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Looking at the "Huaixin Louchang Wuzhi", Song Wenyuan was stunned for a few minutes, took the book from Kang Tianzhen, opened the letter, and inside was a neatly bound book of eight volumes.

Kang Tianzhen leaned over, and saw pieces of antiques drawn on the old paper with delicate and smooth brushstrokes, and beside them were introductions in beautiful lowercase letters, detailing where they were purchased on a certain day in a certain year, and in which book they were written. There are records and so on.

Surprised, "This turned out to be a manuscript!"

Wang Sanxiao also leaned over, "Fuck, the manuscripts of the modern painter Song Shiqi, this collection value..."

"How could it be here?" Song Wenyuan murmured, "How could the manuscript of the great grandfather appear in the temple in Jiangxi? It's unreasonable..."

"There are still things below." Wang San smiled sharply and saw that there was an envelope stuffed at the bottom of the bookcase, he pulled it out and opened it, and was immediately amazed by the handsome calligraphy, "It's really a good handwriting."

The letter was very short, but it was written very seriously, Kang Tianzhen read it softly, "My brother Fengzi, the tide has become more and more popular recently, I have heard a lot of bad news, and I am terrified all day long. There are more than [-] paintings and calligraphy in the Huaixin Building , Song and Yuan ancient woodcarvings, finely written old manuscripts, Ming and Qing fine engravings, and more than [-] types of inscriptions and inscriptions. Once they are destroyed, I will not only be ashamed of the Song family’s collection of weeping blood from the seven generations, but will also become a sinner through the ages.”

"After thinking about it, only by entrusting it to you can we escape this catastrophe. I have split the collection of books and delivered more than 1967 pieces including "Splendid Flowers Valley" to you, and dozens of others as gifts to Kong, Wen, and others. Brothers Meng and Zhu, the other 3 items are still in the building, ready to be donated at an optional date. Brother Yu Song Shiqi, March 19, [-]"

"In addition, the plum blossoms in Xiaoling have quietly bloomed, and the fragrance is as dark as yesterday."

The crisp voice gradually disappeared, and there was no sound in the spacious library. Kang Tianzhen raised his eyes and looked at Song Wenyuan. A few dried plum blossoms fell from the envelope, and the dark fragrance was long gone.

"Back when the Huaixin Building was burned, my great-grandfather suffered a heart attack and died on the way to the hospital," Song Wenyuan said in a low voice, picking up the dried plum blossoms. "We all thought that the collection of books in the Huaixin Building had been burned. it's here."

Kang Tianzhen looked at the letter paper, "This Fengzi refers to..."

"Your grandfather, Jiang Fengzi," Wang Sanxiao said indifferently, "At that time, the sixth son of Bogu Shi Shaopao, who was proficient in English, had studied in Germany to study Western philosophy. After returning to China, he joined the military and worked in finance. Selling property to fund the army is a genius."

Kang Tianzhen frowned and thought about it, "I haven't heard too much from Grandma...how could this uncle be in a Buddhist temple?"

Wang San smiled and said, "The old uncle became a monk out of nowhere back then. He first entered Taoism and then Buddha. He broke off the ties with the secular world. The Jiang family can understand if they don't want to say more."

Song Wenyuan looked at the plum blossom in his palm and didn't speak for a long time.

Kang Tianzhen looked at Master Haizhen who was standing quietly on one side, and said politely, "Master, can you tell us something about Uncle Fengzi?"

Master Haizhen uttered the Buddha's name, looked at him and smiled lightly, "The four elements are inherently empty, and the five aggregates are non-existent. How can there be such a phoenix in the mountain temple?"

"..." Kang Tianzhen flattened his lips.

Wang San smiled and laughed, "That's right, after shaving off three thousand threads of trouble, how can you still be a worldly person? The worldly uncle Fengzi is already dead, tsk tsk, I want to become a monk after talking about it."

Kang Tianzhen muttered in a low voice, "If you become a monk, the domineering CEO must be very sad."

Wang San smiled squinting.

Song Wenyuan put the manuscripts together, put them into a bookcase together with the envelope and the plum blossoms, and said to Master Haizhen, "These ancient books are perfectly preserved, and the collection value is extremely high. I want to wrap them up. Please ask Master for a price."

Master Haizhen smiled and said, "Since it is an old collection of your family, then take it away, and it will be considered as returning it to the original owner."

