Rebel Demon King

Chapter 537
[Push the book "Rebirth of the Golden Empress" written by a cute girl-the world is not benevolent, and everything is a humble dog.When fate can be controlled at will, should we keep silent, or rise up and fight?Fellow males, don’t miss it when you pass by, maybe you can go to the female channel to hook up with a few female book friends? 】

(Thanks to "Mo Xun M" for the rewards)

It was only when Cheng Mo walked into the reading room that he could see the whole picture of the room clearly. The room was not too big, about forty square meters, and the room looked a bit messy. There were many replicas of Terracotta Warriors on the side facing the door. There are also restored versions of the miniature copper cart and bronze tripod. There are no calligraphy and paintings on the wall, but there are a lot of rolled-up stickers in the corner of the wall. It is vaguely seen that they are all Xiaozhuan and Dazhuan.
On the right side of the entrance is a mahogany bookcase to the top. The glass door of the bookcase is densely filled with various books, most of which are history books. ", there is "Zizhi Tongjian" in the Song Dynasty, "Siku Quanshu" in the Qing Dynasty, "Outline of Chinese History" compiled by Huaxia itself, and "Cambridge History of Huaxia" published by Cambridge.
There were no other decorations in the bookcase, only red, black, and blue tomes filled the entire wall of the bookcase. Cheng Mo glanced at it roughly, and most of them were related to the Qin Dynasty. Books, "The Excavation Report of the No. [-] Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit of the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang", "Archaeological Discovery and Research of the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum", "Research on the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the Qin Shihuang Mausoleum", "Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit", "Excavation Report of the Bronze Chariots and Horses of the Qin Mausoleum", "Qin Dynasty Dai Tao Wen", "Qin Characters Collection", "Qin Tong False Characters Collection and Interpretation".
Cheng Mo knew that most of the books about the Qin Dynasty were edited by the gray-haired old man in front of him. Professor Yuan Zhongyi was not only a master of "Qin Terracotta Warriors", but also an expert in various writings of the Qin Dynasty. An expert, "Qin Dynasty Tao Wen", which was awarded the first prize of the National Excellent Book Award, was edited by Professor Yuan Zhongyi.

Cheng Mo looked at Yuan Zhongyi who was engrossed. The gray-haired old man with his hair combed back was flipping through a book with yellowed pages or vertical traditional characters. Obviously this book is an ancient book with collection value.Cheng Mo didn't call out Professor Yuan's name immediately. He knew best that when he was reading seriously, he hated others disturbing him, especially when he was concentrating on it.

So Cheng Mo didn't speak, just stood beside Yuan Zhongyi, who was sitting upright, pressed his fingers to the words and slowly moved down to read a book, waiting quietly. The middle-aged woman who looked like a nanny saw this and wanted to pat Professor Yuan on the shoulder to remind him But Cheng Mo gently waved his hand to signal no, so the middle-aged woman smiled at Cheng Mo, and then sat back on the stool behind without clapping her waving hand in the air.

The sun shines on the glass-covered desk, and there are many photos under the transparent glass, most of them are black and white, and almost all of them are group photos with pottery figurines and bronze wares. Cheng Mo can vaguely see Professor Yuan's eyebrows and eyes, At that time, Professor Yuan was very young and quite handsome. He was squatting in the ash pit with an archaeological brush and was carefully removing ashes from the pottery figurines.
Under the entire desk are almost all photos taken by Mr. Yuan at various excavation sites, and there are no photos with any Chinese leaders or foreign celebrities. Cheng Mo's inner admiration spontaneously arises, because his father is also like this, and most scholars in unpopular disciplines They all live in a small room, keep their lives clean, do not compete with the world, maintain their pure virtues, ignore the worldly glory, and only pursue the truth beyond the material.

Even some more partial subjects, such as astronomy, oceanography, geology, and Cheng Mo’s favorite philosophy, are more lonely and lonely majors. If you choose this major, if you are not a rich second generation, you are doomed to stick to poverty unless you give up. This major, to engage in other occupations
Although Cheng Mo didn't want to be such a person, he still respected such a person, especially after returning from the Pantheon.

