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First, I touched a pointed thing like a nail. Close to it is a shape as uneven as canine teeth, oval downward, uneven above, and the whole combination is like a bird's head. That nail is a bird's beak.

Down is two things stretched out wide, such as the wings of a bird. What a statue of a bird?

When I really touched two withered bird claws, I was sure that this was a statue of a bird. The bird landed with one paw, and the other paw seemed to be on something.

The object was raised high under the bird's claws, and the other end landed on the ground. Touching the shape of this thing carefully, it looks like a newborn baby with his head buried between his knees, wrapped in cloth, and lying under the bird's claws.

Such a strong bird...

It should be an eagle! The canine-shaped thing on its head should be a crown!

The material of the statue is rough at the tentacles, such as touching a pile of sand and stone condensed by concrete. There seems to be many bubbles on it, and the pits under the hand are uneven. What kind of material does it have such a touch?

I thought about it carefully, but I was puzzled. The materials most commonly used to make such statues are nothing more than gold, copper, jade, stone, mud and wood, but none of these materials will be so rough. Even stone statues will be polished and won't be so rough.

Seeing that I was just standing in front of the statue, there was a whisper: "Can't she say it?"

"I'm hanging! Which of the treasures in the palace has never been seen by the fourth brother? He didn't even guess!"

Do I have to admit defeat like the fourth brother? I'm at a draw with him now. The next section is the book he is good at. If I admit defeat now, it will be equivalent to losing the whole game.

The enchanting brilliance of the black pearl seems to appear in front of me again, and it is waing to me. No, I can't just admit defeat like this. I want to try again!

I put my hand on the statue, groping carefully from the eagle's head to the human body, not letting go of every inch, and even groping around the back of the statue. I look like I'm intimacy with the statue in my arms.

I meditate in my heart: Amitabha, no matter what god you are, don't blame me, I just want to know what material you are...

Wait, what is this? My hand touched the long vertical columns of symbols on the base. They are arranged regularly. Is it text?

The corner in the stroke song is like full text, but it is a little different. The words close to Manchu are Mongolian and Tibetan...

A flash of light in my mind, and then I touched it carefully. Sure enough!

Then, its material is likely to be coral.

I reached out and touched the inconspicuous part of the statue with my nails. There was very little debris accumulated in my nails. I put my finger on my lips, stretched out my tongue and licked the debris on my nails, and a strong salty smell filled the taste buds on the tip of my tongue.

This confirms my guess. I already have a conclusion in my heart.

I cleared my throat and said, "I have the answer!"

"She said there was an answer. Does she know what it is?"

"For sure, listen to what she says!"

......

We waited for the surroundings to calm down before we said in a clear voice, "This is a coral statue of the heavenly burial ceremony, white, from Tibet!"

"Ah--" There was an exclamation below.

"She even said the color! Aren't you blindfolded?"

"God, how did she know that this was from Tibet?"

"Coral? Why doesn't it look like it?"

"Did she answer correctly?"

"Tay the answer!" Next, someone began to ask the eighth brother who has been the host.

I heard the eighth brother's warm voice and said, "It's very accurate. It's no different from the Tibetans who paid tribute to this thing!"

I smiled and laughed very comfortably. This time I finally won!

I pulled down the handkerchief covered in my eyes, blinked, and adapted to the light. I saw that the whole audience's eyes were condensed on me. I smiled and listened to people's exclamations and comments, and my eyes swept across the audience, with a little pride in my heart.

This is my best professional skill. Which ancient man can compare with me?

I bet my eyes on the statue. The white coral is not polished finely, and the rough texture complements the rough artistic conception of the sculpture.

An eagle wearing a crown is the main body of the sculpture. Its fierce eyes seemed to be staring at the world, and its wings spread sideways, as if it wanted to flap its wings and take off. It landed on one foot, and the other stepped on the corpse of a man wrapped in Hada. 16 Novel Network Mobile Station.16xs.m) The corpse is like a newborn baby.

This is the standard position of everyone who is about to be buried in heaven. It means to be born like this and die like this, so that the deceased can enter a new reincarnation as a newborn.

The custom of burial on this day is also consistent with the idea of "bodication" in Tibetan Buddhism. There is a saying in Buddhism that the Buddha gives "giving his body to feed the tiger", and the highest level of giving is to give his body. After death, the body is fed to the eagle, which is also the last good deed in life.

When I was traveling in Tibet, I saw the whole process of heavenly burial. At that time, the position of the deceased impressed me deeply (to be continued, if you want to know what will happen, please log in., more chapters, support the author, support the genuine reading!)

c, so after touching such a shape, combined with the eagle, coupled with that Tibetan language, immediately reflected the Tibetan burial ceremony in Tibet in my mind.

She kept smiling and looking at the Empress Dowager playing with her grandchildren. At this time, she said, "Little ninth daughter-in-law, I said you are too amazing. How can you even know the color?"

Looking at the Empress Dowager's eager expression, I squeezed my lips and smiled, "The Empress Dowager, that's not magical. Taoer just guessed!" I was a little hesitant, and the expression on my face was embarrassing.

Half of the color is indeed guessed by me, relying on the good luck of my thief!

I laughed down, and I also laughed stupidly. The loudest voice of laughter is a slender female voice, which is the swaggering laughter of the Nian family.

I didn't pay attention to it, but the fourth brother beside me frowned slightly.

The Empress Dowager smiled for a while and said, "This girl is quite funny. Can you guess so accurately?"

It's a guess, but it's only half. After determining its material, I thought that the most common color of coral is white. It is made of the accumulation and calcification of corals. It is only about an inch long in 20 years and 1 kilogram in 300 years. Such a large coral is really rare, and other colors are rarer. The most likely one is the common white. Besides, Tibet respects white. When offering Hada, white Hada pays more respect than any other color. Therefore, Tibetans like to use white coral to make Buddha statues and magic weapons.