Kang Tianzhen was shocked, "I heard it right, how can I say these are worth hundreds of millions of dollars, for nothing???"

The mage nodded, "It's for nothing."

"This can't work," Song Wenyuan said seriously, "These ancient books can be preserved until now, thanks to the wiping away of the mages in the temple. If the mages hadn't extended a helping hand, these books would have been burned down together with the original Huaixin Building, so We absolutely cannot just take it away.”

Master Haizhen thought for a moment, "In this case, let me discuss with the host and give you a specific price."

After the mage left the underground palace, Wang Sanxiao leaned on the bookcase and flipped through a comic book published in 1980, "You don't even eat the meat that is brought to your mouth, you two are really good-natured."

"Smile, you don't need to provoke me," Kang Tianzhen said, "My uncle said that we are collectors first, and then antique dealers. If others ask for prices, then we will naturally pay back the money, but if others do business sincerely, then We can't treat others badly, this is the way of doing business."

"Hey, little boy, you know a lot about the truth." Wang San smiled, staring at the book, and said with a sneer, "If someone asks for a price of one or two hundred million later, don't worry about it."

"These books are worth so much money," Kang Tianzhen looked at him suspiciously, and leaned over. "What are you looking at? There's a glint in your eyes...Damn it! Pan Jinlian is hanging upside down on a grape arbor!"

Wang San smiled and closed the book, and the three big characters "Jin Ping Mei" on the cover appeared vividly on the paper. He said excitedly, "This comic book is out of print. I have been looking for it for a long time and I have never found such a good quality. Look at this Pan Jinlian...the curves...the aura..."

Kang Tianzhen's eyes glowed green, "Come on, come on, show me quickly... um~ not bad, the printing is very clear, the proportions of this figure are simply drawn according to my ideal type..."

Song Wenyuan was arranging the books in the bookcase next to him. Hearing the shameless remarks of the two people here, he couldn't help but sneer a few times. A poem came to mind: Asking how much sorrow you can have, just like a group of eunuchs going to brothels...

Master Haizhen came back after more than ten minutes, brought an account book, and said slowly, "I discussed with the host, the Daxiong Hall has been in disrepair for a long time, threatening the Buddha statues and painted paintings in the hall, we invite the Jiujiang City A construction company came to carry out repairs, demolished the old tiles, laid steel wire mesh, poured cement, and then laid new tiles. The construction company quoted 20.7 yuan. The weather this year has been unbearable. We are going to install air conditioners for the seven meditation rooms. I heard that Midea The 'new energy-saving' air conditioner only needs one kilowatt-hour of electricity per night, which is very low-carbon. It only sells for [-] yuan on Taobao. There are a few young apprentices in the temple who have grown up, and they should use the Internet to receive external information. The host said that Need to buy some more computers..."

His voice was like chanting sutras, slow and soft. Kang Tianzhen shook his head and interrupted him, "Well... Master, just tell me how much you want to ask for? I'm listening to the right ear with the left ear now." It just took off, and I don’t remember anything.”

Master Haizhen quoted the price, "It is estimated to be about 25.6 yuan, what do you two think about this price?"

"..." Kang Tianzhen pursed her lips tightly, feeling very sad, and couldn't help asking, "25 may not be enough for a lot of rich people to wear a piece of clothing. Isn't it sad that you live in such poverty?"

Master Haizhen said with a smile, "There is nothing good in cultivating one's heart. Although money is omnipotent, how to spend it depends on one's own state of mind. There are grains and vegetables grown in the backyard of the temple. Usually, the cost is not large, and 25 yuan is enough. gone."

Song Wenyuan sighed, "Master is of great wisdom, different from us ordinary people, how about this, in addition to the 25.6 yuan, I also want to ask Master to offer [-] lamps for me and Tianzhen in front of the Buddha, to protect my family Peace and joy."

"There is a saying in the "Bodhisattva Canon" that if you burn ten thousand lamps, it will be as crisp as oil," Master Haizhen said. would be stupid."

After the money and goods were cleared, Song Wenyuan and Kang Tianzhen performed a simple lamp offering ceremony and followed the Zen masters to recite scriptures several times before leaving the monastery.

After moving all the ancient books to the car, Kang Tianzhen turned his head and waved to Master Haizhen, "Goodbye, we will come back when the lamp offering is complete."

