Yang Zimei entered the quiet inner courtyard and asked Song Xuan to take out the yellow paper with a cinnabar brush and put it on the incense table. He wrote a meditation mantra with his own finger blood, folded it into a triangle, wrapped it in red cloth, tied it with a red rope, and let Lin Ome is worn all the time, and must not be taken off casually.
"With this, you can exorcise evil spirits?" Lin Qingmei happily took the charm and put it on her neck.
"No, this is just a meditation mantra. It will make your wisdom clear, your mind peaceful, and your spirit strong, and you can resist evil spirits from entering your heart. As for the evil spirits, I need something to drive them away. You wait first. With this, as long as you don't If you look in the mirror in the middle of the night, you'll be fine." Yang Zimei explained.
Hearing that the evil spirits could not be exorcised, Lin Qingmei's heart sank again, and she was very uneasy.
Yang Zimei asked her to close her eyes, and stretched out her finger to point to her palace of life—
A sinister breath quickly passed into her fingers, introducing the evil spirit into her body, but it was useless to the outer spirit, and it didn't know where it was hiding.
Yang Zimei retracted her fingers and adjusted her breath with luck.
Fortunately, there is no discomfort, just a little hunger.
A part of the evil spirit in her body was drawn away, coupled with the calming effect of the Meditation Mantra, Lin Qingmei's sense of fear disappeared and she became peaceful again.
Yang Zimei told her not to touch the bronze mirror where the phoenix wept blood, otherwise, the spirit would get more power from the mirror and become stronger. It's difficult.
After finishing these, Yang Zimei opened his big bag, revealing the dozen or so rusty copper plates.
"Mr. Song, help me to see if this is a copper plate from the Warring States Period."
Yang Zimei took out the copper plates one by one and put them on the table.
Song Xuan picked up a copper plate, took out a magnifying glass, and looked at it carefully. The more he looked, the more surprised he was, and he used a special potion to clean away the embroidery on the bottom of the copper plate.
An exquisite and shiny copper plate appeared in his hand, exuding the unique temperament of a certain era.
"Treasures!"
Song Xuan praised.
"Mr. Song, what is the origin of this?" Yang Zimei asked.
Song Xuan took a book from the shelf, turned to a certain page and pointed it out to Yang Zimei.
The picture on the page is exactly what this copper plate looks like, and the text notes that this set of copper plates was presented to Guan Zhong, the first chancellor of Qi State, by Xin Zi, a famous craftsman in the Warring States Period at that time.
There are a total of 18 copper plates in this set, and it took Xin Zi 18 years to cast it. In addition to bronze, it also added the new iron art and bronze anti-embroidery technology at that time.
Therefore, the inside of the copper plate does not rust, while the outside of the iron plate is slightly embroidered.
"Xiaomei, you have exactly eighteen, and you don't miss any of them!" After Song Xuan appraised the eighteen copper plates, his antique-loving eyes lit up, and asked, "Where did you pick up the leaks?" of?"
Yang Zimei also explained the matter in general.
"Xiaomei, you are so lucky!" Song Xuan said enviously, "This complete set of Guan Zhong's copper plates has only existed in records, and disappeared from people's sight after being buried with Guan Zhong. Picking it up like this, it can shock the antique world.”
"If it is auctioned, how much will it cost?" In fact, Yang Zimei is not keen on antiques. Relatively speaking, she loves money more.
"It's worth at least 100 million!" Song Xuan said.
100 million? Yang Zimei's pupils lit up, so she didn't have to worry about running out of money for the construction of her house.