At noon, I was asked to use ink and white paper to rub out the row of strange symbols on the silver bottle. I was not very good at making rubbings, not to mention that it was quite difficult to make such a standing piece. It took me four or five attempts before I succeeded. .
After drying the ink, I picked up the paper and looked at it carefully.
My head guessed right, this was definitely not a decorative pattern, it was some kind of lost writing from the Middle Ages.
Reading this line of text on paper feels completely different from reading it on a bottle.
Although I couldn't understand it, the more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. I seemed to have seen similar words before, but I couldn't remember where I had seen them.
In the past, in addition to the familiar Buddhism and Taoism, there were also three barbarian sects, namely Zoroastrianism, Nestorianism and Manichaeism. Manichaeism was suppressed during the Tang and Song Dynasties, so it fled to coastal areas such as Fujian and Zhejiang, and became unknown for a time. . The culture and writing of Manichaeism, a foreign religion, were influenced by Persia, Parthia, Lithians and the Hui people at that time. It is quite complicated to study here. The "Yi script" and "Black script", Now no one knows him at all, and he is even less popular than Xi Xia Wen.
In addition, there is an obvious gap between the mouth of the silver bottle and the bottle body. I tried twisting it in different directions but couldn't open it. If it weren't for this thing being so valuable, I would have wanted to smash it open with a hammer to see what was inside. what.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable."
I could no longer contact the people in Yudingcheng. Just when I was thinking hard and was unable to do anything, I was awakened by the sound of a horn. It was my younger brother Ma Dachao. He rode a broken motorcycle downstairs of the hotel and honked at me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him going downstairs.
"Brother Feng, let me remind you! Did you forget something?"
"What did I forget?"
Ma Dachao clicked his tongue and rubbed his hands back and forth.
"Oh, um, wait."
I went upstairs and came down with the plastic bag and threw it to him and said, "130,000 yuan. I spent 70,000 yuan on something, and I will transfer it to your card later."
"Hehe! Okay! Brother Feng, you are so kind! My admiration for you is like an endless river..."
"Okay, don't flatter me. I won't do this. Come on, let's go for a walk. I've been very depressed these past two days."
"Where to go?"
"Anywhere will do. You are familiar with the area. I just want to relax."
Ma Dachao thought for a while, clapped his hands and said, "Then let's go to Wenchang Town! There happens to be an Oolong Temple Fair there these two days! There are many beauties!"
We left immediately, saying hello to the boss and saying we would come back in the evening. Then we rode motorcycles for more than 20 miles and went to Wenchang Town to visit the temple fair.
There is an allusion about the Wulong Temple Fair. It is said that there was a scholar named Shao Jun in Wenchang Town in the Ming Dynasty. Legend has it that this man was so talented that he could read the Four Books and Five Classics backwards. When he was seventeen, he took the scientific examination because the chief examiner felt that his articles were The views he expressed were too radical, so he was not included in the list.
Shao Jun was dissatisfied, so he stopped the presiding judge's carriage in the street and asked him why he didn't win the exam. The presiding judge was furious and scolded him on the street, saying he was worthless and bloody. Unexpectedly, Shao Jun was young and energetic, so he was beaten on the spot. Mad.
In the next few days, the chief inquisitor kept feeling that something was following him. He looked down and saw a small black insect under his feet, so he said to the insect: "If you are like that Shao Jun, let me change you." The water in Duanjiang is fragrant for three days and smells bad for three days.”
Unexpectedly, what the examiner said the next day came true. The water in Luanjiang smelled fragrant for three days and then smelled bad for three days in a row.
This matter reached the ears of the emperor. The emperor asked for Shao Jun's papers to read carefully and exclaimed that this person was really talented. So the emperor punished the chief judge who was so angry with Shao Jun, and also granted Shao a posthumous title. Jun is the posthumous title of Wu Chong Wenjun. Later, it was gradually passed down. The common people felt that Wu Chong Wenjun was not very nice, so they finally changed it to Wulong Wenjun. Any young people who want to study and achieve success should go to Wulong Temple to pay homage to Shao Jun. of clay statues.
The temple fair in November is centered around the Wulong Confucian Temple. The overall scale is small, but it is very lively. Many young people come here to play, including many beautiful college students from other places.
In the crowd, Ma Dachao winked at me and said, "Boss, look at those two girls wearing sunglasses. I'm so right. Let's go over and have a chat."
I said I didn’t dare, I was so fucking shy.
Ma Dachao patted his chest and said, "Look at my performance, little brother."
He straightened his clothes and hairstyle, walked over and said to the person with a smile, "Hi! I think you have a son!"
Then I didn't hear what he said clearly, but we started chatting with him anyway. Judging from the expressions of the two girls, they seemed to be having a very happy chat.
After chatting for a while, Ma Dachao ran over to me and whispered: "What's going on, boss, which one have you chosen? You choose first, we'll have one person each, don't go back tonight, I'll take her to the hotel together."
