"You are right to be suspicious, but if you think about it carefully, when we were looking for Yin Zun's body in the Qingsi Hall, there were also ceremonial officials depicted in the murals. Did we ever see Jin Xian Guan?"
These words made them all shake their heads. The mural Yue Guanchao had also seen it himself. Their uniforms were very different from Xian Guan. It was obvious at a glance that they had northern characteristics.
Seeing that they were sure, Song Siyuan's tone returned to seriousness: "If there are no ceremonial officials wearing Jinxian crowns in such an important mural, it means that the Tang Dynasty did not give Jinxian crowns and uniforms to the Bohai Kingdom. In this way, this painting The people depicted in the picture are definitely not officials from the Bohai Kingdom, so during the same period, I am afraid that only officials from the Tang Dynasty would wear Jinxian uniforms to perform certain ceremonies."
"That's not right, Sister Siyuan, you just said that since the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty, it was the Heaven and the Ancestor. This is the Tang Dynasty. Are there still people who kill slaves for sacrifice?"
Yue Erpao recalled what Song Siyuan said and retorted.
Song Siyuan nodded: "I have said that, but it is not absolute. The royal family of the Tang Dynasty has Xianbei blood, and the Xianbei can also be regarded as a branch of the Sushen family. I just don't know if the royal family of the Tang Dynasty has the same blood as the Sushen family of the Xing'an Mountains at the same time. connect."
"Song Qianjin's words opened my mind, old man. In this way, eighty-eight percent of what is described in this scroll is a ritual of the Li Tang royal family. It is related to slave sacrifice and must also have thousands of connections with the blood of the Bei clan. Inextricably linked.”
"So, there is a reason for the red gold slips that Yin Zun left in the belly of the pig. So what should we do with this thing?"
Mr. Cat asked Song Siyuan that there are rules for people going to the tomb. Unless they are in the same gang, and if they go to the tomb together, whoever touches the thing will belong to the other. This red gold slip was passed by Song Qianjin and the others first. Nature is something that belongs to her.
"What do you think, Mr. Cat?"
Yue Guanchao threw the hot potato back before Song Siyuan could say anything first.
He knew that although Mr. Cat was benevolent, he also had a desire to make money. Anyone who chased him to the grave was not a coward. It was impossible for the old man to go to the grave without taking anything. Even if the reward given by the court was calculated separately, he himself You have to find some good stuff.
Thinking about it carefully, they were driven to death by agencies and pigeons along the way and lost a lot of people. In the process, they were intimidated by Chao Dacheng, but they didn't get anything. If they really brought something out of the tomb, Those are the mirage beads of the beast and the red gold scroll.
Yue Guanchao thought about Master Mao's words in his mind, and heard the implication. He wanted to see how the old man wanted to divide it first.
Mr. Cat's thief eyes rolled and he purred, and the philistine said shrewdly:
"The Chao family only asked us to find the secret medicine to cure pigeons. We can donate the jade cicada mother worm to the mission. As for the red gold scrolls and mirage beads, I think we can accept them separately, old man, and don't look for trouble. , we have been through life and death all the way, if we really make a mistake, tens of millions of gold and silver can't buy half a life, we have to get something to calm the panic."
"I think Song Qianjin is interested in the contents of the red gold scroll. It's better to send it home and study it carefully. Maybe this is another famous painting handed down from generation to generation."
"I see that you are fair-skinned, beautiful, and plump. I guess you come from a wealthy family and you don't seem to be short of money. If you don't sell it, you can just treat it as an heirloom antique. If you want to sell it in the future, If you take it out of my hands, Mao Chunyan, I will definitely sell it to you for the highest price, and you will never suffer any loss, how about that?"
These words were spoken openly and comfortably!
Yue Guanchao knew in his heart that Master Mao had said so beautifully because he wanted to monopolize the mirage pearl. This thing is just like dog treasure, bezoar, and horse treasure. Once it appears, it will be priced higher than gold.
Especially the legendary Mirage Pearl, which has not been seen by anyone for thousands of years. This kind of treasure that only exists in legends is even more rare and precious, just like the luminous pearl buried with the old queen mother's tomb. , as long as Mao Chunyan wants to take action, even if he asks for 800 million silver, anyone who wants to get it will definitely be able to get it.
On the contrary, this red gold slip was only gilded on the surface, with only copper pieces inside. It was hardly valuable, but since the picture was related to the Sushen tribe, he didn't care about it with Master Mao.
In the future, there will be places where Master Mao can be used, so it doesn't hurt to let him take advantage of them.
The sweetness you eat now will be doubled later - Yue Guanchao raised a smile on his lips and nodded towards the old man: "Master Mao, since you have already planned it, just do it as you said. If they If you ask, we will kill him for not bringing anything out of the tomb."
"It's great~"
"That's that... that's a good feeling."
Everyone's feet were much lighter as they talked, and they walked along the stone road strewn with corpses for about half an hour. Except that the corpses were getting denser and denser. The further they walked, the more they felt they were going downhill.
"Do you feel that we are going down?"
Song Siyuan was afraid that something was wrong with her, so she looked down the stone road with a flashlight. The bottom of the valley, which was originally invisible, could be seen now, and the thick fog in front of her eyes was gradually blown away by the ambergris wind!
