After they walked away, Yu Chen said, "That person just now seemed a little strange."

Shi Ling: "That's right. This is my first time begging in a dragon robe. I think I'm the Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, who conquered the country and became emperor with just a bowl. But the dragon robe is old and dirty. If he hadn't held my foot so close, I wouldn't have noticed it."

Yu Chen saw that Shi Ling didn't seem to care, and he wasn't sure if she had noticed the man's unusualness. However, given his current appearance in front of Shi Ling, he didn't want to remind her, lest he arouse her suspicion.

He had been dealing with ghosts in his dreams for years, so he felt the yin energy of the man at first sight. But the yin energy soon subsided and was tempered by a trace of dragon energy.

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

On the burial objects in some imperial tombs.

"Hey, the White Country has a history of more than 200 years, and there's such a big library. It can't be filled with Indian skulls, right? Yu Chen, let's go take a look?"

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

"good."

Walking into the Duncheng Museum, apart from the dinosaur fossils and some White Country artifacts in the central exhibition hall, the rest of the exhibition is almost entirely from other countries, with Chinese artifacts occupying a large section.

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

Shi Ling was walking in 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 day.

There are tour guides nearby who introduce to tourists the dynasties, names and past uses of the cultural relics.

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

When the tour guide was introducing a painting of a Tang Dynasty lady to the children, one of the children asked what the Tang Dynasty was.

Without waiting for the commentator to speak, Shi Ling spoke in fluent foreign language, "The Tang Dynasty, which lasted for more than 700 years, was a glorious and brilliant dynasty in Chinese history. Countless beautiful poems have been passed down. These exquisite murals, reliefs, and paintings are all from that era. At that time, all nations came to pay tribute..."

Shi Ling's explanation was more detailed than that of the Baiguo Museum's tour guide.

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

The children from the White Country who were brought by their parents to visit could not help but express their amazement.

One child counted on his fingers and said, "Amazing! Seven hundred years, three times as long as our Bai Country."

The commentator also recognized Shi Ling and Yu Chen's oriental faces and said to them in a friendly manner, "Are you Chinese? I really like Chinese culture..."

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

The children shook their heads.

"Murals are painted on the walls of caves, while relief murals are carved by skilled craftsmen and painted with colors." Shi Ling said, took out his mobile phone, and showed them the murals of the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang.

The children all exclaimed "beautiful".

Suddenly, a child pointed at the relief murals in the glass case and asked innocently, "Sister, but these murals are not on the wall."

Shi Ling smiled and said, "Yes. Because there were barbaric looters who used glue to peel them off the stone wall. The black glue marks on the edges are evidence of this. The flying fairies on the murals were damaged by their barbaric behavior. Some of their eyes were gouged out, while others have deep scratches, making it difficult to see their complete heads. Do you see these Buddha statues? Aren't they all incomplete? They were also knocked off the pedestals by the barbarians."

Yu Chen lowered his eyes and looked at Shi Ling who was standing in front of countless cultural relics.

She used the most gentle voice to describe the most brutal atrocities.

It seems that China, for thousands of years, despite experiencing the vicissitudes of war, has still treated the world with peace and tolerance, demonstrating the calm demeanor of the only ancient civilization in the world.

The child listened to Shi Ling's narration and couldn't help but utter "Oh! NO!". His little face wrinkled, unable to bear to see the beautiful things being destroyed.

The White Country guide next to them blushed and said, "No, the damage was caused by the civil war in your country. Our great explorers were simply saving those treasures that were not cherished. If they hadn't copied these murals away for collection, they would have become worthless in your country! It was you who didn't cherish and wantonly destroyed those cultural relics. We protected your country's cultural relics during the war, and you should be grateful to us."

Just then, the homeless man in the dirty black Hanfu rushed in and said angrily, "Shameless! A robber is a robber, what high-sounding excuses are you using? You weren't part of the Eight-Nation Alliance, were you? And they're grateful to you, so should the Indians and turkeys? It's not just these murals and Buddha statues, but also those ceramics and bronzes. All of these are yours! We'd rather our country's cultural relics rot in the mud than give them to you!"

The homeless man was kicked out by security because of his excessive emotions. Shi Ling and Yu Chen were also asked to leave for obstructing the work of the museum staff.

But some white people were so ashamed that they couldn't speak.

Coming out of the museum, Shi Ling looked back at the towering building behind him. The elegant white bricks could not hide the blood and dirt that stained the land.

“Wuwuwu…”

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

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

The homeless man snorted coldly: "Who followed you!"

"Oh, let's go then."

Shi Ling and Yu Chen turned and left.

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

Shi Ling didn't even turn around, "If you have any questions, go to the embassy."

The homeless man quickly caught up with them and stood in front of them. He seemed to have made a great decision. He took out the withered and yellowed scroll from his clothes and said in a profound voice: "Young man, I see that you have amazing talents. I will give you the inheritance from my ancestors..."

"Beggar Gang's skills?"

Shi Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Brother, we have our own teachings and we won't practice your Beggar Gang techniques."

The homeless man was stunned. "What religion?"

He hates missionaries. If he wants these two kids to believe in religion, forget it!

"Go back to sleep."

Shi Ling ignored him and walked away, "You should keep this Beggar Gang technique for yourself."

The homeless man then realized that Shi Ling was playing a trick on him. He was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and chased after him, "You are from the Beggars' Sect! Although my ancestors were beggars, our family later became emperors! This is not some Beggars' Sect technique, it's the Yongle Encyclopedia passed down from my ancestors!"