The reason why I can identify this shroud as being used by Emperor Qianlong is because the human body parts on this shroud are marked with Chinese characters on the left shoulder, right shoulder and navel, left knee, right knee, left sole and right sole.
This is exactly the same as the burial record of Qianlong in historical records!
Back then, Sun Dianying used explosives to blow up the Yuling King Kong Wall, and all the treasures that Qianlong loved most in his life were robbed. This shroud also failed to escape the catastrophe.
It’s just that after so many years, this shroud has been miraculously preserved until now, miraculously appeared in the world, and was miraculously picked up by me.
Just pick up the Shroud of Qianlong for 90,000 yuan. This kind of destiny is unique in the world.
In other words, I recognized the shroud, which made me afraid to pick it up!
On the night of the battle, I spent 3,950 yuan in cash to pick up the male and female seals of the leak. It was because I had to bear the consequences.
As for the Qianlong Shroud, I really don’t dare to pick it up.
What a joke!
This thing is not something that King Yama would stand up to greet and pay homage to when he sees it. Instead, it carries the worst curse that old man Qianlong has endured in the Nether Hell for more than seventy years. Its lethality is comparable to those of the bronzes and Jiuqiao jade that were buried with him. The underworld weapon is more than a hundred thousand times bigger! .
Ordinary people would die if they used this!
Not to mention using it, even if you use it, you will be cursed!
Even if it is wrapped in the cassock of a great eminent monk, it cannot suppress the blood curse and resentment coming from old man Qianlong!
Even though I tried my best to minimize the burden of karma, I still have lingering fears.
In the 1980s and 1990s, many wealthy people in Tuhao placed bronze ware and jade with nine orifices on their bedside and played with it every day. However, they were cursed with blood and lost their entire fortune and died.
Those are just for the princes!
This shroud belongs to Qianlong!
After listening to my brief narration, Mr. Wu's chest was still heaving, and his big black nostrils kept spewing hot breath like volcanic lava.
It can be seen that the fifth master is very angry. He stared at me with his blood-red eyes for a while, then suddenly picked up the gold-embroidered cassock and looked over it over and over again, as if trying to find out the origin of the shroud.
In 1928, Yuling was purchased for zero yuan. More than seventy years later, the Shroud has never been seen on the market, and there has not even been any news about it.
Now that the shroud appears out of thin air, and the cassock wraps it up to suppress it, there must be something fishy in it.
But no matter how Wu Ye searched, he couldn't find any clues.
"If you like it, Fifth Master, just keep it."
Hearing this, Mr. Wu raised his head suddenly, his sharp eyes staring at me like wolf eyes, paired with the ferocious and ugly face like a half-orc, which made people shudder.
"This is my shame, Aisin Gioro!"
"If Qianlong had listened to Ai and Ertai and not chosen Shengshui Valley as the auspicious place for ten thousand years, would there have been any disasters later?"
"Shengshui Valley, Shengshui Valley, there's only damn water left."
"Yongzheng chose Jiufeng Chaoyang Mountain at that time. During the process of building the mausoleum, he found that there were gravels in the soil. Although the scale was large, the shape was not complete. The soil in the cave was also filled with gravels, making it unusable, so he went to Xiling! "
"Qianlong, this rebellious son, even dares to use the land that my father abandoned. And he dares to tap his own acupuncture points. Damn you!"
The more he spoke, the more excited the Fifth Master became, and his voice became even more brutal and hoarse, as if his vocal cords were about to tear in the next second: "In the entire Qing Dong Tomb, only Shunzhi sat in the True Dragon's True Acupoint, and that was the only place in the Qing Dong Tomb. The True Dragon’s True Cave.”
"The following Kangxi, Qianlong, Xianfeng and Tongzhi all used the Shadow Dragon Cave from Shunzhi Dragon Cave. All four emperors drank the Shunzhi Dragon Cave's clear soup, how could it not be stolen!"
"I pretend I haven't seen any of the nine true dragon caves in the Longxing Land of Changbai Mountain. I just want to stay in this colorful world. There is no natural reason for such a dynasty and such a family to perish!"
The huge steel-jointed warehouse was filled with Master Wu's hysterical roars at the top of his lungs.
Zhong Xiaojing's sound of sleeping soundly was completely incompatible with such a scene.
I frowned and listened silently, secretly disapproving of it.
.
In fact, what the Fifth Master said was correct, but the Fifth Master didn't say anything.
The Ming Dynasty fell, but many people fought back and fought to the last man. Singing and crying!
In the final battle at Yashan, one hundred thousand Han descendants sank into the sea and died for their country. Famous brands make history!
When the Manchu Qing Dynasty fell, the whole country celebrated with their hats played. Except for the old and young, everyone in China sang and danced.
You treat the common people as dogs, and the common people treat you as dogs!
This is what Fifth Master didn’t say!
Silently he took out the last surprise gift and placed it on the table before quietly leaving.
I arrived at the Steel Seam Warehouse on time at eleven o'clock the next night. The shroud had been neatly folded and placed on the table, but the cassock holding it down was missing.
There are also some very fine gold particles on the ground, presumably the product of melting the gold edge on the cassock.
I didn't see anything special about that cassock, so it was just burned.
Next to him, Zhong Xiaojing was devouring his food, while Mr. Wu here was sitting at the table made of welded steel plates, looking at me coldly.
For the first time, a large wooden board was laid on the cold 304 stainless steel table.
On the wooden board, there is a dark ancient painting.
"Where did this painting come from?"
"Lotus mountain."
"The Zhu family mausoleum guard?"
"I don't know. It should be."
"What's the name of this painting?"
"It hasn't been named yet. You pick one."
Wu Ye, who had not slept all day and night, put out his cigarette butt, stood up, and looked at the ancient painting carefully for a long time: "This Song Dynasty painting is a top national treasure. Let's call it the Mother and Son Monkey Picture."
I was stunned: "The painting is a monkey? Shouldn't it be a bear?"
"What are your eyes? These are two fucking monkeys, one big and one small!"
"What did Old Man Cao teach you?"
I got closer to the ancient painting and took a closer look, and couldn't help but gasp: "Have you washed it?"
"Only washed it once."
The fifth master's eyes were red but he never left Song Hua. He said quietly: "It's too precious. I don't dare to wash it."
Turning around, Fifth Master said coldly: "Old man Cao, never taught you how to wash and repair paintings?"
"He taught me shit. I taught myself everything."
The Song Dynasty paintings I picked up while helping Wang Yong look at the tombs at Lianhua Mountain that day have now revealed some of their true features.
