Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 55 Shroud

This is not a rag, but a real top national treasure!
Although Gao Dongxu had read about the rag in his hand in books and guessed that it was a valuable cultural relic, he really did not expect that such a thing would have such a rich spiritual energy.

If he could absorb all of this spiritual energy, he believed that the nebula space would definitely expand greatly, and he would no longer have to worry about the time limit of staying in the courtyard world.

"Tell me, how much is this Buddhist robe worn by a great monk and blessed by God?" Gao Dongxu suppressed the excitement in his heart, with a playful expression on his face, looking at the bald stall owner.

"Haha, eighty thousand, no bargaining. You are an expert, so don't squeeze me. This thing is definitely a good thing." The stall owner smiled awkwardly, then looked at Gao Dongxu seriously and said in a firm tone.

"No bargaining?" Gao Dongxu looked at the cold yellow cloth in his hands. It wasn't torn at all; it was its age that made it look worn. No one knew better than him that this was a rare treasure, buried in the past.

Although he couldn't identify its origin yet, spiritual energy would not lie. Perhaps it was really blessed by countless eminent monks, and the person who used it was of such a noble and unattainable status that it could contain so much spiritual energy.

"The stuff is good, but I'm worried that I'll be laughed at if I spend 80,000 on a shroud..." Gao Dongxu said to the stall owner with a faint smile.

The stall owner smiled wryly, as if he knew the real deal. He said with a laugh, "You're an expert. Anyone buried with a Dharani Sutra must be either wealthy or noble. Look at the kesi and silk reeling craftsmanship; they're incredibly valuable. There's a saying from ancient times that an inch of kesi is worth an inch of gold. Eighty thousand yuan really isn't expensive."

That’s right, the so-called torn cassock in Gao Dongxu’s hand is a Dharani Sutra blanket. To put it more simply, it is a shroud, but it is used to wrap dignitaries and even members of the royal family.

The Dharani Sutra Quilt is stitched entirely with kesi silk, a complex and precise craftsmanship that makes it incredibly valuable. Furthermore, it's made from high-quality deer and Tibetan antelope wool, both of which are extremely rare and valuable. Furthermore, the Dharani Sutra Quilt is a treasure of immense significance, unlike ordinary gold, silver, or jade artifacts, and holds significant research value.

Before the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty, cremation was practiced according to Manchu customs. Starting with Kangxi, burials were conducted according to Han Chinese customs, and burials were switched to burials. The imperial family was also a devout believer in Tibetan Buddhism, and the Dhula Sutra Quilt was a sacred item of this tradition. Therefore, Dhula Sutra Quilts began to be used in funerals during the middle period, and their use expanded during the later period. Most of the surviving Dhula Sutra Quilts date from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

The stall owner must have identified this Dharani Sutra as a product from the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

However, Gao Dongxu knew that this was definitely not a Dharani Sutra blanket from the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. The spiritual energy it possessed was enough to show that this item was definitely not an ordinary item. He guessed that it was most likely from the royal family.

After the emperor's death, yellow satin with gold weaving and five-colored Sanskrit characters were used. Each piece of the cloth had been chanted and incantations recited by living Buddhas, making it extremely valuable.

The coffin used one yellow satin quilt made of Dhura cloth with gold-woven Sanskrit characters, and five yellow satin quilts made of Dhura cloth with gold-woven Sanskrit characters in five colors. From the Empress down to the imperial concubines, all used Dhura cloth quilts or Dhura cloth satin. For noble ladies below the rank of noble, only quilts of Dhura cloth could be used after receiving special permission.

After the Republic of China, everyone can use it. The most common Dhāra Sutra quilt is yellow silk with red Sanskrit scripture characters printed on it, and there are also those printed on white silk.

It's said that the only shop in Beijing that sold these sutra quilts was the backyard of Shuangsheng Dyeing House, east of the Drum Tower in the north city, and various funeral clothing shops also sold them. Furthermore, these sutra quilts were expensive; a high-quality silk quilt with woven words could cost dozens of silver dollars, and one with printed words could cost several more. Most people couldn't afford them.

