Name: Thangka of Tibetan Master Piliansheng
Years: one hundred and two hundred years
He Ren took a breath. There is also a record of human skin Thangka in his "Encyclopedia of Calligraphy and Painting".
Generally speaking, they are made from the back skin of eminent monks after their death. They are also painted with the skin of slaves or girls, which is quite cruel.
The Diamond Museum in Jiangcheng currently has two human skin thangkas in its collection, which are quite well preserved. They are one of an enlightened monk and a young girl.
It also has a very long history. As early as the Northern Song Dynasty, some people began to make human pitangkas, but not many of them survive.
On the one hand, it is difficult to preserve this thing. If it is kept for a long time, it will become smoky and burnt, so the quality may not be preserved well. On the other hand, this thing is too evil, and ordinary people may not be able to suppress it...
The most important thing is that it is illegal to buy and sell this thing now, and it is also a kind of cultural relic.
However, with the rise of Tibetan Buddhism in the past two years, many people think that worshiping thangkas and kabalas can be transshipped. Some unscrupulous traders have taken a fancy to this and started to fake it on a large scale.
By the way, Kabala is a magical instrument made of human bones, usually made into rosary beads with 108 beads.
Most thangkas and kabalas are made of animal skins and bones, but there are also some crazy guys who feel that animal skins and bones cannot fool experts, so they dig graves...
It's true, but most people can't see it, can't buy it, and it's illegal to buy and sell it. It's really unnecessary.
Especially Gabala. Really Gabala is not just a person's bones, it is equivalent to a soul ring. You still want to transfer the soul ring every day? It would be nice if you are not unlucky...
Of course, not everyone wants to buy human skin thangkas and gabaras. Most people just want to worship ordinary materials for peace of mind.
However, the Thangka in front of He Ren is a genuine human skin. It is not a Thangka painted by an eminent monk or a master, and it is small. Even if it is allowed to be bought and sold, the price is not as high as expected, and will not exceed one million. , so the Treasure Appraisal Eye is still credible.
He Ren scanned the boss's other thangkas, and he was sure that the boss probably didn't know that there was a human skin thangka hidden among his pile of ordinary goods.
It's very simple. Would you sell a Rolls-Royce and a second-hand Charade or Alto together?
Human skin thangka is equivalent to the Rolls Royce of thangkas...
"He Ren, what's wrong with you? Are you stupid?"
Zhang Nuo saw that He Ren was stunned in the middle of speaking, and waved his hand in front of his eyes. Could it be that he was frightened by seeing these strange-shaped Buddha statues?
"Oh it's all right."
He Ren suddenly came close to Zhang Nuo's ear and whispered, "Did you save Ma Jian's phone number? Give him a call quickly. Come on."
Zhang Nuo didn't hear what He Ren was saying at all. She just felt that He Ren suddenly rushed in front of her, his mouth was very close to her face, and Zhang Nuo's ears turned red...
When Liu Fei saw this, he immediately turned the camera away. The treasure friends were not happy.
"Brother Fei, what are you going to do? We are all people in the scene. Is there anything we can't watch?"
"The girl let go, let me!"
"He Ren! You have to remember that you are an anchor! You can't delay your work because of your children's affair! Leave this kind of thing to brother me. Brother, I am known as the Northeast Hugo. I am healthy and good-looking and have no marriage. I have excellent and outstanding talents. The various qualities of survival of the fittest..."
"What are you saying about not having a wedding room? Miss Zhang Nuo, I have several wedding rooms. I am Zhongyuan Peng Yuyan..."
He Ren didn't have time to pay attention to the barrage. Seeing that Zhang Nuo didn't speak, he quickly asked, "You are talking. Do you have Ma Jian's phone number?"
Zhang Nuo was still thinking about whether to agree to He Ren's confession when he suddenly heard Ma Jian's name and immediately calmed down, "Ma Jian? You came here just to ask me if I have Ma Jian's phone number?"
