Chapter 140 They are all good things

Uncle Liao whispered: "He did. He said he was going to Hong Kong City. I don't know if he went or not. There has been no news for seven or eight years."

He looked up at the sky, "I was raised by my senior brother, who is both a father and an elder brother to me."

"I just hope I can see my senior brother again one day in my life."

Uncle Liao said with tears in his eyes.

After chatting for a while, Susie looked at her watch and said, "It's almost time."

Uncle Liao stood up and said, "Let's go down."

Liu Zi walked in the front with a flashlight, Su Qian walked in the middle, and Uncle Liao walked in the back.

There was a thick layer of dust on the steps going down. I don't know how long it had been since the stone slab had been lifted.

There are only about ten steps on the stairs, and you reach the bottom quickly.

The light shone down from above, and it was not very dark below. Susie looked around. This was a square cellar, about ten square meters in size. It was not the kind of underground building she had imagined.

There are some porcelains, bronzes, peach wood swords, Bagua plates, tokens, etc. piled randomly in the cellar, as well as a large wooden box.

Susie curiously picked up the Bagua plate and looked at it. The all-copper Bagua plate was very heavy in her hand.

Liuzi picked up a sword on the ground and pulled it away suddenly, only to see a flash of cold light.

Uncle Liao took the Bagua plate from Su Qian's hand and touched it, "This is said to have been passed down by the ancestor."

"Back then, a villager at the foot of the mountain heard that someone was coming to raid the Taoist temple, and he hurriedly came to report to us."

"Senior brother and I moved some important things here."

"After those people came, they started smashing the statues of Sanqing in the Taoist temple, as well as the statue of my ancestor. My senior brother and I stopped them from smashing them, but we were beaten up. In the end, the Taoist temple was burned down by them."

Uncle Liao sighed with regret when talking about the past, "If it hadn't been for the villager who reported this, none of these things would have been left."

Uncle Liao said: "These magical instruments are used by us Taoist priests. It's useless if you take them. Those porcelains, you can take whatever you like. Take whatever you like."

Susie saw a blue and white porcelain vase less than one foot tall. She asked curiously, "There are also vases in Taoist temples? What is this used for?"

Uncle Liao smiled, "Of course, we will also use fruits, flowers and fruits to worship the Three Pure Ones and the ancestors."

"These vases are a pair."

Sure enough, Susie saw another bottle of similar size, but the patterns on the two bottles were different.

She went over and picked up the vase and looked at it. It was a plum vase with blue and white branches and lotus patterns. The texture looked very delicate. Susie turned it over and looked at the bottom.

She was almost stunned when she saw it. Under the vase were six blue characters, Made in the Jiajing Year of the Ming Dynasty.

Susie was very casual when she took it, but when she saw these words, she suddenly lost her composure and quickly put the vase down, fearing that she would accidentally break it.

She never expected that a vase in a relatively unknown Taoist temple would be porcelain from an official kiln.

However, according to what Uncle Liao said, his ancestor served the emperor, so it seems normal.

Susie was quickly attracted by another object. She reached out to take it again and wiped off the dust. She saw that the white porcelain was as smooth as jade, and the sidewall was very thin. It looked so translucent that you could almost see the silhouette of a human being.

Susie concluded that it was a good thing as soon as she got started.

She carefully turned it over, and sure enough she saw a circle of small words on the bottom of the cup, "Made in the Ming Dynasty and Chenghua Year".

Uncle Liao said casually from the side: "I heard from my master that these porcelains were used by our ancestor when he was in the palace, and some of them were given by the emperor."

At that time, he and his senior brother also thought that since it was something used by the ancestor, it would be a pity if it was smashed, so they collected all these things.

Susie lost her composure, "Is it really up to me to choose these porcelains?"

Although she didn't look at them all, she could imagine that most of the porcelain here were official kiln porcelain from the Ming Dynasty, and they were all valuable.

Uncle Liao nodded, "It's your choice. As long as it doesn't exceed half, you can take whatever you want."

He explained: "This Taoist temple was passed down to me and my senior brother. Counting the contents inside, my senior brother and I should each have half of it."

"Now that my senior brother is not here, it doesn't matter if you take the half that belongs to me."

He felt that the inheritance of Taoism was not in these external things, but the things he taught the six sons and the books passed down were the real inheritance.

Susie laughed and said, "Uncle Liao, if each of these things is worth a lot of money in the future, are you still willing to give them to me?"

Liao Shuyun waved his hand lightly, "There's nothing I can't bear to part with."

"If these things come into your hands and become valuable one day, that is your own luck."

"I don't think these things are good-looking, nor do I think they are valuable. Since I gave them away, it only means that I have no fate with them."

Su Qian was also convinced, "Uncle Liao, you are really open-minded."

Uncle Liao chuckled, "You, Uncle Liao, have known this since childhood. Don't you still know something like this?"

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

Su Qian looked at Liu Zi like a child, still flipping through various things curiously. She whispered to Uncle Liao: "Uncle Liao, I really won't lie to you. Although these things are not valuable now, one day the world will know them.

to its value.”

She pointed to the sweet white glaze wine cup she had just put down, "Just something like this would probably cost millions."

Uncle Liao was a little surprised, "One million? What kind of money is that?"

Susie smiled, "That's the money we use. However, by that time, gold will not only cost two yuan a gram, but at least two hundred yuan a gram."

Uncle Liao laughed, "When can gold still be worth two hundred yuan a gram?"

"Then let's just say, don't sell the gold in our hands."

He waved his hand and said, "We can't control the future, just let it be millions and millions of dollars. I still say what I said, just take it if you like, don't think too much about it."

He looked at Susie and said, "Don't be embarrassed to take these things just because you think they will be valuable in the future. They are worthless now."

"You just care whether you like it or not."

Susie thought for a while, if she didn't take one, it would be a wasted trip, and Uncle Liao would definitely not agree to it.

She then looked at all the porcelain, including Ming blue and white vases, jars, and some offering plates. Most of them were made in the Jiajing year.

Su Qian searched the little historical knowledge in her mind, and it seemed that Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty was a very religious believer, and he also made alchemy all the year round in pursuit of immortality.

Uncle Liao's ancestor should have served Emperor Jiajing back then.

There are also two Xuande furnaces here, and some calligraphy and painting books in the box. Susie didn't dare to open them and look at them. These things were all yellowed, and she was worried that they would break if she opened them.

Lime was sprinkled next to the box, which should be moisture-proof.
Chapter completed!