I don't know how long it took, until Yuan Zhongyi took off his fingertips and went to serve the teacup, the middle-aged woman sitting behind stood up again and said, "Professor Yuan, President Hu introduced you to ask questions. students have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Yuan Zhongyi was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Cheng Mo who had been standing behind, "I'm sorry, little classmate, I was too absorbed in watching, don't blame, don't blame."

Cheng Mo hurriedly bowed slightly, "It was the students who came to bother you. If you are willing to take the time to answer questions, the students will be very grateful."

Yuan Zhongyi smiled "haha", "Good! Good! Good!"

The middle-aged woman standing behind hurriedly said loudly: "Mr. Yuan, I am very sorry that this student said that he came to disturb you. I am very grateful that you are willing to take the time to meet him."

Yuan Zhongyi put down his hand on the table, and said with a slightly embarrassed expression: "I thought he asked me if I was in good health!"

The middle-aged woman turned her head and said to Cheng Mo: "You have to speak louder, Mr. Yuan is getting old, and his ears are a little hard of hearing."

Yuan Zhongyi quickly said: "The ears are back, but the age is not old. Peng Zu's life is 880 years old, and I am only a fraction. How old are you?"

The middle-aged woman walked over and closed the door of the reading room, turned around and confessed to Mr. Yuan, "Yes! Yes! You are still young, so I was wrong!"

"Hey! That's right!" Yuan Zhong nodded, took a sip of the strong tea full of green leaves from his teacup, and immediately said to the middle-aged woman, "Little Qian, hurry up and pour tea!"

"Oh! Oh! Sorry, I forgot!" The middle-aged woman turned around and bent down to get the thermos placed in the corner. After shaking it, she found that there was no water in it, and said, "I'm going to burn it now!"

Yuan Zhongyi smiled wryly, turned his head and said to Cheng Mo, "I don't usually have many people here, so I'm not well prepared. I'm sorry."

Cheng Mo quickly waved his hands and said loudly: "It's okay, I won't drink."

Yuan Zhongyi said to the middle-aged woman: "Go and buy a bottle of drink for your little classmate! Nowadays, young people drink strong tea like us old men! They all drink drinks." He said, "Student, do you want Coca-Cola, iced tea, or something else?"

Cheng Mo said sincerely: "Old Mr. Yuan, it's really unnecessary. I don't drink drinks. I just want to consult you with some questions about the Qin Dynasty. As long as you help me clear up my doubts, I will be happier than giving me anything to drink."

Yuan Zhongyi was not a hypocritical person either. He nodded and waved his hand very grandly, "Okay! When it comes to Qin Chao, I can answer you no matter what questions you have. If I can't answer, no one will be able to answer you." "After speaking, Yuan Zhongyi seemed to remember something, his eyes froze for a while, and he sighed, "There was another one two years ago, but it has already gone west!"

Cheng Mo knew that Yuan Zhongyi was referring to the late Tsinghua archaeologist and architect Yang Hongxun. In fact, Yang Hongxun and his father were considered colleagues, so Cheng Mo lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice: "Mr. Yang passed away. It is a great loss to the Chinese archaeological community."

Hearing that Cheng Mo directly guessed the person he wanted to talk about, Yuan Zhong's eyes lit up, and he looked at Cheng Mo, "Whose student are you?"

"I'm still a high school student." Cheng Mo hesitated and said.

Yuan Zhongyi didn't mind Cheng Mo's young age, so he asked with great interest: "Sit down, how about sitting down first? I'm interested in the Qin Dynasty, and I'm wondering whether I should take the history department?"

Cheng Mo put his hands on his knees and sat on the chair next to the bookcase in an orderly manner, and said, "No, I'm writing an online novel recently, and I just want to know about Qin Chao's summoning of souls, so I've asked my elders to contact you. You, I hope you can give me some pointers."

Yuan Zhongyi suddenly realized, but he was a little disappointed, but he didn't say much. He just turned the wooden chair around, faced Cheng Mo, picked up the cup and took a sip of strong tea, then closed the lid and said: "Pre-Qin The customs and summoning of souls are very interesting things, but there are not many people who specialize in this area, and I only know a little bit, so let me talk about it in general!"

