When you buy paperweight, it is quite substantial.

Song Wen looked carefully and found that the paperweight was actually made of black copper. He thought it was wood. He tapped it lightly, and the paperweight sounded and seemed solid. Nowadays, the antique market that can use earth lumps as iron tools and straw paper as cultural relics can also find such a pure black copper paperweight. It is really rare.

A couplet is engraved on the paperweight: (body treasure) (body pill) (Bing fire) (wood, stone, earth) (heart and life) (million) (self-health), (right green) (human way of inch) (human way of heart) (Zhicheng) (Tianshuijing) (Tianshuijing) (inside people) (Jiuzhen).

This couplet has been seen on the Internet by Song Wen. It is a couplet written by Taoists using their own understanding.

The first couplet explains it: the jade furnace refining the prolonging medicine means "prolonging medicine", the most precious thing for people, does not need to be sought outside, and has the best smelting furnace that can be refined. It is both profound and easy to understand, and it reveals the secrets of Taoist cultivation in one sentence.

The second couplet is interpreted as: The righteous way to practice the longevity pill. "Fatal longevity pill" means basically the same as the "longevity medicine" in the first couplet. "Tao" is a method, and can also be interpreted as "rules". "Zheng" is a different word, which is opposite to "evil". "Just way" means normal or inherent rules. "Practice" contains the meaning of hard work to practice. The meaning of this couplet is that by practicing hard work according to normal methods, you can refine the true pill of longevity.

There is also a written word about Taoist Hongshan next to the couplet, and a seal is engraved below.

The characters in the paperweight couplet are all gold-plated, which is set against the black copper paperweight, which is very beautiful. The back of the pair of paperweights is also engraved with a picture of Taoism in the mountains. A Taoist is sitting in a hut in the hut, next to it, the stream is gurgling, and the mist is on the side. The fairy birds and spirit beasts are wandering, looking like a fairyland outside the sky.

Song Wen looked at it and immediately fell in love with the paperweights in his hand, and asked the stall owner: "How much does it cost?"

The stall owner was sitting on the stool, crossing his legs to read the newspaper. When Song Wen came over, he glanced at him and didn't look like a buyer, so he stopped caring about him. When he saw the business coming, he quickly sat down and said, "This Taoist couplet paperweight costs 500 yuan."

"Boss, I have been in Xi'an for a few years. You think I am a fool! Your broken thing is not an antique, is it worth five hundred?" Song Wen said bluntly.

"This paperweight is indeed not antique, but it is made of black copper. Look at the texture, this handmade one will be expensive for you if you sell it for 500 yuan!"

"Why isn't it expensive? It's too expensive. It's a little cheaper, 200, how about it?"

"200? If I sell it at this price, my whole family will jump off the building. It depends on your sincere intention to sell it. I will lose a little, and I will sell you four hundred and five."

“It’s too expensive, two hundred and five.”

"At most four hundred, no less."

"In this way, you and I will take a step back, three hundred. How about it? If I agree, I will buy it. If I don't, I can only give up." As she said that, Song Wen put down the paperweight in his hand and made a gesture to leave.

The stall owner saw that Song Wen was really going to leave, and hesitated. In fact, his purchase price was not much. He had already made a lot of money for three hundred yuan. After thinking about it, he sold it. Then he took out the box and packed the paperweight.

After paying to take the paperweight, Song Wen pretended to look at the stall. He also flipped through this and that, and finally he seemed to accidentally pick up the small stone that was so ordinary that it would glow by a bronze mirror, and asked the stall owner: "Boss, you can't be antique too!"

The stall owner glanced at Shi Tou and smiled and said, "How is that possible? I'm not so mean to sell stones as antiques. I picked it up by the river. I originally wanted to take them back and play with my son. If you like them, I'll give it to you."

"Then I'll thank you."

"You're welcome. Just come to my side to take care of me if you have time in the future."

"Sure, certain."

As he said that, Song Wen picked up the stone and paperweight, and then said goodbye to the stall owner.

The stall owner was foolishly telling him to walk slowly, not knowing that the treasure he had already given it out. If he knew that the ragged stone he picked up was an amazing treasure, he would probably have even the desire to jump off the building.

After taking the stone, Song Wenxun left the stall and put the stone in his pocket, which was actually put into Ruyi Fan. With the encouragement of the stone, he picked up the bronze mirror and continued to take a photo at the stall in the antique market. Unfortunately, he did not find any glowing treasure until the end, so he had to put the bronze mirror away.

When he walked forward, he suddenly found an old book stall in front of him, so he walked over. He liked to dig up some things that were not in the usual bookstores.

There are a wide variety of books on the book stall, including modern, modern, Republic of China, Qing Dynasty, and even older books.

He came to the book stall and squatted down, casually looking at all kinds of books on the book stall.

