An Rugu's face froze when he heard this. He took back his phone and looked carefully at the bronze tripod on the screen. His attitude changed slightly.
Is this actually one of the legendary Nine Cauldrons?
The little zombie had no idea what the Nine Cauldrons were. He tugged at An Rugu's sleeve and asked curiously, "Sister, are you talking about the Nine Cauldrons in Yiyan Jiuding?"
An Rugu nodded and said, "That's right. According to legend, after Dayu established the Xia Dynasty, he divided the world into nine states and cast nine tripods to represent the nine states."
"The Strategies of the Warring States" once said: "Holding the Nine Cauldrons, holding the maps and records, and commanding the world with the emperor, no one in the world dares not to obey. This is the king's work."
"The Nine Cauldrons were the national treasures of the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties. If they still existed, they would still be national treasures today."
The little zombie's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Wow, so cool, sister, that ancestral hall looks ordinary, but there is a national treasure inside!"
"You think too much." Xiao Bailong came to An Rugu's side and looked down at the phone in her hand. "I was mistaken. The style of the bronze tripod is very similar to the Qingzhou tripod, but after a closer look, the text is a little wrong. It's obviously a fake."
An Rugu's eyes fell on these characters that were somewhat similar to oracle bone inscriptions, raised an eyebrow and said, "Can you still understand these characters?"
"Of course." Little White Dragon said as if it was a matter of course: "When the craftsmen were casting the bronze tripod, the clanging noise was so loud that I couldn't sleep at all, so I came up to take a look."
"When they saw me, they screamed in fear and told me exactly what they were doing."
"Each bronze tripod has information about the terrain and taxes of the corresponding nine states carved on it. Look, this diagram represents Qingzhou."
An Rugu looked at it carefully. The bronze tripod was carved with mountains and flowing water, which was poetic and picturesque.
Qingzhou had to pay tribute to the emperor every year in the form of lacquer, silk, rock and stone. As a large continent near the sea, it also had to pay tribute to the emperor in the form of seafood and silk fabrics.
The little zombie blinked. She had seen the story of Dayu controlling floods in a quiz show. She was familiar with Dayu and admired heroes. After all, heroes were an indispensable part of Chinese civilization. It was a pity that she would never see these deceased heroes.
This brother always snatched her snacks, was extremely overbearing, and had no idea how to write the word "courtesy". She suspected that he was evil at heart. How could such a bad guy have seen Dayu? She hadn't even seen him!
He must be lying!
"Brother, have you really seen Dayu? Are you kidding me? Why would someone make bronze artifacts on the shore?"
Xiao Bailong said: "How do I know what they think? You have to ask them this question."
An Rugu thought for a moment and explained, "The capitals of the Xia Dynasty included Yangcheng, Yangdi, Shangqiu, etc., which are not far from Luoyang. The source of the Ji River is in Jiyuan, which is also not far from the capital of the Xia Dynasty. Dayu once managed the Ji River. They should be considered neighbors."
"The creation of bronze artifacts requires water. They probably built the Nine Cauldrons along the Jishui River for convenience."
The little zombie's eyes widened: "...It turns out he didn't lie."
It turned out that Xiaobailong had really seen that ancient era, and she was immediately filled with envy.
Little White Dragon snorted: "How could I, the great God of Jishui, lie? You really look down on me!"
"By the way, little brat, I am probably the most powerful elder here. Don't call me by my full name, just call me Sir. You have to respect me, understand?"
The little zombie was still very polite. Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and became a little restrained. My sister said that a child who doesn't respect the elderly and love the young is not a good child. It seems that he has to be polite to this elder.
"……good."
Seeing the little zombie's envious face, An Rugu touched her head and said calmly: "She is the reincarnation of the daughter of Emperor Yan. Were you born at that time? If not, she seems to be older than you."
Xiaobailong's smile gradually faded. Oh no, the Yanhuang period... he really had no impression of it.
"I, anyway, I am definitely older than Dayu, and my generation is not much different from this kid."
He was born in the Ji River, and was recognized by the Heavenly Dao as a deity. As long as he could remember, he was already the god of the Ji River. He lived very comfortably in the Ji River and never went ashore.
It was not until Dayu brought a group of people to control the flood and dug his own river channel that he alarmed the water god.
He didn't care whether the river flooded or not, so he didn't let those humans control the water.
Not long after, the group of humans presented him with a large amount of roasted meat made from freshly roasted cattle and sheep. He could not help but fall into deep silence. There was no way to make a fire in the water, and he had never tried this cooking method before.
Later, the Jishui River was successfully diverted. The difference was that roasted meat was offered to the Jishui River every year.
The little zombie still thinks of herself as the human Su Zhi. She doesn't think of herself as an immortal or a Hanba. She is not curious about her previous life and has never asked or looked up information about Hanba. What daughter of the Yellow Emperor? She is just Su Zhi.
But after hearing what An Rugu said, she suddenly became excited, imitating Xiao Bailong's behavior just now and pretending to be arrogant: "One day older is still older, don't quibble, you should call me sir!"
