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Two flowers bloom, each with one branch.

While the Taoists were studying the pearls, Wang Guan and others also, under the guidance of Zhang Qing, bypassed several palaces, gradually entered the interior of the Taoist temple, and then came to a relatively remote building.

Wang Guan looked carefully and found that the building seemed to be a loft. It was just a loft made of reinforced concrete. It looked inconspicuous, but if you observe carefully, you will find that the attic has no window. The three-story loft building is not even visible.

Only the first floor has a doorway opened.

At this time, Zhang Qing took out a few keys to open the tight door, the fourth and fifth floor security doors, and finally entered the password. In short, the protective measures of this attic are very good. Generally, even if a thief can sneak to the side, he can thieves.

It is estimated that it will not be able to break through so many steel gates. And once there is a sound, there will be Taoist priests on duty nearby, rushing from all directions and directly catching turtles in the jar.

Of course, no matter how powerful the security door is, it has nothing to do with Wang Guan. He is here to pick things up now, but he is not trying to step on the terrain and intends to be a gentleman on the beam.

Seeing Zhang Qing open the steel door, Wang Guan was quite polite and let Mr. Zhang go in first and then follow him.

Although there is no window in the attic, there are ventilation holes, so it doesn't seem stuffy. In addition, many electric lights are installed. The lights are turned on, making the internal space very bright, so there is no need to worry about not being able to see clearly.

After entering, Wang Guan felt as if he had come to the library. He saw more than twenty rows of bookshelves, each row of books filled with books. After a look, he was sure that the bookshelf should have Taoist classic works.

Or some people think that there are not many Taoist classics, but the more famous one is just a Tao Te Ching. In fact, this is a wrong idea. As a local religion, Taoism has a longer history. The accumulation over thousands of years must have exceeded that of the introduction from the Eastern Han Dynasty.

In Chinese Buddhism, there are so many Taoist classics that can be described as numerous as a large number of magnificent and vast. It is not an exaggeration to describe it.

"This is the Sutra Library, not a treasure house, right?" However, Wang Guan is not here to study Taoist works now. When he saw the books piled up with the attic, he frowned.

"For Longhu Mountain, these are rare treasures." Zhang Qing said seriously. Although modern people's understanding of Taoism is becoming more and more superficial, as orthodox Taoists, there are still some who are willing to study this science seriously.

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Actually, it is true that a sect that can be passed down for thousands of years. If it were just to summon believers to burn incense and worship God, but it had no meaning, it would have disappeared in the long river of history. However, it was only concerned about the poor and the classics, but not deep.

Folk missionary, there is definitely no future.

In other words, theory and practice are indispensable. Only by combining the two can religion last forever.

However, Wang Guan didn't feel that much. When he heard Zhang Qing's words, he felt that he was fooling himself, so he was naturally a little dissatisfied. But he did not question Zhang Qing. Instead, he turned around and complained: "Old Zhang, you said it."

My dear, are these books? This is a bit different from what you describe.”

"What's the hurry?"

At the right time, Old Zhang smiled and said, "There are three floors in the attic, and this is just the first floor. The real good thing is on it."

"What are you waiting for? Go up quickly." Wang Guan urged, and after walking around a row of bookshelf, he immediately saw the stairs leading to the second floor.

After a while, several people went up to the second floor. Wang Guan immediately exclaimed. If the first floor was a library, then the second floor was a miscellaneous warehouse. There were many objects displayed in the very spacious space.

Of course, according to Taoist terms, these things should be called magic tools. There are tokens, magic seals, flags, bells, horns, bells, bells, leather drums, banners, altars, etc., plus swords, maces, rulers, and weapons, which constitute the

A miscellaneous library in Wang Guan’s eyes.

At first glance, there is a wide range of things, and there is no duplicate in everything. Take the seal as an example, there are all kinds of materials such as gold, silver, copper, iron, wood, and jade. The shape is generally square, but the thickness is flat but there is no unified regulation.

Due to the different seals and their functions, they can submit letters to the heaven, send letters, call ghosts and gods, communicate saints and spirits, drive evil spirits, treat evil and diseases, nourish the body, and protect the body, etc. Anyway, a row of glass

There were about hundreds of magic seals of all sizes at the counter, which made the king dazzled and somewhat amazed.

"It's indeed a treasure house."

Seeing these magical instruments, Fang Mingsheng, who came with him, had a pilgrimage mentality.

"Old Zhang." Wang Guan didn't believe in religion, so he quickly calmed down, observed carefully for a moment, and immediately said softly: "Most of these things are new."

"Yeah, it's new."

Old Zhang nodded and said, "Of course, the so-called new is relatively common. Some magic tools have been used for twenty or thirty years, while others were only completed a few years ago. But no matter what, the magic here is

All instruments are carefully made and then blessed by opening an altar and chanting scriptures, so they are qualified to be stored here.”

After hearing this, Wang Guan didn't have any special feeling, but Fang Mingsheng was different. As a shrewd businessman, he naturally knew the principle of keeping good things for his own use.