"Yes." He Ren looked anxious and gestured, but he was afraid that the boss would hear him running away, so he immediately lowered his voice, "There is a big job here, give Ma Jian a call and ask him to come over."
"Is there a big job?" Zhang Nuo Bingxue was so smart that he didn't care about anything else and immediately ran to the side to call Ma Jian.
He Ren walked back to the street stall and found that Ye Zi was negotiating the price with the boss.
The boss was a middle-aged uncle. He glanced at Ye Ye's exposed long legs with fascination, and then smiled and said, "Little girl, don't listen to that guy's nonsense. Thangkas do have human skin, but they are very rare. I They are all serious embroidered thangkas.”
"Look at this, it belongs to Sakyamuni, this is King Gesar, and this one is a statue of Tara with poems and verses. They are all serious and consecrated things. You go back and worship them. It will be a blessing to your Qi." Luck has its benefits.”
"Which one do you like? I'll give you a discount."
Ye Zi was obviously tempted. She felt that she had indeed had bad luck in the past two years. She is good-looking and has a good figure, and she can be open-minded when it comes to relationships, but she has always been tepid. She has been live broadcasting for more than half a year, and her fans have not been as many as Lin Feifei, who has not been live broadcasting for several months, let alone live broadcasting. He Ren is less than a month old.
It must be a matter of luck!
"Boss, how much does this Sakyamuni cost?"
The boss obviously swallowed his saliva, "The original price was five thousand. Seeing that we are so destined, you can take the three thousand."
He Ren almost laughed out loud. This boss was very lecherous, and he was not merciless at all when he wielded the knife. Why was the original price only 5,000?
A small thangka of Sakyamuni in the Qing Dynasty would not cost more than 5,000 unless it was a master craftsman. What’s more, the boss only painted it more than ten years ago. The workmanship is very average and the embroidery is not exquisite. Five hundred is about the same.
Of course, Ye Zi wouldn't pay so easily. Three thousand yuan is equivalent to more than half a month's salary. She said in a hoarse voice, "Boss, it's too expensive. Why don't you make it cheaper?"
"Okay!" The boss really couldn't bear it. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, "Two thousand, no more, otherwise I will lose money."
Ye Zi also gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. Just as he was about to take out his mobile phone, He Ren stopped him, "Boss, can't Sakyamuni be transferred? Take the picture of the Yellow God of Wealth next to you and take a look."
The boss rolled his eyes at He Ren. Just now it was this grandson who said that thangkas were human-skinned and wanted to ruin his business. Now that the deal was about to be concluded, he came to cause trouble again.
However, He Ren was with Ye Zi, and Ye Zi obviously believed in He Ren. If the boss wanted to do business, he would not offend easily. He took the yellow God of Wealth that He Ren was interested in and said with a smile, "Brother You have a good eye, this is the Huang Wealth God thangka from the Qing Dynasty, although it is smaller in size, its value is higher than that of Sakyamuni."
Seeing He Ren nod slightly, Ye Zi immediately asked, "Boss, how much does this painting cost?"
"This one has a history of more than a hundred years and is a master craftsman. It really costs five thousand, so it's not a bargain."
Ye Zi stopped taking out her cell phone. Five thousand was already beyond her budget.
He Ren was delighted, "Master craftsman? Which master? Where is Zhang?"
"Uh..." The boss hesitated for a long time before saying, "Look at this embroiderer, he is obviously a master."
"Two thousand, if you sell it, pay now."
The boss curled his lips and said, "Okay, I'll open it today and sell it to you at a loss."
Ye Zi paid the money happily and held the thangka in her arms. She knew that she might have missed it again. She also kept an eye on it, wanting to see if He Ren would take action again.
Sure enough, He Ren pointed to the thangka on the far right and said, "Boss, bring over the Lotus Flower one and have a look."
Ye Zi was shocked, could this be another good thing? Should she make the first move?
