Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

When it comes to porcelain, calligraphy and painting, Song Pan'er really can't tell whether it's good or bad, but Song Pan'er can still tell the quality of this fabric.

This silk satin is not ordinary at first glance. Not to mention the exquisiteness of the craftsmanship, the color is not something ordinary people can use. Copper yellow, it looks like it was used by the royal family.

Carefully lay it flat on the carpet, leaving the entire satin surface unobstructed.

What is shocking is that the pattern on the satin is three-dimensional, as if it is carved.

There is a watch frame on the outside with a copper coin-style ring pattern. In the center of the frame is a pagoda woven and painted by scriptures, with the four characters "Amitabha" in the middle. It is surrounded by various Buddhist ornament patterns and dragon and phoenix patterns, interspersed with scriptures in small frames.

Song Pan'er, a top student in the Chinese Department of Peking University, worked hard to decipher those scriptures. Roughly Sanskrit, Manchu, Chinese and Tibetan. As for what was written, she only recognized two of them, one was the "Great Compassion Mantra" and the other was the "Vajra Prajna Sutra", and she couldn't understand the rest.

"Milk, you found the treasure." Song Pan'er picked up the magnifying glass and wanted to study this embroidery method. Before watching, I didn’t forget to give her milk a reassurance.

"What's going on? What is this? It looks like a quilt!" Mrs. Qian also lay down on the carpet and watched with her granddaughter.

"Quiet?" Song Pan'er took another look and it looked exactly like him.

After calming down, she put the magnifying glass on a cloud pattern, and then she was shocked. It turned out to be a woven weave, and there were breaks between the patterns and colors, so it felt like a knife carving. This technique is truly ingenious.

Song Pan'er didn't know how to express her shock, so she just said:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this embroiderer is so awesome!"

It must be a treasure if it is so well hidden. Song Pan'er secretly rejoiced, this man was so lucky that he couldn't stop him, it was all for nothing, haha!

I took a few photos and kept them for reference. Then he folded the silk satin gently, put it in the box, and arranged it neatly in a row with other treasures.

Mrs. Qian no longer felt sorry for the cassock. She was so happy that the walnuts in her hand almost flew away.

However, the grandfather and grandson were not happy for long. Song Paner put her baby down and went out to the Internet cafe. After returning from the Internet cafe, without saying a word, she took her breasts to the bathroom, rubbed her hands for half an hour, and then opened the two doors leading to the basement. locked.

"What's going on?" Song Pan'er's confusing behavior attracted Song Lai'er who was reading upstairs.

"I don't know! I've been struggling since I came back. She almost broke the skin of my old hands." Mrs. Qian shook her hands and complained to Song Lai'er.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Song Lai'er grabbed Song Pan'er who wanted to wash her hands again.

Song Pan'er opened her mouth and looked at her sister and her sister standing next to her. After thinking for a moment, she held back and said nothing. She was afraid of scaring these two people, so she should just let her bear it alone!

She just went to the Internet cafe and first searched for the words "embroidery and carving sense" and found the tapestry craft.

'One inch of tapestry and one inch of gold are known as the holy treasures of weaving. It is the essence of Chinese silk handicrafts. It was used by emperors during the Ming and Qing dynasties and was monopolized by the royal family.

When Song Pan'er saw the above paragraph, she was still very excited, and she was even more sure that it was a royal baby.

She searched for 'Kesi scriptures' again, and what she found was incredible.

The first link is 'Sun Dianying blew up Cixi's tomb, how many treasures did he steal? '

The main text introduces various rare treasures in the Tomb of Cixi in the Eastern Tomb of the Qing Dynasty. Although these had nothing to do with what Song Pan'er wanted to find, she had been exposed to antiques a lot recently and was quite interested in them, so she read them with relish.

There is a sentence in it: "There are so many treasures in the tomb that Sun Dianying's men abandoned the tapestry covered with scriptures like a pair of worn shoes..."

Seeing this, the cold air went straight down the spine to Song Pan'er's Tianling Cover. What else could it be like in the tomb? The words 'shroud' filled Song Pan'er's mind.

Song Pan'er, whose hands and feet were stiff and unwilling to give up, typed in the words "Cixi's shroud". I looked through a few links, and fortunately, one said that Cixi's shroud was seriously damaged. Then the intact one in his hand is definitely not the same one.

But if it’s not Cixi’s, it belongs to someone else! They were all built by dead people!

Song Pan'er's face was full of disgust, thinking about the look of the quilt in her mind, and she was unconsciously flipping through the web page in her hand.

'In 1928, Sun Dianying ransacked the entire Dongling Tomb, and the tombs of Qianlong and Cixi were not spared...'

Qianlong? Song Pan'er's brows twitched and she wanted to search Qianlong again, but gave up. Love belongs to whomever, anyway, it belongs to which emperor in the two dynasties of Ming and Qing dynasties, there is no difference.

Quickly close the web page, check out and go home.

When she thought about that thing being stored in her basement, she felt panicked, but it was a priceless treasure and she couldn't throw it away because she would be worried about the bad guy.

Song Pan'er didn't sleep well all night. When she woke up the next day, her face was blue and her eyes were black. She was so frightened that she thought she was sick.

"Granddaughter, why do you look so bad? Let me see you!"

Mrs. Qian was really scared. The title 'eldest granddaughter' has been changed since Song Lai'er came to the house, but today she unconsciously used it to call Song Pan'er.

Song Pan'er nestled on the sofa and let her breasts touch her forehead. He kept saying, "I'm possessed by evil spirits."

"You kid, you're talking nonsense!" Mrs. Qian felt relieved that her forehead wasn't hot even when she touched it.

"Did you not sleep well?"

"Mom, you said that if you have something very valuable, but this thing is unlucky..." Song Pan'er's brain was a little short-circuited because she hadn't slept well, and she thought she was being very subtle. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Qian guessed it right away. .

"That 'quilt' yesterday?"

Speaking of this, Song Paner felt a chill on her back again, and she didn't want to hide it anymore, so she gritted her teeth and nodded.

"Is it really a quilt?" Mrs. Qian became interested, "You said it's unlucky. It was covered by a dead person?"

As expected of her, her guess was spot on. Song Paner sighed secretly.

"Well, it's a quilt, a quilt from the past life." Song Pan'er changed her name to a subtle one to reduce the impact.

"Oh, what did I think was wrong with you? What's the point! Aren't those treasures used by dead people? You said that the golden phoenix crown, the original owner must be dead too!" Mrs. Qian didn't care. .

"Milk, this one is different, it is in direct contact with...the corpse." Song Pan'er said with a grin on her face.

"Oh! Many of those antiques were buried with them, and they were just thrown next to the corpse. There were some in the mouth and some on the hands. It's nothing!" Mrs. Qian looked at Song Pan'er's wrinkled little face. The look on his face made him want to laugh, "Is this the reason why you started acting like a monster yesterday?"

Song Paner nodded slowly.

"This kid is so timid." Mrs. Qian tapped Song Pan'er's forehead, got up and went to the kitchen.

Milk calms the nerves. Her frightened little granddaughter needs milk to calm down her fright. The old lady muttered and lit the fire to boil the milk.