"Master Zhang, you are too much. You are leaving the fine products and giving them bad ones. How can you treat devout believers like this..." In an instant, Fang Mingsheng immediately grabbed Zhang Qing and strongly condemned him for his selfish behavior.

"Mr. Fang."

At this time, Zhang Qing smiled helplessly and explained: "This is the inheritance of the Heavenly Master Mansion and also the model of magic tools, so it is not easy to make it public, so you will forgive me."

"Let me forgive me." Fang Mingsheng smiled: "But..."

"clear."

Zhang Qing sighed slightly, "What do you like? You can also ask for one to go back."

"Then... it's disrespectful."

Fang Mingsheng was satisfied and let go, and then he began to pick and pick.

The Emperor ordered that he would not accept it, and he would cut the fractal in a short time. He could tell whether he was a rare treasure at first glance. Five thunders cut the ghost seal, summoned the five thunders, and used thunder to control evil and suppress evil, and even more, he stayed at home to defend his home.

Magic weapons. In addition, there are lightning strike peach wood swords, Tianpeng rulers, and ghost sticks...

Many magical instruments have different functions, either to protect the house, to receive blessings, to drive away evil spirits, or to regulate the aura. Moreover, all of them are high-quality products, making it difficult for Fang Mingsheng to choose and be in a dilemma, and wishing to move them all back home.

While Fang Mingsheng was worried and entangled, Wang Guan and Zhang Lao went to the third floor of the attic.

After all, Wang Guan also said first, don’t have anything related to Taoism, so no matter how exquisite these magical instruments are, he will not touch them. Besides, he didn’t think these things are so good. Even if Zhang Qing gave them to him, he might not have been.

Will want it.

Fang Mingsheng regarded it as a treasure, but Wang Guan disdained it. This is because of different positions and different concepts of looking at things, and there is no question of which one is higher or lower.

After a while, Wang Guan and Mr. Zhang went to the third floor, and this was their paradise.

"Don't say the old man cheats you."

At this time, Mr. Zhang chuckled softly: "Celebrity calligraphy and paintings of all dynasties, and works by famous masters of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties are all available here. As for what you like, you have to choose it yourself, and I won't help you."

"You don't have to worry about this all the time." Wang Guanzi said confidently: "When you come here, you will never return empty-handed, and you will also take away the best things."

"Okay, then you can watch it slowly." Old Zhang smiled. Maybe he came here often and was very familiar with this place. After saying that, he walked straight to a counter where he wanted something.

In contrast, Wang Guan was at a disadvantage. Unlike the situation on the first and second floors, the layout of the third floor is more restrained. Things are collected rather than placed. There are spacious spaces, boxes and cabinets. However, these

However, the cabinet is closed, making it impossible to see what objects are inside.

After Wang Guan looked around, he immediately learned about Mr. Zhang and walked towards the nearest cabinet next to him. The cabinet was not locked and could be opened directly. Then he saw the neatly arranged book.

Wang Guan picked up a scroll casually, untied the tie with a light hand, spread it out half of it, and saw the inscription at the beginning of the scroll, and immediately knew that this was the work of Dong Qichang, a great painter of the Ming Dynasty. But was it an authentic work, a fake, or a fake,

It needs to be carefully identified.

In the history of calligraphy and painting, Dong Qichang was known as a disruption to Dong. The main reason is that this person has too many fakes. In addition to his own works and other counterfeit works, there are also works by him who can write on behalf of others.

You should know that putting aside the question of character, Dong Qichang had a high status in the history of calligraphy and painting. When it comes to calligraphy and painting masters in the Ming Dynasty, he must be inseparable from him. At that time, he was no longer a famous calligraphy and painting master. He came to ask for his calligraphy and calligraphy.

There are endless people painting. Dong Qichang is tired of dealing with it and is very hard, so he naturally has to ask someone to write for him.

Speaking of ghostwriting, it was very popular in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and no one thought there was anything wrong. After all, it was just a social work, and everyone's requirements were not high. As long as it was similar in five or six points, and the print was real, then

I was satisfied.

Of course, generally speaking, only masters of calligraphy and painting have such a pen-speaking behavior, so to a certain extent, whether there are any pen-speaking works is also the standard for measuring whether the person is a famous artist.

Speaking of which, Dong Qichang is also a very diligent calligrapher and painter, and he has many works. His works have been created by himself, copied works by famous masters of all ages, works by his palace, works by later generations, and fake works by later generations.

The calligraphy and paintings of calligraphy and paintings were passed down, and it was a mixture of fish and dragons, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false, so it was known as the Chaos Dong.

If it is an authentic masterpiece, it will definitely be worth tens of millions. If it is a fake, the price will be reduced by half, and tens of millions of dollars is considered good. As for fakes, it will cost a few hundred yuan. After all, it will cost a lot to make a fake.

"How is it, do you like this drawing?"

At the same time, Qian Lao Youyou walked over and asked curiously: "Whose work?"

"Dong Qichang."

Wang Guan pondered: "But it looks like a fake."
Chapter completed!