"In the pre-Qin period, people generally believed that life was formed by the transformation of vitality. The soul is Yang Qi, the soul is Yin Qi, and the soul is combined into a specific life. When a person is born, there is spirit attached to the body, the spirit is the soul, and the body is the body. Soul. When a person is about to die, the soul will return to the sky, and the body will return to the earth. This is the process of reincarnation of human life. If the human soul leaves the body, it will cause illness in the short term, and death in the long term Therefore, in the pre-Qin customs, there was a ritual of recalling the soul. This custom was later integrated into the etiquette and became an indispensable part of the ancient funeral. The Confucian classics called it "recovery". The meaning of the wandering soul returning to the body." After a pause, Yuan Zhongyi asked like an exam school: 'Re', do you understand? "

Cheng Mo nodded and said: "Fu is calling the soul, also known as calling the soul. It is a very ancient custom in China. It originated very early. It is recorded in "Ritual Rhyme". After calling the soul, it also developed into Taoist etiquette, forming a set The complete soul-calling ceremony and soul-calling alchemy have their own unique institutional majesty. In fact, it has been passed down to this day, and many folks still believe that soul-calling can communicate Yin and Yang. In fact, even today, Taoist soul-calling is not new in rural areas."

Yuan Zhongyi nodded approvingly, "Actually, in ancient times, all the emperors, generals, and ordinary people had to summon souls before the funeral. Pre-Qin was a society with distinct levels, so the etiquette of summoning souls was due to the difference in the status of the deceased. But there are different regulations. According to the "Rituals·Scholar's Funeral" records: If a scholar dies, one person will summon the soul. If the monarch dies, the ceremony of summoning the soul will be more complicated and the scene will be more grand. The monarch has a special summoning The official name is Xia Cai. In addition, there are priests and servants who also participated in the matter. "Zhou Li, Tian Guan" records: "After the death of the emperor and the king"

"This kind of soul-calling ceremony has been going on for a long time. In fact, funerals held according to Taoist rules still have soul-calling rituals. The T-shaped silk script unearthed from Xin Zhui's tomb is the soul-calling banner, which is called "calling back the soul!"

During this period, Yuan Zhongyi talked about this for more than an hour, and Cheng Mo listened carefully for more than an hour, occasionally asking questions, and being able to discuss a few words back and forth with Yuan Zhongyi, but Cheng Mo did not He didn't hear the details he needed, and when Yuan Zhong mentioned the "Calling Soul Banner", Cheng Mo asked: "Is the Calling Soul Banner only in the form of silk script?"

Yuan Zhongyi frowned, "Most of them are silk scripts, which were later referred to by Taoism as spiritual flags. According to ancient records, there are also wooden pillars, but so far no spirit-calling flags in the form of wooden pillars have been found."

Cheng Mojian finally talked about the issues he was concerned about, and asked, "What you're talking about is only the way of recruiting souls, which starts as soon as a person dies. I just want to ask if there is a way to recruit dead souls?"

Yuan Zhongyi closed his eyes and thought for a while, frowned, inhaled, and made a "hissing" sound, "It seems that someone asked me this question before, but I can't remember who it is." After a while, Yuan Zhongyi knocked. Knocked on the head, shook his head and said, "Why can't you think about it?"

Yuan Zhongyi couldn't think of it, and didn't continue to struggle, and continued: "Actually, there is no record of this method of summoning the soul of the dead, but there are many descriptions in a poem from Chu State that has been handed down—"Calling the Soul". , in fact, not only "Calling the Soul", in fact Qu Yuan's "Li Sao" and "Nine Songs" both talked about the "Calling the Soul"

Although Cheng Mo was very curious about who asked Yuan Zhongyi the same question, he was not so curious that he had to know, because whether he entered the inner world or not, it was normal to ask this question, and it was not a very special envoy. So Cheng Mo didn't ask any further questions.

As soon as Yuan Zhong finished talking about the poem "Calling the Soul", he began to talk about the shaman of Chu State (吴觋 wuxi, in ancient times, witches were called "魔", and male wizards were called "觋", collectively known as "Witches"). It has been talked about how Wu Ji was passed down to the Qin Dynasty.