Little White Dragon: “…”
After all this time, it turned out that this child was the oldest.
He really shot himself in the foot.
An Rugu just smiled and said nothing. Then he asked Xiao Bailong about the Xia Dynasty, his expression becoming more and more cautious.
Little White Dragon has a photographic memory and remembers the style of the bronze tripod very clearly, even the patterns. This tripod-style incense burner - although it is a replica with Little White Dragon's seal, the style is so similar, is it really a coincidence?
The group followed Zhang Jinfei to the back mountain while chatting.
The mountain road was steep, so Zhang Jinfei did not walk in front to lead the way. Instead, he stopped and stood by the road to show the way to everyone: "Everyone, go slowly. Be careful of the gravel. Don't slip. Our ancestral grave is just ahead."
When An Rugu passed by, he suddenly asked, "Is this replica of the bronze tripod based on the lost one?"
"How did you know?" Zhang Jinfei slightly widened his eyes, then clapped his hands and laughed, "Miss An, you really have foresight. I haven't even told you about this, but you already know it."
"That's true. My great uncle liked that top very much. There were no cameras in the village at that time, so he rented a camera and took all the photos."
"His last wish was to get the tripod back. I couldn't find it, so I thought about finding him a replica. I found one that was exactly the same, so it wouldn't be fooling him. I found the photos and sent them to them, asking them to make it according to this. This custom-made item cost a lot of money!"
"I see." An Rugu nodded, and then asked, "Do you still have photos of the real thing?"
Zhang Jinfei was a little confused: "Can't we look at the one in the ancestral hall? The one that was lost looks exactly like the one on display now."
"Not necessarily exactly the same." An Rugu said lightly.
She wanted to find a photo of the original and show it to Xiao Bailong. Was the original one like the one in the ancestral hall a replica or the real Qingzhou Ding?
If it's the latter, that's incredible.
The Nine Cauldrons were the national treasures of the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties and the symbol of royal power. In the late Zhou Dynasty, many princes competed for the Nine Cauldrons, and possessing them meant that one was the orthodox ruler of China.
"Records of the Grand Historian" once recorded, "In the eighteenth year, King Wu of Qin and Meng Yue lifted a red tripod with a dragon pattern, and both died with broken tibia." King Wu of Qin, Ying Dawu, the uncle of Qin Shihuang's grandfather, went to Luoyang to lift the tripod. An accident occurred during the lifting process, and the tripod weighing more than 400 kilograms fell and hit his shin, thus going down in history in a miraculous way.
This so-called red tripod with dragon pattern is exactly the Yongzhou Tripod among the Nine Provinces Tripods.
It is said that Qin Shi Huang found the Nine Cauldrons, but during the transportation, one of them fell into the Si River. Thousands of people were sent to salvage it, but they failed, leaving only the Eight Cauldrons. Later, the Nine Cauldrons disappeared and disappeared in the long river of history. Finally, people speculated that the Eight Cauldrons should have been buried in the tomb of Qin Zhaoxiang King or Qin Shi Huang.
Later, Emperor Wu of Han found the big tripod in Fenshui and was very happy. He issued a general amnesty, changed the country's name to Yuanding, and personally went to welcome the nine tripods. However, Sishui and Fenshui are not connected, so how could the bronze tripod travel so far? Therefore, scholars in later generations generally believe that this is a farce.
No one can give a clear answer to the whereabouts of the Nine Cauldrons, the national treasure that has been pursued by countless people throughout history. It is both tragic and regrettable.
Calculating the location, Haicheng belonged to Qingzhou in ancient times. If the original item is really one of the Nine Cauldrons, the Qingzhou Cauldron, then... the junk collectors really made a lot of money.
"Okay, I'll look for it." Seeing that she was very curious, Zhang Jinfei took out his phone from his pocket and sent a message to his family: "I have the original at home. Wait, I'll ask the nanny to take a photo and send it to you."
While waiting, Zhang Jinfei pondered for a long time, and then came up with a guess. He asked curiously, "Miss An, why do you want to look at the photos? Have you seen this bronze tripod?"
She thought of how An Rugu had just talked to those foreigners about bronze ware. She looked so serious that she could even tell the difference between real and fake rust. She seemed like she was no layman. Could it be that Miss An's hobby was collecting? Had she seen the stolen bronze tripod before?
An Rugu shook his head and said frankly, "No."
If the replica in the ancestral hall is a one-to-one copy, then the real cauldron would be very large, probably weighing more than 400 kilograms.
The Guiyuan Ding in Chuyun Temple is only half the size and has a different style. It can't be that the Qingzhou Ding has shrunk, right? Besides, the Guiyuan Ding is covered with rust and looks like it's covered with paste, and you can't see any patterns on it. The two bronze tripods are completely unrelated.
"Well, okay then." Zhang Jinfei sighed heavily, looked down at his phone, and said, "My aunt said she is looking for it in the study. It will probably take a while. Why don't we go check out the ancestral grave first?"
"good."
