Yin Yang Tomb Raider

Chapter 353 Spell, Shaman

Since ancient times, the minds of literati are the most difficult to figure out. They don’t want the world to look at them with vulgar eyes. Last time I just wrapped a red envelope, but the middleman said that Professor Lin was very annoyed. I don’t know how to deal with the money afterwards, but said He directly labeled me as a layman, today is the time for me to rectify my name!
"Professor, I need to take a closer look." I looked at the square inkstone and the ink in the inkstone and said, "At first glance, it is a Duan inkstone."

Among the four famous inkstones produced in China, the Duan inkstone in Guangdong Province is the most famous.Duan inkstone is well-known for its solid, lubricated, delicate, and delicate stone. Using Duan inkstone to grind ink does not stagnate, ink is sent out quickly, the ink produced is smooth, writing is smooth without loss, and the color of handwriting remains unchanged for a long time. A good Duan inkstone, Whether it is hot summer or severe winter, press the inkstone heart with your hands, the inkstone heart is blue and dark green, and the water will not dry for a long time. The ancients said "breathing the inkstone to study the ink".

Duan inkstones have not only been very valuable since ancient times, but also due to the exhaustion of inkstone materials in several famous pits, all famous pits have been "closed" in recent years, especially the old pits have been closed for many years, and there is no stone to be mined. All famous pits: Laokeng, Mazi Duan inkstones such as Keng, Kengzaiyan, Meihuakeng and Songkeng are rising in value, and these raw materials have become more and more precious.The reason why Duan inkstones are closed is because the mining of the duan inkstones was stopped due to the blockage of the tunnels, landslides and government protection. The resources of inkstones are getting less and less, and now all the inkstones mined before are sold, and one piece is sold for less.

I lightly rubbed the square inkstone with my fingers, and carefully looked at the lines inside. The pits of the Duan inkstone are different, and their external performance is also different. Seeing that I have been focusing on that square inkstone, Lao Jiu became impatient, and leaned over and said : "Are you sure?"

"I've been in the antique shop for more than ten years." I said, "I've been staring at these things since I was sensible, old boy, don't you believe me?"

"That's not true, I know a little about your skills." Lao Jiu stared at Fang Yan: "But Duan Yan has many pitfalls, can you tell them exactly?"

As soon as Lao Jiu got excited, his volume also increased. Professor Lin also stared at me suspiciously, and my heart sank: "It is undoubtedly the Duan inkstone, and it is the inkstone from Kengzaiyan."

Professor Lin's eyes lit up, and his tone became calmer: "Sit down and talk."

Lao Jiu and I sat down, and Professor Lin brought two cups of tea. At first glance, it was old tea, but the tea immediately sank to the bottom without any scum floating on the surface. It must be good tea. Professor Lin was wearing a Chinese tunic suit. The temperature is not too high, don't you panic?
"Kengtayan's inkstone is excellent, tender, fine-grained, firm and moist, second only to Laokeng. But the inkstone of Kengtayan is not as clear-cut as Laokeng or Mazikeng. The color of the stone is blue and slightly red, and the color The pattern is uniform, and it is not as colorful as Laokeng or Mazikeng ink stones. Among the stone patterns, there are banana leaf white, fish brain jelly, blue and white, fire Na and various stone eyes, especially the stone eyes are more famous." My finger is slippery Xiang Yan's right side: "That's the stone eye."

Lao Jiu looked down and quietly gave me a thumbs up. I kept my face, Professor Lin doesn't like frivolous people.

"Congratulations, Professor, this inkstone is not only a Duan inkstone, but also has emerald green eyes, vivid black eyes, resembling the eyes of birds and beasts. It is a high-grade inkstone in the pits of Duanxi." After I finished speaking, I raised my head and glanced at the professor. Although the professor showed a look of joy, the excitement was only fleeting, and it was completely lacking in the joy of ordinary people after knowing it.

"The stone is warm and delicate, the purple is delicate and beautiful, the inkstone is made according to the shape, one side of the inkstone hall is flat, and the back is carved with cloud patterns according to the shape, ethereal and whirling, rough and simple, very elegant. The high price of 230 million was sold at the auction, of course. Now, the professor only cares about the authenticity, not the price." I put the Duan inkstone back, and still let the brush rest on it.

Professor Lin looked at Fang Yan indifferently: "This Fang Yan was given by an old friend. He once said that it was Fang Haoyan. I haven't found anyone to verify it for so many years. It was just a whim just now. This Fang Yan is very important to me. The most important thing is the friendship of friends, a few million or something, I'm already half buried, so it doesn't matter."

Seeing Professor Lin's appearance, this old friend must have a special meaning. Taking advantage of the professor's good mood, I immediately said, "Professor, what did I mention on the phone?"

"The previous content has been translated, but you said there is a new one?" Professor Lin got up and brought an envelope: "I copied it by hand, and the handwriting is a bit scribbled."

"It's okay, the professor is willing to help, we are very grateful." I winked, and Lao Jiu said, "When is the new content convenient for you?"

Old Ninth Xu was too anxious, and bent his upper body directly. Professor Lin stepped back unaccustomedly: "I don't have anything else to do today. There is a computer in the room. Let's pour out the photos. It's too small to see clearly."

