Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 62: Alert the archaeological department!

Hear what the two said.

Zhao Haizhu on the side was also stunned.

"No...it's impossible...this, can this be true?" Zhao Haizhu exclaimed.

After all, this thing was too shocking and too difficult for them to accept.

In the current world, all Taoist inheritances are inherited from Xuanqing Dojo.

As long as this statement spreads, it will cause an uproar in Taoism. I am afraid that countless Taoist disciples will come with swords.

This is simply disrespectful to those Taoist heritages.

Moreover, there are still practitioners in this world, and Taoism is actually a base for practitioners.

Once it spreads, the entire Taoism will become the target of public criticism and will attract much attention. It is likely to have a great impact. For the entire Taoism, it may be a disaster.

After all, this would completely destroy the balance that Taoism has maintained for thousands of years. Combined with what they just discussed, Taoism is inherited from the mysterious Xuanqing Dojo.

These two statements are enough to cause Taoism to fall apart and cause tens of millions of Taoist believers in China to have great doubts about Taoism. They may also affect the economy and other aspects, with disastrous consequences.

Wang Hai turned his head, stared at Zhao Haizhu seriously, and said solemnly: "Then can you give other explanations?"

Zhao Haizhu was choked to death by this sentence. He stood there, unable to say anything to refute.

Wang Hai is right, is there any other explanation?

No more, and there will be no other explanation.

On the phone screen, Fang Zheng pondered for a while, staring at Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu.

"What the three of us saw and heard today, regarding Taoism, cannot be spread out at all, not even a word, not even to the closest people, do you understand?" Fang Zheng said with an expression. Majesty, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu nodded heavily.

Then, Fang Zheng said seriously: "Enter the Changsheng Temple and go to Anpingjie and An Tianshi's tomb.

"Yes, 2 addictions."

As they spoke, the two of them stepped forward, with respect in their hearts, and walked into the Immortality View.

Come to An Pingjie's grave.

The two of them bowed and saluted first.

Let’s not talk about whether Xuanqing Dojo is a truly orthodox Taoist inheritance.

An Pingjie is the so-called dual cultivation of swordsmanship, the only top practitioner in the world.

But since An Pingjie is a Heavenly Master, there should be no problem.

Even if An Pingjie is not a heavenly master, judging from the fact that he cooked noodles for the six military region heroes without charging him, the old man is still a respectable person.

I can definitely stand their worship.

"Look at that evil-killing sword..." Fang Zheng's pupils narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed.

"Yes." Wang Hai responded, stepped forward, and pointed the camera of his mobile phone at the heavenly sword engraved with the words "Evil Slaying Sword".

At the same time, Zhao Haizhu and Wang Hai also set their sights on this evil-killing sword.

This was the first time they had observed the Evil-Slaying Sword at such a close distance.

After all, the other evil-slaying sword was placed in the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain. It was the inheritance of the Tianshi and could not be easily taken out for people to visit.

Even if a grand ceremony is held and the Tianshi Mansion takes out the evil-killing sword, it can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be approached.

Therefore, the eyes of the two people at this moment were full of heat and curiosity.

The blade of the evil-killing sword was illuminated by the sun, and the hilt glowed with golden light, while the sword body glowed with cold light. The blade was sharp, and there were very few traces of corrosion from the years. It could be seen that it had been carefully maintained over the years.

Moreover, as soon as you get close to the sword, you can also feel the historical heaviness of the evil-killing sword, the simple texture, and the deterrent power of the Celestial Master Sword.

The Tianshi sword spike tied to the hilt swayed in the wind, adding a heavy aura to the evil-slaying sword.

"Looking at it this way... we can't tell anything. We can't tell whether this is true or false." Fang Zheng murmured.

Zhao Haizhu on the side scratched his head: "How about we take the sword back and ask an expert to identify it?"

The words fell.

Wang Hai stood up, slapped Zhao Haizhu on the head hard, and reprimanded loudly: "You are stupid!"

Fang Zheng on the mobile phone screen also praised: "Well done."

Zhao Haizhu touched his head innocently and said aggrievedly: "Why are you beating me..."