As soon as he got into the car, an Audi came along the mountain road from the opposite side. Song Wenyuan frowned suddenly when the two cars passed by.

"What's the matter?" Kang Tianzhen followed his line of sight, only to see that the car window of the other party was opaque, and he couldn't see the people inside at all.

The cruelty in Song Wenyuan's eyes flashed past, and he became indifferent again, "It's Huang Xingyun."

Kang Tianzhen was shocked, "Old Monster Huang? Why did he come here?"

Wang Sanxiao peeled the pistachios without raising his head. The old god said, "Uncle can get the news, and Huang Laoguai naturally has channels to get the news. It's not that I'm the only broker in the antique shop, it's just that they are so fast." Well...compare me? Take a break!"

The Audi stopped at the entrance of Faru Temple, and Huang Xingyun got out of the car. He had gray hair, was wearing a black double-breasted jacket, and a string of ebony rosary beads coated with grease on his wrists, giving him a refined look.

The car door on the other side opened, and an old man with a hat came down with the support of Huang Xingyun. He couldn't see his facial features clearly from such a distance, but judging by the way he staggered, it could be seen that he was very old.

"Who is Old Monster Huang supporting?" Kang Tianzhen squinted his eyes, desperately trying to see his face clearly under the hat.

Song Wenyuan shook his head, "I can't see clearly."

Wang San smiled and threw the pistachios into his mouth, turned his head and looked back through the car window, "Tsk, the way this person walks is either too old or in poor health. Why did he come to the monastery at such an old age? Do you come to ask the Buddha to bless you for a long life?"

Master Haizhen stood at the gate of the temple, not knowing what to say, and saw Huang Xingyun put his hands together very elegantly, bowed his head, turned and walked towards their car.

Song Wenyuan slowly lowered the car window and looked at him coldly, "Mr. Huang, long time no see."

"It's you?" Huang Xingyun stopped abruptly, with an expression of disbelief on his old face, he suddenly thought of something, his shock was replaced by surprise, and he looked into the car excitedly, "Since you are here, that day really What? Is Tianzhen also here?"

Kang Tianzhen poked her head in, "Ask me for it... hey, Song Wenyuan, why are you blocking me?"

"Don't talk," Song Wenyuan blocked Kang Tianzhen behind him, and looked at Huang Xingyun with displeasure. The crazy old man's covetousness for Kang Tianzhen made him feel sick when he thought of it, and he said nonsense with a blank face, "Thank you!" Mr. Huang is concerned, but innocent is not there."

Huang Xingyun stared, "Isn't he here? I saw it just now!"

"You are old and dim, and you saw wrong."

Huang Xingyun gasped, thinking, why is this little bastard so shameless?Obviously my little naive is sitting next to him, how dare to open his eyes and tell lies, I can see his dimples when he laughs, my naive...

Song Wenyuan was neither happy nor angry, and looked at him indifferently, "Mr. Huang came here to collect books at Faru Temple?"

Huang Xingyun asked anxiously, "You bought the book collection?"

"This batch of books originally belonged to the old collection of Huaixin Building," Song Wenyuan said, "Now they are returned to their original owners. The Buddhist masters of Faru Temple are profound in Buddhism, and they only charged a symbolic storage fee of 25 yuan, which I admire very much. .”

"!!!" Huang Xingyun's throat felt sweet and fishy: 25!Four hundred antiques!I was a few minutes late!Not even a hair! ! !

Seeing that his face turned blue instantly, Song Wenyuan smiled coldly and said hypocritically, "There is a saying in Buddhism, nothing can be taken away, only karma is with you, money is something outside the body, and inner wealth is the priceless treasure. Mr. Huang, take care of your body, junior Farewell."

After all, the car started slowly, leaving Huang Xingyun's old and crooked figure far behind.

Kang Tianzhen lay on the rear window, stared at the figure that was getting further and further away, and suddenly exclaimed, "He seems to have fainted."

"Yes," Song Wenyuan replied in a low voice.

Kang Tianzhen sensed that he was not in the right mood, and turned his face suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Song Wenyuan looked at him blankly, suddenly exerted force on his hand, hugged him into his arms, and kissed him vigorously.

Pata...Wang Sanxiao crushed a pistachio, slowly picked out the pulp, and leisurely threw it into his mouth.