Gao Dongxu looked carefully at the golden text printed on the Dhula Sutra again. Combined with the spiritual energy, it definitely belonged to the imperial court.

Moreover, not all members of the royal family can use the Dharani Sutra blanket, it is a symbol of social status.

"But it was taken off a dead person after all, wasn't it?" Gao Dongxu continued to praise the Dharani Sutra blanket in his hand with a smile. The better the thing is and the more you want to buy it, the less anxious you should be.

"Hey, look at what you said. We are antique collectors, so who cares about these things? To put it bluntly, more than half of the antiques in the world are burial objects, don't you think..." The stall owner also saw that Gao Dongxu was very interested in this Dharani Sutra, and the two began to argue.

"Lower your price a bit. Eighty thousand is definitely not going to do it."

"Then I'll give you five hundred..." "Haha, fifty thousand."

"I definitely won't sell it for 50,000. If I wanted to buy it for 50,000, I would have bought it long ago. How about this, I'll be quick and give you 2,000, 78,000."

"Fifty-eight thousand--" Gao Dongxu continued to bargain with a smile. He was basically sure that the other party's lowest psychological price was fifty thousand, but the other party was not willing to give up and wanted to sell it at a good price.

"Seventy-five thousand is the lowest price, it can't be lowered any further..."

"Sixty-five thousand. If you sell it, I will transfer the money to your bank now. If you don't sell it, I will turn around and leave--" Gao Dongxu said with a smile and a very firm tone.

"This... add some more, add some more..." The stall owner, with a conflicted look on his face but actually very happy in his heart, continued to act.

"I can't increase the price. Sixty-five thousand. Will you sell it?" Gao Dongxu kept the Dharani Sutra Quilt on his arm from beginning to end, with no intention of letting go, because at this time, there were several customers standing next to him, who were not sure whether they were there to watch the fun or were curious, looking at the Dharani Sutra Quilt in his hand. He was now negotiating the price. The thing was in his hand, and people who knew the business knew the rules. No one would interfere and steal it.

However, as soon as Gao Dongxu put the item down and someone else picked it up, he would lose the right of first refusal to buy it.

"Okay, I'll sell it--" The stall owner seemed to have gone through a tangled psychological struggle. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, then handed a wooden box containing the Dharani Sutra to Gao Dongxu.

After taking the box, Gao Dongxu casually rolled up the Dharani Sutra, stuffed it into the box, closed the box, and tucked it under his armpit, completely eliminating the possibility of exposing the treasure.

He took out his cell phone, opened the electronic banking service, asked for the stall owner's card number, and transferred 65,000 yuan.

"It's over, please check it."

"Okay, wait a moment, there's a network delay... OK, it's in." The stall owner saw the amount and smiled happily. Then he looked at Gao Dongxu and said, "Don't look at anything else. I have a lot of good things here..."

"Oh?" Gao Dongxu became interested. He thought the other party had something related to the quilt, so he said, "Take it out and let me see."

"Okay..." The stall owner's eyes lit up with joy, while the stall owners at the neighboring stalls showed expressions of envy and jealousy, wishing they could pull Gao Dongxu, the customer, to their own stalls.

"..."

Gao Dongxu shook his head in disappointment, put down a blue and white porcelain jar in his hand, and said with loss of interest: "These things are too hot, you should keep them for yourself..."

"Ahem..." The stall owner coughed awkwardly with a red face, avoided eye contact, and put the things away awkwardly.

"Ha ha..."

At this time, the owner of the adjacent stall laughed with glee.

Gao Dongxu walked out of the stall, holding the box containing the quilt and carrying a backpack. Several stall owners who had wanted him to see the antiques on their stalls did not invite him. They could see that Gao Dongxu was not an easy person to fool.

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