After a while, he found a book he liked, saying that it was a book that was very difficult because it was only a few thin pages of paper, and the words inside were written on kraft paper with a ballpoint pen, and then nailed them with a staple. The book titled "Yuan Tiangang Xianshen Calculation Book", which contained some methods and mantras for bone-touching fortune-telling. He looked at it and found it very interesting, so he wanted to buy it. He was about to ask the boss how much it cost. He saw a set of books next to him, which was quite weird. It was not a weird book, but a weird title, called "Zunsheng Jiujian".

He had only read the "Zunsheng Eight Notes" written by Gao Lian in the Ming Dynasty, but he had never heard of any messy "Zunsheng Nine Notes" that was strange, so he picked up the book and started reading it.

There are nine copies of "Zunsheng Jiujian" in total, one corresponding to one note. Song Wen picked it up and flipped it out casually, and found that the first eight copies were no different from the "Zunsheng Bajian" he had read, so he put down the first eight copies and read the last one directly.

The pages of the book read "Zunsheng's Eighth Note". The first eight books were printed, but the ninth note was written with a brush.

When I opened it, I saw that it said: People are born with spirituality, and their cultivation can eventually cure illness and prolong their life, but they will inevitably turn into flying after a hundred years. I saw that the people around me grow old one by one, and I couldn't bear to look at them, and I felt very sorry for them, so I left this note, hoping that future generations can calm down and achieve the life of the earth's original body."

Song Wen looked at it and found that this book records the cultivation method of people who condense the five internal organs, and then return the five internal organs to the original body and transform into the body of an immortal. Although the writing is a bit fantastic, he likes these strange books, so he plans to buy them back.

"Boss, how do you sell this book?" Song Wen asked the boss with the book.

The boss was an old man over fifty years old. When he heard Song Wen’s question, he glanced at the book in his hand and said, “One Thousand.”

Song Wen stared at him, and he sold a few broken books for one thousand. How could he rob? He said angrily: "Boss, these broken books are sold a thousand. You are too cruel!"

"This book is worth this price." The old man said angrily, picked up one of them, pointed to the date behind the book and said, "Look, this book is from the Republic of China and is an antique. One thousand is considered cheap."

"Boss, do you think I'm stupid? So what about the Republic of China? This book is printed and not valuable, and I don't know if it's "Zunsheng Eight Notes"? Look at this book, "Zunsheng No. 9 Notes", do you think there is this book?" Song Wen pointed to the words on the Ninth Note and said.

It is true that there is no such book, and the street stall owner is speechless.

Many people have read this set of books after they arrived here, but no one bought them because it is a printed product and a popular book. This book in the bookstore only costs 46 yuan, and anyone can understand it. It is not like this kind of old books that are dazzling. The main thing is that the last book "Zunsheng No. 9 Notes", which is so mysterious that no one can understand it. Originally, he wanted to throw away the last book, so the first eight books might be sold, but the content on the book seemed to be related to the first eight books, so he did not throw it away and left it.

Hearing Song Wen say this, the stall owner waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you're a little cheaper, nine hundred yuan."

"Nine hundred, what's the difference between it and one thousand? I'm only worth 200 yuan when reading this book."

"Two hundred?" The street stall owner almost jumped up after hearing Song Wen's words, "You sell me two hundred and I will charge as much as I want."

Seeing the street stall owner's angry look, Song Wen felt that he had said less. After all, there were nine books, which were from the Republic of China. After thinking about it, he said, "Then I will add a little more, three hundred, and I will read three hundred and it's almost the same."

"I think you are sincerely trying to buy it. I will suffer a loss. If you want it, take it." said the street stall owner.

"Eight hundred is still more. We each took a step back, four hundred, we can't get more. If there is more, I'll buy one at the bookstore, it's better than these rags."

"Four hundred certainly won't work, seven hundred, at least seven hundred."

"Forget it, I'll suffer a little loss, five hundred, and then I'll get this broken book. If you think it's OK, I'll buy it. If it doesn't work, I can't do it." As she said that, Song Wen put down the book, as if the boss was about to leave directly when he said it was not OK.

The street stall owner thought about it and found that his set of books was actually bought from the waste collection, which cost only one yuan per pound. Now it has been sold for 500 yuan. The book "Yuan Tiangang Xianshen Calculation Book" written in a ballpoint pen is even more worthless. After thinking about it, he agreed.

After paying the money, Song Wen picked up the book packaged by the boss and continued to browse the market. Suddenly his phone rang, and it was Xiaojun who called it.

"Where are you?" Xiaojun asked on the other end of the phone. She had already finished her business and returned to the hotel. She saw that Song Wen had not come back yet before she called him.

“In the antique market next to the Eight Immortal Temple.”

"Why did you go there?"

“I’m bored in the hotel, just walk around.”

"Then come back soon! Are we waiting for you to have a meal?"

"Okay, I'll go back right away."

My wife was urging her, and Song Wen turned off his cell phone, stopped a taxi and rushed back to the hotel.
Chapter completed!