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"Amitabha……"

At this time, no matter what Wang Guan knew, the monk Banshan couldn't hide it. He smiled helplessly and said, "Actually, I don't know much, and the result may disappoint the donor Wang."

"It's okay." Wang Guan said decisively: "At worst, you can lose millions and transfer it to Jiade Company. I believe they are willing to take over. As long as the loss does not exceed 10 million, I can accept it."

"Since that's the case, why do you need to buy this pagoda before the donor?" The monk Banshan was very surprised.

"I just believe in the master." Wang Guan smiled and said, "The moment I saw the pagoda, I eagerly asked me to buy it. There must be something hidden in it."

"Amitabha." The monk Banshan lowered his head slightly: "Aren't the donor afraid that the donor was just a happy person who saw the hunting moment? After all, as a Buddhist disciple, he would naturally feel the Zen mind when he saw the Buddha treasure in front of him."

"Others may be moved by the mind, but the master has been practicing for many years and will not lose his composure like this easily." Wang Guan said with a smile: "So I concluded that the pagoda must be extraordinary."

Of course, he would never admit that he had cheated quietly when he discovered that the monk Banshan was in an abnormal mood. After understanding the secret of the Golden Pagoda, he decided to buy the things. However, he could not be too amazing, so the monk Banshan naturally became the key figure in cracking the secret of the Golden Pagoda.

At the right time, the monk Banshan no longer concealed his feelings and directly looked up and smiled bitterly: "The donor think I will not touch my Zen heart, but in fact I have lost my Zen heart."

"It's okay, it's normal." Wang Guan comforted her hypocritically: "As long as you don't become a Buddha for a day, there will always be seven emotions and six desires, it's just a difference between more and less... By the way, is there anything wrong with this pagoda?"

Monk Banshan did not answer the question, "How much does the donor know about the origin of this pagoda?"

"In the Qing Palace, in the 38th year of Qianlong's reign, he celebrated his mother's 80th birthday, and asked someone to carefully make a magic weapon for praying for blessings. It was not until the early years of the Republic of China that it was wandering among the people. After several times of experience, it became the collection of the Jia family." Wang Guan repeated the words of Mr. Chang, and then curiously said: "Master knows that the pagoda has other origins?"

"The donor is right. The origin of the pagoda is correct and there is no other origin."

The monk Banshan hesitated a little and finally said to the truth: "But speaking of this, I have a ancestor who was summoned by Emperor Qianlong that year and entered the palace to pray for the empress dowager. He had seen this pagoda and knew a secret."

"What's the secret?" Wang Guan quickly asked. The pagoda made of gold is here and no one can take it away. The story behind it is naturally more attractive.

Since he had already said that, the monk Banshan no longer kept it. He said in a leisurely manner: "I don't know whether this is true or not. I just read the notes passed down by the ancestors and learned that in order to pray for my mother, Qianlong summoned the monks from all over the world to hold a grand ceremony."

"During this period, he summoned several masters of the most respected and skilled in calligraphy to the palace. He was preparing to copy the Amitabha Sutra to celebrate the birthday of the Empress Dowager..."

Speaking of this, the monk Banshan paused and exclaimed a little: "According to the master's account, Emperor Qianlong specially melted ten thousand taels of gold into gold powder in order to show his sincerity, and then added it to the special cinnabar. Then he let a few great masters use these special pigments as ink. It took ten days and ten nights to complete the task."

"What's next?" Wang Guan said with great interest: "The situation after that is the key."

"The donor is very conscious."

The monk Banshan smiled and continued, "After completing the task, Emperor Qianlong rewarded several eminent monks and masters, and presented this Buddhist scripture and pagoda to the empress dowager on the day of his birthday. The empress dowager was naturally very happy and treasured the two things and worshipped them day and night..."

"What then?" Wang Guan asked again: "Since it's Secret, it's definitely not that simple."

“Naturally not simple.”

While speaking, the monk Banshan stood up and walked to the Golden Pagoda to look carefully. He saw that the pagoda consists of three parts: the tower base, the tower bottle and the tower brake.

The tower is shaped like a Sumeru mount, and the four sides are carved with treasure flowers that symbolize good fortune, lotus petals and vajra that ward off evil spirits and evil spirits. In addition, various natural gems are inlaid among the lotus petals, which looks very magnificent.

Above the tower mount is the tower bottle. There is a tower bottle door open in the square of the tower bottle. The door is carved with fine patterns and decorations, which is very exquisite. The most important thing is that on the lotus mount inside the tower bucket, there is a golden body of the Buddha, with the Buddha's light shining brightly and the treasure is extremely solemn.

The top is the tower brake, with a tower umbrella, the Sun and Moon 2 wheels and the Duobao top. The Sun and Moon 2 wheels are decorated with natural red agate and cava respectively. The orbs on the Duobao top are made of turquoise grinding. Under the light, it can be said that it is auspicious and auspicious energy and Buddha light shines everywhere.