Lao Jiu and I clapped hands to celebrate, and walked into the study cautiously. The computer was turned on, and the webpage on the computer was stuck on an old news. I glanced at it, and my heart tightened. Lin Laojiu said: "Professor has studied Khitan culture for some time, right?"

"The intermediary has been introducing it for at least 30 years, and he is definitely a leader in the study of large and small characters." I took out my mobile phone and exported the photo of the jade coffin table. In such an environment, only the text appeared on the screen. In order to make it easier to see, I sharpened it with the software in the computer to make the text more prominent.

Lao Jiu saw that Professor Lin hadn’t come out yet, so he went to the door and looked into the living room. When I came back, I asked him what the professor was doing. He scratched his head and said, “I’m standing alone on the balcony looking at something, with a cup of tea in my hand. , I'm a little distracted, people who play knowledge are unfathomable, it's not something like us who can understand, how about the photos?"

"The environment for taking pictures is not good, but it looks okay after sharpening." I said, "I'll call the professor over."

The professor came in with a teacup in his hand, walked to the computer, and saw the words, his face suddenly changed: "These are not texts, not smooth sentences, where did you get them?"

"The coffin platform." I said, "Someone saw these Khitan characters on the jade coffin platform."

I spoke vaguely, but the professor didn't get into it. He pointed his fingers on the computer screen: "The translations of these characters are all single characters. I can only help you write out the corresponding Chinese characters, and I can't integrate them."

"As long as it's like this." I couldn't hide my disappointment in my heart. I thought I had recorded such an important event, but the result was all scattered words. Professor Lin translated them one by one. I recorded them and arranged them in order. These are some strange Chinese characters. I looked at them and a thought came to my mind: "Could it be a spell or something?"

"Although the Khitan people are greatly influenced by the Han nationality and Buddhism, they still believe in shamanism the most." Professor Lin said: "The ancient historians did not use the term 'shaman', and only called them witches in words."

"Witch, witch?" Lao Jiu suddenly trembled: "Another meaning of witch is shamanism?"

"That's right, the five colors are transformed into the five elements of water, fire, wood, gold and earth, in the five directions, east, west, north, south, and in the middle, five colors of blue, yellow, red, white, and five flavors." Professor Lin said: "The Khitan people still believe in these, and believe that their power comes from stones."

"Stone?" I stepped into this mysterious religion for the first time, and somewhere in my heart was about to move.

"In folklore, stones are also the medium for shaman believers to enshrine their souls. Shamans use the vitality of stones to nourish their souls and enhance their soul power." Professor Lin turned to the bookshelf, skillfully took out a book from the bookshelf, and flipped through it. Opened a page: "Look, although there are not many customs handed down by the shamans of Khitan, the Manchus also believe in shamanism, and there are some records in it."

Like water, stone is the matrix that gave birth to the first life in the universe in mythology.This first life is called Shishen, and the world was created by this initial universe god.

As the source and support of fire, stone is regarded as the mother of the universe or a symbol of the vitality of the universe.Therefore, the concept of stone god is closely connected with fire myth and fire belief.In Manchu mythology, there is a goddess named Duokuohuo.

According to legend, when the world was not divided, there was this ancient goddess. She lived in a stone and gave birth to the god of light and heat.The Heavenly Mother Abu Kahehe was tricked into the Daxue Mountain by the demon Yaluli. The huge snowdrift made her cold and hungry, so she swallowed the stones under the snow mountain and the goddess Dokuho in the stones.Duo Kuo Huo's heat made Abu Kahehe feel restless, and suddenly knocked out of the snow mountain.The heat melted Abu Kahehe's limbs, his eyes turned into sun and moon, his hair turned into a forest, and his sweat turned into streams...

"This legend is completely different from what Pan Gu said." Lao Jiu said in a deep voice, "This race is really amazing."

"It rewrote the story of the beginning of heaven and earth, amazing." I was more interested in the shaman's story, so I read on.

Some Manchu surnames regard stones as ancestral idols, and use stones to represent gods, or stones are the hiding places of gods.Fu Yuguang and Wang Honggang introduced in "Goddess of Shamanism" that the Manchu surname Xu placed three white pebbles in the ancestral box of his ancestors. It is rumored that the stones were brought from the cave when the ancient shaman moved south, and they have been worshiped for generations. , has been more than 300 years.During the sacrifice, the clansmen kowtowed to the white pebble, and the shaman said: "The ancestor stone of mother, the ancestor stone of mother, the ancestor stone of light, the ancestor stone of life, the mother stone god ancestor of the foundation of all generations."

"The ancestral stone of life?" I read this sentence, and something flashed in my mind, but the information was too personal, and it was hard to synthesize. After reading it, most of them were some customs of shamans. For example, they respected the moon, and the power of shamans could Possession, even through acquired methods to make the soul out of the body...

I was engrossed in watching it, when Professor Lin suddenly became impatient: "Okay, shall I lend it to you to take a look?"

I quickly closed the book and wrote down the title: "No, I'll go to the bookstore to buy a copy."

Professor Lin said coldly: "My task is finished, I'm tired, you go if you have nothing to do."

Lao Jiu and I were stunned. This Professor Lin was hot and cold, and his emotions changed like a roller coaster. We both said goodbye angrily. As soon as we walked out, Lao Jiu scolded: "Ge Laozi, what a bad temper!"

(End of this chapter)