun, just go down. If you need anything, just come to us and we will do our best to help you."
Chen Qingyun stood up, took a large cup and filled it up to half a catty: "Thank you seniors. If Qingyun can make any progress, I will never forget the support of all seniors." After that, he toasted.
, Wen Churan next to him pulled him: "Qingyun, it's too much, just take a sip and it will be fine."
Qu Xiaoming said to Wen Churan: "Mr. Wen, to Qingyun, this is just drizzle, as easy as drinking boiled water."
Watching Chen Qingyun drink up half a kilogram of liquor in one gulp, Mo Jiao couldn't help but be shocked. But he knew that Chen Qingyun must be fine, because Faye Wong was sitting next to him calmly. In fact, Chen Qingyun had already shown this at Yanjing's alumni gathering
, just not as vigorous as it is now.
Faye Wong was interested in all Chen Qingyun's experiences outside. She asked: "Mr. Wen, you haven't finished talking about the ancient tomb yet."
Wen Churan glanced at Faye Wong gratefully. It was really hard to hold back the words, especially now in the middle of the sentence: "The magic of this ancient tomb is not just about the stone coffin.
The cultural relics unearthed from the entire ancient tomb are of high value and can basically be divided into two categories: bronzes and pottery. Bronzes are mainly weapons and sacrificial utensils. There are many characters on the sacrificial utensils, and we confirmed them based on these characters.
With the identity of the owner of the ancient tomb and a better understanding of the ancient Yan tribe, the academic value of this ancient tomb is very high.
This ancient tomb is unique because, in addition to the stone coffin, there are two other things: First, there is a very small weapon in the shape of a sword, as long as a dagger, a bit like a bayonet, and its hardness and strength are greater than any other metal.
But it's neither metal nor jade. So far, I still don't know what kind of material it is. What's even more strange is that even using emission spectrometer analysis equipment can't produce the slightest effect and can't analyze what elements it is made of."
Now everyone was even more surprised. If the composition of this material could not be found in the periodic table of elements, the value of this archeology would be immeasurable.
Everyone held their breath and listened to Wen Churan continue: "There is another strange phenomenon, that is, the corpse in the ancient tomb has been confirmed to be a female corpse. Her head has a pure gold hood, and the skull is preserved
Very good.
According to our careful observation, there was a small, neat crack on the head of the female corpse. We analyzed that this was man-made, that is to say, someone had performed a craniotomy on this woman.
We asked medical experts to conduct an appraisal, and they are sure that the wound was caused by a craniotomy, and the degree of sophistication of this craniotomy is no less than that of any modern expert."
Wen Churan's narration brought great shock to everyone. Tong Tong asked: "Mr. Wen, why have these not been reported?"
Wen Churan sighed: "This is also the first time that I have said these things outside the institute. The superiors asked for confidentiality and did not allow reporters to interview. None of the people here today are outsiders, and reporter Xiao Chen has also experienced it, and I have also
I spoke openly. After saying this, I felt much more relaxed."
Everyone understands Wen Churan’s feelings very well. It’s hard for anyone to keep such a big secret in their heart. At the same time, everyone is also grateful for Wen Churan’s trust. Mo Jiao expressed his position to Wen Churan on behalf of everyone: “Mr. Wen, please
Don’t worry, after we go out, we will forget everything that happened in this room, and we will not tell today’s story to anyone outside this room.”
Wen Churan said gratefully: "Thank you, Minister Mo, for your understanding, and please everyone."
Qu Xiaoming said: "Qingyun, you are so lucky. Such a magical thing happened to you. I don't understand why you went to that mountain nook. It makes no sense."
Everyone was staring at Chen Qingyun to see how he would explain, including Faye Wong. Faye Wong would listen carefully to what others said about anything involving Chen Qingyun, otherwise with her character, she would not bother to care about other people's affairs.