Galactic Garbage Station - Chapter572

When Shen Hong and Old Song left, they were still in a daze.

They were completely shocked. They were more shocked than ever before.

They have been in this industry for decades, but this is the first time they have seen and even the first time they have heard that a person has so many calligraphy and paintings from the Tang Dynasty, some of which are of extremely high level and have high collection value. Even the Palace Museum can't compare with them.

They wrote down the names of the authors and prepared to go back and check them out.

The vast majority of these calligraphy and paintings were well preserved. At most, they were a little tattered and would be fine after some repairs. It was a miracle that these paper objects had been preserved so well for more than a thousand years and several dynasties.

"If the calligraphy and paintings of the Tang Dynasty want to be handed down, they must not only resist the force majeure caused by the war and the change of the times, but also resist natural damage such as moisture, moths, and air corrosion. It's not easy to preserve paper things for more than a thousand years.

However, with me, it's just through the skull aging, and there are no other uncertain factors, so it's naturally much simpler. "

Sue

With a smile, he knew that he had unearthed another huge sum of money. With so many Tang Sancai and calligraphy and paintings, he doesn't intend to collect them all.

First, producing Antimatter is really too expensive, and he is short of money; Second, he is not an avid collector, and he has a general interest in collecting. Even if he wants to collect them, he can pick a few of the best collections, and it's not worth keeping them all.

Sue

Going down to the first floor, he continued to sort out the garbage and paid more attention to putting away the ceramics and paper.

After another two or three days, he finally sorted out about half of the garbage.

He felt that from this part, he seemed to see a dividing line, and the other half of the garbage was obviously different and seemed to come from different places.

However, according to past experience, every time the garbage comes from the same Universe, and this other half of the garbage should also come from the "Journey to the West" Universe.

The other half of the garbage looks a little drier and less messy, and most of it is dust and fallen leaves.

Among them, he can also see a lot of tattered Taoist robes, which seem to be the garbage of some Taoist temple.

Sue

He picked up a few pieces of waste paper, which were written with brush strokes. The calligraphy was above average, but it faintly carried a very good artistic conception. One of the pieces of paper wrote: "Guanqi Ke Lan, logging wood Ding Ding, walking slowly at the mouth of Yunbian Valley, selling firewood for wine, laughing wildly.

Cang Jing Qiu Gao, pillow to the moon, sleep until dawn.

He recognized the old forest, climbed the cliff and crossed the ridge, and cut the withered vines with his axe.

In Xingge City, one load was sold for three liters of rice.

There is no competition, the price is average, there is no scheming, there is no honor or disgrace, living a quiet life.

When we meet, we are either immortals or Daoists. We sit quietly and talk about the Yellow Court. "

Sue

After pondering for a moment, he felt that these words sounded familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had heard them before.

He picked up more waste paper and continued browsing. What surprised him was that there were actually some cultivation techniques written on them. However, they were scattered all over the place and looked very scattered. They looked like ordinary Daoist meditation techniques, and he couldn't see anything special about them.

Sue

Suddenly, a piece of paper caught Sue's attention.

On it was written: "Mount Lingtai Fangcun, Crescent Samsung Cave."

Sue

His eyes immediately shot out a bright light, revealing a look of ecstasy.

Mount Lingtai Fangcun, Crescent Samsung Cave. Wasn't this the cave of Master Bodhi, Sun Wukong's master? He was an amazing guy.

Sun Wukong was powerful, but all his abilities were taught by Patriarch Subhuti. The 72 Transformations and the Somersault Cloud were all taught by Patriarch Subhuti. Patriarch Subhuti had many other abilities, but he had only chosen a few to teach Sun Wukong.

When Master Bodhi told Sun Wukong to leave, he said to Sun Wukong, "If you go, you will definitely have a bad life.

No matter how you cause trouble, you are not allowed to say that you are my disciple.

If you say half a word, I will know. I will skin you, file your bones, and banish your spirit to the Nine Serenities, so that you will never be able to rise again! "

What he meant was that it was up to him how he caused trouble, but he was not allowed to say that he was his disciple. If he said it, he would know, and he would be doomed eternally.

It was obvious that if Master Bodhi wanted to kill Sun Wukong, it would be a piece of cake.

No one knew how high this Master Bodhi's cultivation was, and it was unfathomable.

"In other words, the cultivation methods on these waste papers are the cultivation methods of Master Bodhi?" Sue was very excited.

He quickly rummaged through the garbage and tried his best to gather the cultivation methods.

What made him depressed was that the words on these waste papers should not have been written by Master Bodhi, but by his disciples. Many of them should be practicing calligraphy. Halfway through, they wrote crooked and stopped. Some were written completely, but the paper was torn, and some paper was half rotten … In short, the information was too intermittent.

Sue was not discouraged.

He continued to sort out the garbage, picked out the garbage with text information, and sorted them out and classified them.

Although it was not complete, he could already tell that there were several types of cultivation methods. They were the Dao of the Word 'Technique', the Dao of the Word 'Flow', the Dao of the Word 'Stillness', and the Dao of the Word 'Movement'. Subhuti had mentioned these Daos for Sun Wukong to choose from.

Among them, in the "Technique" Gate, there were those who asked immortals to help Luan, asked divination, and could know the truth of seeking good luck and avoiding evil; in the "Flow" Gate, there were Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism,

The schools of Yang, Mohism, and Medicine were either reading scriptures, chanting to Buddha, or ascending to sainthood. In the school of "Tranquility", it was about resting and guarding grain, doing nothing, meditating, abstinence, or sleeping, or performing meritorious deeds. In the school of "Movement", it was about doing something, picking something, and so on.

Mending Yang, climbing the bow, rubbing the navel, using the recipe, burning the thatch and striking the cauldron, adding red lead, refining autumn stone, and subduing women???

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Among them, there were the thoughts of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. Generally speaking, one person could not teach them at all. Although Confucius was powerful, he could only teach Confucianism. Although Taishang Laojun was powerful, he could only teach Taoism. Although Buddha Tathagata was powerful, he could only teach Buddhism.

However, Patriarch Subhuti taught him because he was proficient in the three religions, and the three religions combined, which was also one of the manifestations of his Taoism.

However, these four kinds only belonged to the 360 side doors of the "Dao" Gate. They could not be regarded as the Great Way, nor could they be immortal. Therefore, when Sun Wukong heard it, he did not want to learn it. Later, Patriarch Subhuti knocked Sun Wukong's head three times, and Sun Wukong broke the secret of Patriarch Subhuti. In the middle of the night, he entered Patriarch Subhuti's room from the side door, and Patriarch Subhuti taught him the Seventy-two Transformations and Somersault Cloud.

Sun Wukong wanted to live forever, so he looked down on these Daos. But Sue could.

Moreover, it was his dream. He did not expect to learn all of these four side doors. As long as he could have one, he would be satisfied. He prayed in his heart that there was more text information in the garbage, and he strived to collect the cultivation method of one Dao.