The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

After walking far away, Yu Chencai said: "That person just now seemed a little strange."

Shi Ling: "Isn't that right? This is my first time wearing a dragon robe to beg. I thought I was the Ming Taizu, and I started to conquer the country with a bowl and become the emperor. But the dragon robe was old and dirty. If he hadn't hugged me The feet were so close, I didn’t even notice.”

When Yu Chen saw Shi Ling, she seemed to be unconcerned, and it was unclear whether she could see that the man was unusual. But it was inconvenient to remind him of his image in front of Shi Ling at this moment, so as not to arouse Shi Ling's suspicion again.

He has been dealing with ghosts in his sleep for many years, so he felt the Yin Qi on that person at the first glance. But soon the Yin Qi converged and was reconciled by a trace of Dragon Qi.

It was a weird feeling, but he had felt it before.

On the burial objects in some imperial tombs.

"Hey, the Bai Kingdom has a history of more than two hundred years, and there is such a big library. It can't be filled with Indian skulls, right? Yu Shen, let's go visit it?"

Shi Ling stood in front of a towering snow-white museum and stared at it quietly for a while, then suddenly turned his head and smiled at Yu Chen.

"it is good."

Walking into the Duncheng Museum, except for the dinosaur fossils and some cultural relics from the White Kingdom in the central exhibition hall, almost all the others are cultural relics from other countries. Among them, Chinese cultural relics account for a large area.

Inside the glass cover, those ancient ceramics, bronze utensils, Buddhist reliefs, and ancient paintings and calligraphy fragments are displayed one by one like a dazzling array of merchandise.

Shi Ling walked along the cultural relics corridor, and in a trance, he seemed to hear the whispers of cultural relics from five thousand years ago to the present.

There are commentators next to the tourists to introduce the dynasty, names and past uses of the cultural relics.

The foreign children who came to visit were all amazed when they heard it.

When the narrator was introducing a picture of ladies from the Tang Dynasty to the children, one child asked what the Tang Dynasty was.

Before the commentator could speak, Shi Ling said in fluent foreign language: "The Tang Dynasty, more than seven hundred years ago, was a splendid dynasty in the history of China, with countless beautiful poems spread, these exquisite murals and reliefs The paintings and paintings all come from that era, when all the nations came to visit..."

Shi Ling's explanation is more detailed than that of the Baiguo Museum commentator.

Perhaps every Chinese person's perception of this will be more contagious than the cold explanations of other countries. But in this era, many people admire the technology of other countries and yearn for the freedom of other countries, but forget the cultural roots that flow in their blood.

The children from Bai country who were brought to visit by their parents could not help but express their wonder.

A child clapped his fingers and said, "Amazing! Seven hundred years, three times as long as our Bai country."

The commentator also recognized Shi Ling and the gloomy oriental faces, and said kindly to them: "Are you Chinese? I like Chinese culture very much..."

Shi Ling nodded and smiled, but turned to the children and said, "Do you know what a mural is?"

The children shook their heads.

"The murals are painted on the cave walls, while the relief murals are carved and painted with colors by skilled craftsmen." Shi Ling said, taking out his mobile phone and showing them the Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes murals.

The children all exclaimed "beautiful".

Suddenly a child pointed to the relief murals inside the glass cover and asked innocently: "Sister, these murals are not on the walls."

Shi Ling smiled and said: "Yes. Because there were barbaric plunderers, they couldn't be peeled off the stone wall with glue. The black glue traces on the edges are evidence. The flying immortals on the murals were removed from the stone wall because of their barbaric behavior. Damage, or the eyes were gouged, or there were deep scratches, making it difficult to see the complete head. Do you think these Buddha sculptures are all incomplete? They were also knocked off the base by barbarians." Yu Chen lowered his eyes and looked at it. Shi Ling stood in front of countless cultural relics.

She used the gentlest voice to describe the most barbaric atrocities.

It seems that China has been a country for thousands of years, and despite the vicissitudes of war, it still treats the world with peace and tolerance, showing the calmness and magnanimity of the only ancient civilized country in the world.

Listening to Shi Ling's narration, the child couldn't help but say "Oh! NO!" and his little face wrinkled together, unable to bear the beautiful things being destroyed.

The commentator from the Bai Kingdom next to him was blushing and said: "No, these damages are due to your own civil war in China. Our great explorers are just saving those treasures that are not cherished. If they hadn't removed these murals If you take them away and collect them, they will become worthless in your country! It is you who do not cherish those cultural relics and wantonly destroy those cultural relics. However, we protected the cultural relics of your country during the war, and you should be grateful to us."

At this moment, the homeless man in dirty black Hanfu rushed in and said angrily: "Shameless! Robbers are robbers, no high-sounding excuses! You are not in the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, are you? I am grateful to you, Indians and Turkey also has to thank you, right? Not only these mural Buddha statues, but also those ceramic bronzes, all of them are occupied by you! Our country's cultural relics will not be given to you even if they are rotting in the mud!"

The homeless man was kicked out by the security guard because he was too emotional. Shi Ling and Yu Chen were also asked out for obstructing the work of museum staff.

But some Bai people were so ashamed that they could not speak.

After coming out of the museum, Shi Ling glanced back at the majestic building behind him. The elegant snow-white bricks could not hide the bloody dirt stained on this land.

"Woooooooo..."

The homeless man in the dragon robe was slumped on the ground, sobbing loudly.

Shi Ling glanced at him: "Are you following us?"

The homeless man snorted coldly: "Who is following you!"

"Oh, let's go then."

Shi Ling and Yu Chen turned around and left.

The homeless man was anxious, "Hey, wait a minute!"

Shi Ling didn't look back, "If you have anything to do, go to the embassy."

The tramp quickly caught up with them and stood in front of them. He seemed to have made a great determination. He took out the withered and yellow scraps of the scroll from his clothes and said enigmatically: "Young man, I'm amazed at you. You are a genius. I The inheritance passed down by my ancestors..."

"Beggars Clan Kung Fu?"

Shi Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Brother, we have our own teachings and we won't practice your beggar gang skills."

The tramp was stunned, "What teaching?"

He hated missionaries. If these two kids want to believe in religion, then forget it!

"Go back to sleep."

Shi Ling ignored him and left directly, "Keep your Beggar Clan skills for yourself."

Only then did the tramp realize that Shi Ling was playing tricks on him. He was so angry that he picked up his sleeves and chased after him, "You are a beggar gang! Although my ancestors were beggars, our family became emperors later! This is not a beggar gang. The Dharma is the Yongle Grand Ceremony passed down from my ancestors!"