On the phone screen, Fang Zheng looked serious: "If An Pingjie is really a Celestial Master, then this sword is the Celestial Master Sword. Whether it is a real evil-slaying sword or a fake evil-slaying sword, since it is inserted here, then It’s basically impossible to move.”

"Also, even if it is an ordinary sword, An Pingjie is not a heavenly master, so this sword belongs to the deceased. If you touch the deceased's belongings just after they were buried, you are disrespecting the deceased."

"What's more, this may be a real evil-slaying sword. It's a cultural relic! What if it gets damaged?"

Fang Zheng nodded, feeling very angry. The more he looked at Zhao Haizhu, the more angry he became.

Why did he recruit such a person! If he hadn't seen that Zhao Haizhu had certain abilities, he would have fired Zhao Haizhu.

Wang Hai turned into a compliment and reprimanded again: "That's right, if we encounter anything, I won't kill you. Those historians and archaeologists can kill you!"

When Zhao Haizhu heard this, he quickly shrank back, looking aggrieved, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

Wang Hai glared at him, then turned back to look at Fang Zheng on the phone screen: "Mr. Fang, what should we do now?"

Fang Zheng pondered for a moment and then said: "You stay where you are, don't move, I will go over immediately."

"Also, be sure to keep an eye on it. Whether it's a sword or a tomb, keep them all safe for me! If I go there and find something different, don't do it either of you!"

"Okay, sir."

After saying that, Wang Hai hung up the video.

He looked at Zhao Haizhu with hatred, and sighed helplessly. He went straight out of the Temple of Immortality, found a stone and sat down, looking at the green mountains in the mountains, and sighed again.

the other side.

China, State Security Administration, Director's Office.

Hang up the video.

Fang Zheng was sitting on the office chair with a serious frown.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the landline phone on his desk and dialed a number.

Toot toot—

After a blind tone, the phone was connected.

Fang Zheng went straight to the point and said to the other end of the phone: "Professor Li, this is Fang Zheng."

On the other end of the phone, an old man's somewhat annoyed voice came: "Director Fang, what's the matter? I'm excavating the Tomb of the First Emperor."

Fang Zheng heard this: "Is the excavation work not going well?"

"Oh, it's a long story." Professor Li sighed, his tone softened a lot, and then asked: "Director Fang, what's the matter? Please keep it short. I'm very busy here too."

Fang Zheng smiled: "That's right, Professor Li, our National Security Bureau just discovered a sword. This sword may be a cultural relic. I would like to invite you to come and take a look."

After saying this, Professor Li on the other end of the phone was obviously unhappy: "Director Fang, are you in a hurry? I can't spare anyone from here. Why don't you go find Lao Zhao or Lao Pan and ask them if they can You can’t send someone there.”

Hearing this, Fang Zheng showed no anger on his face.

He knew the temper of Professor Li very clearly and understood it very well.

It was not unusual at all to say something like this. On the contrary, during this phone call, Professor Li was already very considerate to Fang.

Immediately afterwards.

Fang Zheng smiled again: "Professor Li, I think that in the whole of China, you are the only one qualified to go and see this sword."

Hear the words.

Professor Li on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, and his tone became serious: "Director Fang, what do you mean by this? What kind of sword is that?"

Hearing the call, Professor Li's interest was piqued, and Fang Zheng curled up his lips: "Evil-killing sword! According to rumors, it is the sword of Taoist Zhang Daoling, Zhang Tianshi!"

As soon as these words came out.

There was a long period of silence on the phone.

Fang Zheng was full of confidence and his eyes were shining.

He believed that as soon as he said these three words "evil-killing sword", Professor Li would definitely agree immediately and follow him to Anjia Village and An Pingjie's grave to find out.

Therefore, he didn't rush and just waited quietly.

After waiting for a long time, Professor Li's suspicious voice came over the phone: "Zhanxie... sword, can you briefly describe what that sword looks like?"

Fang Zheng chuckled: "The hilt of the evil-killing sword is golden, which can reflect golden light in the sun. The hilt is designed with five links, and a Tianshi sword tassel is tied to it."

"The hilt is almost rust-free, and the blade is very sharp, and..."

