pappabearbooks Chapter 444: A monk and a businessman?
Chapter 444: A monk and a businessman?
In the car, Dolma introduced his identity.
"Actually, I was once a native master, but I was guided by the Great God Jialan and joined his disciples."
Zhuoma's tone was full of humor.
Lin Ran understood it.
This man is actually the boss behind the cultural relics transfer company in Tibetan areas, but in places with strong beliefs, dressing up as a monk and understanding local customs are of great help to him.
Dolma is very interested in things on the holy mountain.
"The villagers in Xuewei Village can be said to be the most barbaric I have ever seen." Zhuoma held a cigarette in his mouth and smoked while driving. He looked like a monk who had broken the vows, but he looked a bit cool.
"How do you say this?" Liu Jingfeng didn't have a good impression of Zhuoma in his heart. He felt that this guy was a bit like the second-rate guy he used to be.
"Just two years ago, wasn't there a luminous pearl that sold for a sky-high price of [-] yuan at the Beijing auction house?"
Dolma blew out a smoke ring, without taking his hands off the steering wheel, and said, "Since then, people have discovered that tomb robbing is profitable. You also know the Tibetan area. It was once the world of Tubo."
"In a place like this, ordinary people would basically not leave a body, let alone a mausoleum."
"So all that will remain will be the tombs of the Tubo nobles."
"Tubo was the deadly rival of the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, after tomb robbing became popular, there were more tomb robbers in Tibetan areas."
"The mausoleums in other places are more or less close to each other."
"As for Xuewei Village, it can be said that everyone will die!"
After saying this, Zhuoma threw the cigarette out of the car window.
This made Lin Ran very dissatisfied and said, "Aren't you afraid of causing a fire if you throw cigarette butts around like this?"
"Haha, little brother, you think too much. Let alone lighting a fire with a cigarette butt, even if you use a torch to light it, you may not be able to light it." Zhuoma said dismissively.
"You are such a unique monk." Lin Ran leaned his head on the back seat and looked at the blue sky outside the window. He had no good impression of Dolma.
Then, they stopped talking.
The Mercedes-Benz was very powerful, and it took only two hours to arrive at Xuewei Village.
At this time, excavation work was still continuing on the Holy Mountain.
Seeing the hanging well on the holy mountain and the busy people, Dolma couldn't help but feel excited. She clasped her hands together and silently recited the six-character motto.
Lin Ran quietly called Liu Jingfeng aside and asked, "Why did you bring him here?"
"It's too inconvenient for us to hire trucks one by one, so we might as well find him." Liu Jingfeng replied, "I know you don't like him very much, and neither do I, but for the sake of convenience, I still have to endure it."
"After all, he is big in this area!"
Lin Ran had no choice but to accept this idea. This place was remote and transportation work was particularly difficult.
If you can directly outsource it to others, or someone with a local religious background can open the way, it is obviously the best fit.
So, they walked in front, and Zhuoma followed quickly, moving towards the holy mountain.
"Where are the villagers in Xuewei Village?" He saw the ruins of the village, with broken beams everywhere, and it was obvious that they had just experienced an avalanche.
Then, he looked at Lin Ran with incredible eyes, guessing in his heart that they were really lucky. They happened to encounter Xuewei Village being buried by an avalanche, and they really made a big mistake.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Lin Ran knew what he was thinking.
He smiled dismissively: "The villagers moved away half a month ago. I don't know exactly where they went, but it should be the territory divided by the state for them."
"I see. No wonder they are willing to give up the Holy Tower to outsiders." Zhuoma nodded.
Finally arrived at the foot of the Holy Mountain.
Directly ahead, a two-meter-tall Buddha was being pushed down the mountain by workers on a flatbed truck.
Wang Jinpeng was commanding at the front of the team. When he came to the foot of the mountain, he saw Lin Ran and said with a smile: "Brother Lin, you came back at the right time. We discovered a lot of good things."
He didn't pay any attention to Zhuoma next to him, thinking he was just a staff member brought back.
"What good things are there?" Lin Ran thought to himself, Wang Jinpeng was not a person who was surprised at first sight. If he could call something good, it must be extremely rare.
"We have basically brought out the Buddha statues on the sixth floor, and we have dug up a particularly unique statue." Wang Jinpeng signaled the workers to take the Buddha statue back to the village.
And he took the three of them to the temporary warehouse next to the Holy Mountain in advance to store cultural relics.
In the warehouse, there are a large number of Buddha statues.
Some are made of gilt, some are carved from pine and cypress, and there are also a large number of Buddhist scriptures and magical instruments.
There were Buddhist scriptures and magical instruments from different sects, and Dolma was stunned when he saw them.
"Great God Jialan!" Zhuoma came to a Buddha statue and showed a pious prayer posture. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, and muttered something.
Lin Ran and Liu Jingfeng looked at each other and smiled. It seemed that he still had some faith in a monk.
"Why are there all statues of gods and Buddhas in here?" Liu Jingfeng looked at the items in the tent. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought he was in a temple.
Wang Jinpeng chuckled: "Except for the stone carvings, the cultural relics on the first few floors are nothing valuable. It is only from the sixth floor that these Buddha statues are valuable."
"Have you been asked to move out the calligraphy and paintings?" Lin Ran asked. The burial objects carried by the slaves were indeed worthless.
However, the calligraphy and paintings left by Tuyuhun clearly have the style of the Tang Dynasty. Originally, there were very few records about this small country that was destroyed by the Tang Dynasty and Tubo.
These calligraphy and paintings will be the key to studying their culture!
"Can we not do what Brother Lin told us?"
Wang Jinpeng pointed to the wooden box next to him, "All the calligraphy and paintings have been folded and placed inside. However, as the boss said, the calligraphy and painting are basically indistinguishable, and some of the papers are seriously damaged."
"It's okay." Lin Ran patted Wang Jinpeng on the shoulder gratefully, helping him fulfill his wish.
The people at the museum will try to restore him.
Their conversation was about to return to the excavated Buddha statues.
At this moment, Zhuoma also came to his senses.
He asked eagerly: "Boss Liu, are these Buddha statues and Buddhist scriptures dug out of that pagoda?"
"What do you think?" Liu Jingfeng asked, looking careless.
Zhuoma didn't feel embarrassed, but explained: "Actually, people in Tibetan areas don't think highly of the villagers of Xuewei Village."
"Is there such a thing?" Lin Ran had never heard of it.
In appearance, they look very similar to ordinary people in Tibetan areas, with almost no difference. How could they be excluded?
"That's right, because in our culture, they are considered to be people without faith." Dolma looked at the holy mountain and said, "I believe you should also know that the people buried in that holy mountain are not the descendants of Tibet. "
"How do you know this?"
"If we are not allowed to investigate, won't we use other means?" Zhuoma smiled mysteriously and said, "Actually, I thought there were only burial victims and various weapons. After all, they were once a brave and fighting nation!"