Another two hours passed, Cheng Mo didn't think it was boring, he listened with gusto, until the sun went down, the middle-aged woman told Yuan Zhongyi to go back, Yuan Zhongyi glanced at the sunset outside the window, stopped Come down, and asked with a smile: "Little classmate, do you want to have a meal at my house? Let's talk while eating?"

As a high school student, Yuan Zhongyi appreciated Cheng Mo's understanding of history, so he sent out an invitation.

Although Cheng Mo really wanted to go, he felt that it would be too ignorant to come to eat at the house for the first time, so he shook his head quickly, but took out a note with Xiaozhuan from his pocket, and handed it to Yuan Zhongyi, asking and answering: "Mr. Yuan, what is the word for this □?"

Yuan Zhongyi took the note, pushed his glasses, and after getting closer, he shook his head and began to read: "there are 12 emperors, each wearing court clothes, and returning to the temple of Taizu. When ascending from the east, north, and west , Yun: "Gao, the emperor is back!" If so, the third is to roll the clothes and throw them in front of him, and the secretary accepts them in the box. He ascends from the ranks of the shackles, and puts the clothes on the corpse. If he recovers but does not recover, he is doing death."

After reading it, Yuan Zhong was taken aback, "It seems that someone showed me something with the same content two years ago, and asked me what this □ means."

Cheng Mo was startled, and quickly asked, "Really? Mr. Yuan, can you tell me who brought it to you?"

Yuan Zhongyi propped up the table with one hand, held the note in the other, and frowned again, "Now my memory is getting worse and worse, I really can't remember it."

"Please think about it, this may be very important to me." Cheng Mo said a little eagerly.

Yuan Zhongyi closed his eyes, rubbed his temples again, and said in a dull tone after a long time, "I remember some things that are relatively long ago, but why I just can't remember things that are relatively recent?"

Cheng Mo was a little disappointed, and knew it was not good to force Professor Yuan, "Forget it if you can't remember it, then you should know what word or character this □ represents?"

Yuan Zhongyi smiled, "Of course I know, the eaves, this □ refers to the eaves, the whole passage is about recruiting the soul of the emperor, twelve people wearing court clothes stood in the temple of Taizu, climbed up from the east eaves On the roof, holding the clothes worn by the emperor during his lifetime, he called the emperor's name three times to the north to greet the return of the dead. Then he threw the clothes into the bamboo box in the vestibule, and the soul caller retreated from the cornice on the west. Climb up the steps and cover the dead body with clothes. If the dead doesn’t recover, it’s really dead, and it’s time for a formal funeral.”

Yuan Zhongyi explained the whole passage clearly, Cheng Mo understood it, imagined the grand occasion of Qin Shihuang's summoning the soul at that time, and said quickly: "Thank you"

Yuan Zhongyi waved his hand, "There is nothing to thank, I have to thank you too, chatted with me all afternoon, I said little classmate, I see that you are also very interested in history, and you know a lot. If you are not interested, why don't you take the Archeology Department of Chang'an Jiaotong University?"

Of course, Cheng Mo couldn't say that he didn't think about it. He nodded and said, "I'm still very interested in history, but there are still two years before the college entrance examination, so I'm thinking about it now."

Yuan Zhongyi stood up from his chair, "haha" and patted Cheng Mo's shoulder with a smile, "Remember to apply for our Chang'an History Department when the time comes! I can recommend a tutor for you!"

"Sure, then. Mr. Yuan, I'll go first! I'm really sorry to take up your time!" Said Wanwanmo and bowed to Yuan Zhongyi.

"It's okay, it's okay! By the way, what's your name?" Yuan Zhongyi waved his hand happily.

"Cheng Mo."

"Cheng Mo." Yuan Zhongyi repeated in surprise, as if remembering something, and suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with Cheng Yongze?"

Seeing Yuan Zhongyi's stunned expression, Cheng Mo's heart immediately rose to his throat, "He is my father."

Yuan Zhong patted his thighs one by one, and suddenly realized: "Yes! It was your father two years ago, who came to look for me and showed me the same note."

(End of this chapter)