Dudu

Before Fang Zheng finished speaking, a blind tone came from the phone.

Suddenly, Fang Zheng was stunned and his entire body was on the spot.

He took off the phone receiver, looked at the receiver, and listened to the blind tone coming from the receiver.

Professor Li hung up?

Um?

What the hell is going on!

That is the "evil-killing sword"! Zhang Daoling, the sword of Zhang Tianshi, known as the founder of Taoism!

Thousands of years of history!

Why did Professor Li fail even after he said he would?

What's more, I haven't finished speaking yet!

Could it be that his signal was not good in the tomb?

Yes, it's fixed.

With this in mind, Fang Zheng pressed the dial again and dialed back.

Toot toot—

Another blind sound sounded.

After waiting for a while, the call was finally connected.

Before Fang Zheng could speak first, Professor Li on the other end of the phone spoke first: "Director Fang, I'm very busy here and I don't have time to listen to your jokes.

"Just sell that sword. Also, don't say you know me when you sell it. Thank you." Professor Li added.

Toot toot

The call was hung up again.

When Fang Zheng heard this, he was speechless for a moment, and then heard the blind tone after the phone was hung up.

His whole body was not well.

He could understand these old professors' weird tempers and moodiness.

Old professors are basically like this.

He also understands Professor Li's temper.

But this time it was a little too much.

He hung up the phone twice in a row, and after telling him that he had discovered the "Evil-Slaying Sword" and the Taoist founder's sword, he also hung up the phone.

He also said that he was joking, not to mention that he knew him when selling swords? This is too much, too much!

If this spreads out, where will I, the big boss of Guoan, lose my dignity?

Picked up the phone and dialed back again.

Toot toot

This time, it was another long wait.

Until the call is answered.

This time, Fang Zheng did not wait for Professor Li to speak first and spoke first: "Old Li, what do you mean? You hung up on me twice in a row! You are going too far!"

On the other end of the phone, Professor Li was not to be outdone: "Fang Zheng, you old boy made fun of me, it's a good thing I didn't hit you!"

Fang Zheng said angrily: "Why did I just make fun of you! I told you the whereabouts of the Evil-Slaying Sword with good intentions, and you hang up on me. Are you appropriate? Are you polite?"

Professor Li said again: "Nonsense! That evil-killing sword has long been gone! Except for the male sword now in the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, the female sword has long since disappeared. What the hell are you doing?" Did you steal the sword from the Tianshi Mansion?"

Hear the words.

Fang Zheng was stunned on the spot. This sentence directly choked him.

He knew that there was only one evil-killing sword left in the Tianshi Mansion.

The whereabouts of the female evil-slaying sword were unknown, and he also knew it.

But Professor Li was so sure that the female sword had disappeared, he never expected it.

You know, as an archaeologist, shouldn't you always be skeptical?

In his impression, as long as a famous cultural relic like this is discovered, even if it is just a clue, archaeologists should flock to it.

But this Professor Li...

"Old Li, what do you mean? How can you be so sure that Wei Jian has disappeared?" Fang Zheng asked thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Professor Li's tone also softened: "Director Fang, let me tell you this, this evil-killing female sword is just like the He's Bi. Every year, some people say that they have found the He's Bi, but In the end, they are all fake, and the real Heshi Bi has long gone to unknown places, or it may be buried in an unknown place, or it may have been broken into pieces."

"The same applies to the female evil-slaying sword. According to historical records, Zhang Daoling only inherited the male sword, and the female sword may have been broken or disappeared long ago."

"What's more, if the female sword is placed in a tomb or buried somewhere, I can put down the work at hand and rush over to take a look immediately."

"But you said that the tassel of the evil-slaying sword is still there, the five-link design on the hilt glows golden in the sun, the blade is still very sharp, and there are not many traces of time erosion on the surface of the sword body. You are not talking nonsense. What?"

"I'm telling you, I'm really busy and I don't have time to talk to you. That's it, goodbye."

Toot toot—

On the phone, another blind tone came out.

Fang Zheng held the phone receiver, his eyes were blank, and he stared blankly ahead. .