At this time, the monk Banshan walked around the pagoda and suddenly turned around and said, "Don't you mind if I verify it."

"I can't find it." Wang Guan was looking forward to it.

"Okay..." Monk Banshan calmed down, and suddenly reached into the tower bottle carefully, and then carefully fumbled on Buddha Jin.

After a while, everyone immediately heard a crisp crack, and then on the front of the tower, the side with the delicate carving of the Baoxiang pattern suddenly cracked, and it fell down like an ancient city gate suspension bridge.

"This is……"

Wang Guan was naturally happy, and Mr. Qian was a little surprised, so he got up and walked to watch the situation.

"Amitabha, what the ancestor said is true, and the world is hidden in the pagoda." The monk Banshan sighed, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. Then he took two steps and gave up his position and said, "Donor, this is a great opportunity, please cherish it."

"Cherish, definitely cherish." Wang Guan nodded quickly, and squatted down lightly. After a little look, he saw a square storage space in the tower, and an object similar to a cloth was stacked neatly in the space.

At the right time, Wang Guan took out the thing lightly. Although he knew what object it was, his special ability to see through is obviously different from the feeling of watching with the naked eye.

In Wang Guan's touch, the square cloth-like objects are very soft, similar to the texture of silk, and appear as dark gold as Sutra Paper. Under the light, there are rays of golden light, which is of extraordinary quality.

"Is this the Amitabha Sutra copied by several eminent monks and great masters?" At the same time, Mr. Qian was also quite curious and touched the square cloth casually, and immediately said in surprise: "This seems to be gold silk and jade."

"Golden silk and jade?" Wang Guan was stunned and puzzled: "What's it?"

"Integrate the gold and jade powder into the silk through special means, and then carefully wove it into cloth."

Qian Lao explained: "After the successful development of this kind of gold silk, I wanted to make a dragon robe for the emperor. However, due to the trivial and complex craftsmanship, and the dragon robe made of gold silk, is single in color and pure in quality, so it cannot be dyed with other colors. If other things such as copper wire and silver wire peacock feathers are added, it will be very uncomfortable to wear the dragon robe. Therefore, the emperor is not happy, and the making process of gold wire and jade is gradually lost."

"oh."

Wang Guan nodded. He just asked casually, without any intention of concluding. After all, compared with the craftsmanship of gold and jade, he was more interested in the Amitabha Sutra in his hand. You should know that the situation he saw through his special abilities was somewhat different from what Monk Banshan described.

Monk Banshan said that the Amitabha Sutra was copied by several eminent monks and masters using gold powder and cinnabar, but in Wang Guan's response, the words on the gold silk and jade silk did not seem to be copied...

Thinking of this, Wang Guan no longer hesitated and immediately called the monk Banshan, then picked up a corner of the gold silk and spread it gently in the air to hang it.

Although the golden silk is not very folded, it is like the thickness of a primary school textbook, now it can almost cover most of the living room walls when spread out.

Of course, the spacious size is secondarily, mainly after the gold silk is spread out, the situation is naturally clear.

"etc!"

Wang Guan and the monk Banshan were busy sorting out gold and jade, so they were naturally confused by the authorities. However, Mr. Qian next to him saw it very clearly and suddenly shouted in a hurry, with a little inexplicable surprise. He waved his hand and said, "Don't get close to the wall, look close to the window."

"Window?" The monk Banshan was naturally a little strange, but Wang Guan understood a little, and immediately followed Mr. Qian's instructions and arrived at the window at the seat next to the window.

At this moment, gold silk was hanging next to the window, and most of the area was immediately exposed to the sunlight. At this moment, a brilliant light was like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with gorgeous streams.

“So beautiful…”

At this moment, not only was Wang Guan dazzled, but the monk Banshan next to him turned his head and looked at him, and he felt a little dumb. If he hadn't been holding a corner of gold silk in his hand, he might have knelt down on the spot.

This is not a joke. At this time, the monk Banshan found a small clip, clamped a corner of the golden silk on the rope that was hanging down from the window curtain, then took a few steps away, tidied up the monk's robe, and began to bow respectfully.

At the right time, Wang Guan also fixed the gold and jade silk and returned it to Mr. Qian, but understood the reason why the monk Banshan worshiped him. He was not kneeling down to worship the gold and jade silk, but was visiting the Buddha.

Although Wang Guan did not believe in Buddhism, at this moment, he respected the faith of the monk Banshan, kept silent and watched quietly. After a long time, he asked quietly: "Old Qian, is the word on cloth Sanskrit?"

"Well, it's Sanskrit." Mr. Qian nodded slightly: "Sanskrit version of the Amitabha Sutra."
Chapter completed!