Kangxi suddenly said, "Little ninth daughter-in-law, tell me how you said this statue so accurately!"

Originally, I wanted to muddle through with "guess", but with Kangxi's thoughts, it was obvious that I was not allowed to be so vague. The emperor's words are the imperial edict, and I decided to tell the truth.

I said solemnly, "When I went back to the emperor, Taoer just found out that this was a statue of an eagle and a man at the beginning. She didn't know anything about its material, but felt that it was rough and unusual. It is not metal, jade, stone, wood and other things commonly seen in making statues.

Kangxi's jaw, waiting for my next explanation.

"So Taoer thought that it must be a special material, and the statue made of a special material must not be the place of the Central Plains." Someone below nodded in agreement. I continued, "Touching the statue carefully, I found a place marked in Tibetan, so I'm sure it's a statue from Tibet." I pointed to the position of the Tibetan language on the base of the statue.

"Oh? Is there also Tibetan on this statue? I'd like to have a look." Kangxi stepped down from the throne and came forward to watch. The fourth brother standing beside me also came forward.

In fact, my judgment is not based on this point. A few days ago, I heard from Yinzhen's brothers that the palace had recently received tributes from Lazang Khan, the king of Tibet and the special department.

Sangjie Jiacuo, the ruler of Tibet, had a conflict with Lazang Khan, the king of Mongolia and the Shute Khan. Although it was mediated by the three temples, there was no truce. Sang Jie Jiacuo was defeated and killed. The sixth Dalai curai Cangyang Gyatso was also deposed by Razang Khan and sent to Beijing. This batch of tributes was sent to Beijing together with Cangyang Xicuo.

Cangyang Xicuo died when he arrived at Qinghai Lake, but the tribute arrived in Beijing a few days ago and is now under the control of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Most of the babies that even the fourth brother has never seen are just delivered. Combined with the Tibetan on the statue, I think this statue is one of the Tibetan tributes that came to Beijing not long ago.

"The Eagle God of Heavenly Burial" Kangxi muttered the Tibetan text on the base. Does he know Tibetan? It seems that the historical record of this rich emperor who is proficient in Manchu, Han, Mongolian, Tibetan and other languages is true.

"Does Xiaojiu's daughter-in-law know Tibetan?" Kangxi suddenly turned around and asked me.

Uh? This problem!

Kangxi always asks questions that are difficult to answer. The emperor's eyes are really like a torch, and there is no sand in his eyes!

I lowered my head and lowered my eyelashes, and Fu replied, "When I return to the emperor, Taoer can't read big words, how can she know Tibetan?"

"So how did you know that this is Tibetan?" Kangxi asked, his eyes are like an unfathomable ancient well, calm without waves but far-reaching.

Being looked at by such a pair of eyes, you can't help but reveal the most secret thing in your heart. I was distracted and answered attentively, "When I go back to the emperor, Tao'er doesn't know Tibetan. In Taoer's opinion, like Manchu and Mongolian, it is a pile of crooked sheep intestines.

"Puff!" Someone below sneered. Kangxi bent the corners of his mouth invisibly, but he immediately returned to normal. The fourth brother standing behind him obviously twitched the corners of his mouth. Compared with the current emperor, the future emperor is still a little worse.

"However, Taoer can recognize these words." I saw the obviously interested look on Kangxi's face, and then said, "In addition to those lines like sheep's intestines, Manwen also has a little circle." Kangxi nodded. " There is no circle in Mongolian, while there is no circle in Tibetan.

I finished in one breath, waiting to see Kangxi's reaction. But he saw that the corners of Kangxi's mouth twitched twice, and finally couldn't help laughing. He pointed to me and said with trembling fingers, "So that's how you recognize these words!"

What's wrong with recognizing these words like this? This is the method I learned when I went to Chengde to visit the archaeology of the summer resort. Strange goods can live there. I won't tell you when I'm free!

Yin Zhen added fuel to the fire at this time: "Tao'er, you really give me a long face!"

In an instant, laughter resounded through the hall.

Everyone around me was laughing, and I was the only one standing in the middle and staring at this group of inexplicable people.

It's rare and strange! Three hundred years later, no one knows these sheep-like Manwen at all. Without relying on this method, Manwen can't be recognized at all!

I pouted and looked at the people who laughed the most happily dissatisfiedly. They were the brothers of Yinzhen.

My expression attracted more laughter.

When people laughed enough, Kangxi asked, "With this Tibetan sentence, you can judge that it is paid tribute from Tibet. So, how do you know it's coral?

How do you know? Of course, it's half guessing and half testing!

I withdrew the sight of the brothers and replied respectfully, "Taoer judged that it came from Tibet, so she thought that the Tibetans liked to use the materials used to make statues and magic weapons, including corals. The touch of the coral was the same as this statue. I guessed that the material was coral."

The fourth elder brother, who stood behind Kangxi for a long time, suddenly asked, "You just touched the statue with your hand and put your finger on your lips and licked it gently, right?

It's clear! It's not easy to be an emperor.

I nodded and said, "I'm tasting it. The salty smell of some sea water indicates that it comes from the sea. This also further confirms for me. This is the statue made of coral.

"Oh! So that's it!"

"What is a heavenly burial? Who knows?"

"I don't know!"

"I don't know!"

"This woman knows so much..."

No wonder they can't tell what kind of treasure it is. It turns out that they don't know the heavenly burial. If it hadn't been for the development of information, I'm afraid few modern people would know the customs of celeral burial in Tibet.

In the following discussion, I got a Buddha's heart pearl as I wished, and finally surpassed the fourth brother, slightly better.