It is spring now, and all things are reviving. The grass is growing, the birds are singing, the green grass is sprouting, and butterflies are flying on the petals, which is quite interesting.
But the further we go, the scarcer the grass and trees become, as if we have returned from spring to winter, all things have become silent, and there is a sense of bleakness.
When they saw the hillside in front of them clearly, many sharp-eyed people changed their expressions immediately.
Zhang Jinfei was still unaware, and as he walked forward, he kept saying, "Masters, please walk slowly. The mountain road is slippery."
"Our Haicheng is located in a plain with few mountains, but our Green Tree Village does have many small hills. This mountain is called Fulong Mountain, where many ancestors are buried. Every year during the Qingming and Winter Solstice, we have to burn a lot of paper."
"Our family originally lived on this hillside, but after the master's advice, we moved the grave to another hillside. Come and take a look. Is there something wrong with the ancestral grave, or are we just unlucky?"
Zhang Tianshi looked at the hill from afar, but stopped and refused to follow Zhang Jinfei forward. He was a little reluctant in his heart: "Of course it's not a bad year. You are in good luck, and it will only get better and better."
Zhang Jinfei didn't know Zhang Tianshi, but seeing that he looked like a hermit, he suddenly admired him: "What's the matter?"
Before Zhang Tianshi could say anything, Master Cihang's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He sighed repeatedly, as if he was extremely depressed: "Donor, I was wrong."
Many people had frowned and serious expressions, while some people whispered to each other, looking mysterious.
Zhang Jinfei: “???”
Seeing that everyone was unwilling to speak, his heart suddenly rose to his throat. If it was a trivial matter, then everyone would have spoken directly. Now that these masters looked so bad, it meant that the matter was very serious!
He was so panicked that he quickly said, "Masters, what's the problem? Just tell me... By the way, if you can solve this problem, I'm willing to pay tens of millions!"
As an ordinary person, he has no magical tools, only countless money.
However, Master Cihang sighed and said, "Donor, this is not a matter of money. I pressed the wrong acupoint for you. Everyone is unwilling to speak only to save my face. I am not very knowledgeable. I thought this was a very auspicious Nine Stars Connection, but I didn't expect to find a place that would lead to the extinction of the whole family..."
When Zhang Jinfei heard about the extinction of his family, his brain almost exploded. He felt a little anxious and subconsciously asked, "How could this happen?"
Master Cihang could only say, "You asked me to move your ancestral grave before. I think this place is not far away, and it is a good place to gather wind and energy, with green trees and trees. In addition, you have a total of ten hillsides here. If you put them together, they look like nine stars surrounding the moon."
"The acupoint I chose is at the highest point of the moon. The mountain and water qi are endless. In the future, there will definitely be a large population and a lot of wealth."
"But today, I see that something is wrong with this place. Everything is withered and life is gone. It's not nine stars surrounding the moon, it's directly become nine stars breaking the moon."
Zhang Jinfei had experienced many business battles before, and he immediately suspected: "Oh no, is this someone else's doing? Can the Feng Shui Bureau be destroyed?"
It's not that he didn't doubt this master, but if he had any problems, others would definitely point them out. The fact that Master Cihang didn't run away showed that he had the confidence.
Especially since An Rugu is still here, if Master Cihang has any bad intentions, she will definitely not stand idly by.
He often watches An Rugu’s live broadcast and has great confidence in the host. He can always trust the host!
"Of course." Master Cihang nodded: "People can create Feng Shui, and of course they can destroy it. I just don't know who is so vicious to harm your family like this."
It also ruined his good reputation.
Zhang Jinfei was so angry that his teeth itched, and he kept thinking about his competitors: "They turned this Feng Shui treasure land into a place where my family would be wiped out. I want to see who wants me to have no descendants!"
His resentment towards Master Cihang disappeared. It turned out that he did not deliberately choose the place where the family would be wiped out. It was just destroyed by someone else. So he could not blame the other party.
However, at this time, An Rugu suddenly said: "In fact, this piece of land was originally a land of extinction. The dragon vein was cut off, all things disappeared, and the spiritual energy collapsed. It was only because of external forces that it became better. Now that the external forces are gone, of course it has revealed its original appearance."
Zhang Jinfei was stunned: "It was originally a place where no one would be able to survive?"
"That's right." An Rugu raised his hand and pointed at the nine hills in front of him: "Look at these mountains, they are not formed naturally, but dug out later. Those hills should be connected."
When everyone looked up, they saw that the hillside was uneven and there were faint traces of artificial excavation in the cross section.
"The dragon's spine was dug into nine sections, riddled with holes, and blood flowed like a river."
An Rugu bent down and took a handful of soil. The soil was light red, and the smell of the soil was carried by the wind to his face. The smell was a bit like blood: "This should be the reason why this mountain is called Fulong Mountain."
"As the saying goes, a land of good fortune breeds talented people. When the dragon vein is cut off, there are usually no high-ranking officials or wealthy people in the area. But you walked out of this small mountain village, stood out from the crowd, and became the richest man in the area. This is all because of that external force."
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