Chapter 48: Sister Yang falls from the sky?
He Sandao wanted to ask more, but Wang Jingzhe pointed at the collections in the room and said, "Look at these things you have. How many of them were dug out from graves? These things have been with the dead for years and have been tainted with countless dead spirits. If you collect them all, won't it damage your Yin virtue over time? You are quite old now, so it doesn't matter anymore. The Yin virtue you lose will naturally fall on your descendants."
He Sandao said with some disbelief: "There are many collectors like me in China. Could it be that all of them have lost their virtue and their descendants will surely suffer?"
"They may be better than you." Wang Jingzhe pointed at his feet and said, "You trade too many old goods every year..."
He Sandao sighed after hearing what Wang Jingzhe said, and did not ask any more questions. However, less than a year later, Bao Ruifu gradually stopped being a transit point for antique transactions and gradually became a real teahouse. He Sandao directly announced to the world that Bao Ruifu would withdraw from the antique appreciation and evaluation industry from now on. They could chat about love while drinking tea, but please don't mention antique transactions.
Wang Jingzhe was not exaggerating. As soon as he entered Bao Ruifu, he found that the teahouse was shrouded in a faint layer of yin energy. To put it bluntly, this building was like a tomb of the living dead. Old objects unearthed were always coming in and out of the teahouse. As the boss of Bao Ruifu, He Sandao must have suffered greatly. At his age, the most he would suffer would be a shortened lifespan, just a few years less, but the loss of his lifespan might not be enough to last him a lifetime, which would naturally bring harm to his descendants.
Sure enough, a year later, He Sandao's son met with an accident and almost lost his life. At this time Wang Jingzhe arrived as promised, and rescued his son according to the promise he made when he bought the knife on credit.
It was around ten o'clock when Wang Jingzhe came out of Baoruifu. He wanted to see what the secret was about this hairpin that was said to have been worn by Yang Guifei, so after coming out of Panjiayuan, he found a place to live nearby and moved in.
The curtains were drawn, and the room suddenly became dark. After placing the red silk on the table, he took out the talisman paper and placed the hairpin out. In the pitch-black space where there was no light at all, a faint light shone through the emerald green hairpin, and the halo enveloped the entire hairpin.
This piece of glass-type jade is of absolutely top-notch grade. Even without considering its historical age, if the hairpin itself were put up for auction, it would probably cost at least tens of millions. And as for the workmanship, it is difficult for modern people to make it so perfect. If this thing is given as a betrothal gift, it will definitely be enough to bring face.
"If a Yang Yuhuan really appears in your life, then my knife will not be given to you in vain..." Wang Jingzhe said, staring at the hairpin eagerly.
Time passed quickly and when the clock struck midnight, Wang Jingzhe's eyes were fixed on the jade hairpin. In an instant, a cool breath surged out of the hairpin, and a cold wind blew up from the ground, making the curtains rustle.
Wang Jingzhe narrowed his eyes and exclaimed "Huh". Judging from the normal appearance, the hairpin should be possessed by a ghost, but he certainly wouldn't believe it was the soul of Yang Guifei.
The imperial concubine was blessed with good fortune by the dynasty. If it weren't for special reasons, she would never become a wandering ghost.
The halo on the jade hairpin suddenly dimmed, and Wang Jingzhe's eyes slowly drifted towards the mirror. Then an extremely terrifying and horrifying scene appeared. In the long mirror attached to the wall, a figure in a golden palace dress was dancing. The figure was blurry, and it could barely be seen that it was a woman.
"The sky is dark and the night is still long. Fairies dance in green clouds and colorful music. A sound of jade flute ends in the sky. The moon is full in Mount Li and the clock is long..." Suddenly, an ethereal melody was heard in the room. The tone sounded very obscure and difficult to understand, a bit similar to the tone of the old Shaanxi dialect.
The people of ancient Chang'an spoke in almost this literary way. The official language of that period, which is what we call Mandarin now, is not close to the northern accent.
Although I couldn't see the person in the mirror clearly, I could see her dancing posture and her rather plump figure.
The ancients said that Huan was fat and Yan was thin, and Yang Yuhuan considered fatness to be beautiful. A rough estimate shows that the person in the mirror is about 120 pounds based on her body shape. She is not fat, but definitely plump. The figure in the mirror seems to still have some charm when dancing, which is really tempting.
Wang Jingzhe looked for a long time and found that the figure in the mirror did nothing except dancing. If it was a ghost, it would have rushed out by now. This thing didn't seem to have any intention of harming people and seemed to be just dancing a tune.
Wang Jingzhe reached out and picked up the jade hairpin on the table. At this time, it no longer had that cool feeling, but was a little cold. Instead it felt quite comfortable holding it in his hand.
Wang Jingzhe looked at it for a long time and nodded, saying, "No wonder, it turned out to be a piece of dead jade. You might really be the remaining soul of Yang Guifei."
He understood that this jade hairpin was once a piece of dead jade and had been worn by Yang Yuhuan all the time. Over time, a lot of her vitality was drawn out and integrated into the hairpin. After Yang Yuhuan's death, the hairpin gradually gave birth to a residual soul.
Jade can be divided into living jade and dead jade in addition to its texture and grade. As the saying goes, if a person takes care of jade for three years, jade will take care of the person for a lifetime.
Jade is spiritual. When a person wears a piece of high-quality living jade for a long time, the person will gradually become one with the jade. After you nourish the living jade for a few years, the jade will be able to nourish you in the same way. At the very least, it will make people feel relaxed and refreshed, and it also has the effect of warding off evil spirits and avoiding danger.
If it is dead jade, it is just the opposite.
Once upon a time, someone picked up a jade pendant. Because it looked shiny and the texture seemed to be good, he put it on. However, he did not expect that after a few years, the person's health became worse and worse. He had many minor illnesses, and after many years, he became thin and bony. Later, he met someone who knew about the matter and told him that the jade he was wearing was not the right one. It had drained away his essence, blood, and vitality.
When the man's spirit was gone, the jade became brighter and more dazzling.
Sure enough, after the man threw away the jade, he took care of himself for a while, and gradually his health recovered. If he had continued to wear the jade, he would probably have been killed sooner or later.
Therefore, it is good to choose the right jade, but if you choose it wrong, you will end up wearing a piece of dead jade.
Wang Jingzhe picked up the talisman paper and placed it on the jade hairpin. The dancing person in the mirror suddenly disappeared in an instant, and the jade hairpin suddenly became icy cold again.
"If this thing is used as a betrothal gift, it should be high-quality enough..."
At the same time, less than a hundred meters away from where Wang Jingzhe lived, a figure was walking towards this side quickly, his eyes fixed on a window.
“Such a strong negative energy!”
