Chapter 216: Basement baby

Yang Ling can't help but scream for Lu Dongbin at the bottom of his heart. The golden body of a pure man who is a jade tree in the wind, is now so cold that it is so cold that it is really a killing knife! Not only can kill pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep and mortals, even the immortals can not escape.し
Yang Ling took a moment, followed Xue Daoshi to the back of the gods, opened a thick wooden board, and revealed a dark road under the shrine. Xue Daoshi picked up a flashlight placed on the ground and opened it and took Yang Ling down.
This dark room doesn't know what time it was built. It's not very tall but it's very spacious. It's okay to plug a hundred and eighty people. But people have to be cats in their waists. There are piles of things everywhere, because of the depth of time. There was a thick musty smell, and many things had long since decayed. Yang Ling accidentally touched a wooden shelf, and the wooden shelf collapsed with a bang, and the things piled up on it were scattered.
Xue Daooshi snorted and said: "Yang Xiaoyou is careful, these things don't know how many years have passed, and many things are rotten!"
Yang Ling casually picked up a incense burner from the ground and glanced at it: "This is the Xuande furnace of the Ming Dynasty. Can you sell it for a lot of money? It is a pity that you are left in this underground rotten!"
Xue Daoshi said with a blush: "We are Taoist priests. What we originally asked for is a peace. The worldly money is of no use to us. What's more, this is something that the Eight Immortals have accumulated over the ages. It is a Taoist property, and we can't. Just handle it."
Yang Ling suddenly realized that although these things are all old-fashioned antiques, but for the now-popular Eight Immortals, there is no shortage of money, so I looked around and found a better stove, so I immediately "The one on the handle was thrown to the ground, then the other one picked it up and put it into the ring and smiled and said: "It’s also an antique. I’m gonna make one go back and put it at home as a display~!

Xue Daoshi nodded intently and pointed at the things in the dark room and said, "Yang Xiaoyou, you can see it yourself, you can take it with you!"
Yang Ling said with a smile: "Xue Daochang, don't you say that this is the property of Taoist? If I take too much, don't feel bad~!"
Xue Daoshi didn't mean to shake his head and said: "It's all something outside of the body. What's so good, these things don't even have a record. The general Taoist does not have this right to come here."
Yang Ling then nodded and began to wander around in the basement. He secretly opened the detector in the dark, and he was surprised and excited. The detector was actually "squeaky" and there were more than a dozen red dots. Let him be excited, the millennial Taoist view, the legend of the Eight Immortals, the bottom is really not deep!
Then he looked at the West with a careless look. Many things here surprised him, not only antiques, but also high-value artifacts, but they were not well kept or they were not kept at all. It’s just a mess that’s been thrown in a pile, and many of them have been rusted. It’s not only that he shakes his head and sighs, it’s a pity that it’s so violent!
He found several reels in a porcelain tube, and pulled out one to open it. Unfortunately, the axis was already decaying. The paper could not be unfolded due to the wet adhesion. He just pulled a few eyes and slammed it. A few pieces fell on the ground. He shook his head and took out a roll. This time, he carefully unfolded, but he was still torn off the paper. This is a landscape painting. Although it is still deep, it still shows the natural style. The artistic conception is vast, the mountains are strange, the tragic and strong, and the small seal is engraved with the words "Ghost Valley Man". He thought for a long time that he did not think of such a person in history, but according to some of his archaeology The knowledge of calligraphy and painting, I also know that this painting is definitely not drawn by people on the roadside. It should also be a great and famous person. So he said to Xue Daoshi: "Xue Daochang, do you know the painting? origin?"
Xue Daoshi took a flashlight and took a look and said: "This is the painting of the Yuan Dynasty, and he is also the Taoist of our true religion. The ghost valley man is just his number!"
Yang Ling suddenly realized that this party had heard of him from the righteousness, but looked at some broken picture axes and said, "Oh, great name! Unfortunately, such expensive things have been smashed!"
Xue Daoshi took a flashlight and took a few photos in the ground and said: "This is more famous on the ground!"
Yang Ling surprised and quickly jumped two steps and asked: "Who's painting?"
Xue Daoshi picked up a piece of shredded paper with a red seal on the "Great Devil". He pointed to the seal and said: "This is the work of Huang Gongwang, and it is also a Taoist priest in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties. The name of the custom is Lu Jian. I wonder if Yang Xiaoyou has heard of it?"
Oops! Yang Ling was scared and jumped a few more steps. He looked at an old yellow piece of paper that was still stuck under his feet. He quickly took it down carefully, and even sinned at the bottom of his heart. How could he not know how the first four famous monarchs of the Yuan Dynasty would be, so he did not know, so He knelt down and carefully collected the seven or eight pieces of shredded paper scattered on the ground, and put them in a ring in the hands of Xue Daoshi. Then he looked at the four or five reels in the porcelain tube, and did not dare to open it, and even received the porcelain tube together.
Yang Ling asked very strangely: "Xue Daochang~EbookFREE.me~ These paintings should be left by the predecessors of your Taoist temple. How can they be relics? Why not keep them safe?"
Xue Daoshi does not care: "These are also true Taoist priests, but they are not our Eight Immortals. They are all the items exchanged by the predecessors. Taoism pays attention to all things and self-cultivation. These things are only for us. A foreign object, hi is self-cultivation, if you don’t like it, you will abandon it like a mustard. I am not good at this!"
Yang Ling doesn't talk about it now, what other people do, how much do they manage? So I looked down and looked at my mouth from time to time. I occasionally picked out a fast stuffing into my ring. Xue Daoshi is also strange. The more Yang Ling gets, the more happy he is. Just take this. The little gods are satisfied, and they may be able to reach the heavens in a step by step. What kind of scenery is that? Shrinking into the inch and traveling thousands of miles? Lingbo microsteps typhoon flight? I can't help but think that he can only play the pendulum.
In less than half an hour, this dark room was searched by Yang Ling. He was satisfied with Xue Daoshi: "The things are not bad. Finding a few things to take home can be a decoration, but if you want to go to the fairy, light These are not enough."
"I know, I know ~! Please come to Yang Xiaoyou with me~!" (To be continued.)