The next morning, Bai recently took us from the Wugongfang brand building into the Shenyang Palace Museum, of course, the scale and pattern are far from comparable to the Forbidden City in Peiping, but for the Qing Dynasty, this palace complex has extraordinary significance.

The Shenyang Palace Museum is the first step in the Qingtaizu's construction, which is the first step to the Qing Dynasty, and you also display a large number of palace relics left over from the old palace, such as the sword of Nurhachi, the waist knife of the emperor Taiji and the antler chair.

Not long after entering the Forbidden City, I saw a shaky bodobe rolling towards us, and only to see the man exposed in front of us, and the man's nose was exposed to us.

"White master, you always sent someone to come for a walk yesterday, and I have been waiting for you."

Shenyang winter zero more than ten degrees, this person heard white near, even honest at the door waiting, this position and row is really not with money can buy.

White seemed to be accustomed to it, and he did not politely let the man take us to the text.

When I closed the door, I looked around and felt wrong, and said to Ye Jiuqing next to him, "No, how is this literary pavilion the architectural style of Jiangnan in the Central Plains, not that the Shenyang Palace Museum was built by Qingtaizu?"

"Good eyes, and you shall see that you have seen the Lord of the world."The man who brought us slapped the snow on his body and explained it to us."This text-trace is built by Qianlong Master, specially built for the storage of the four books of the text-tracking cabinet, and the architectural form is modeled on the Tianyi Pavilion in Ningbo, Zhejiang Province, with a wide six rooms and a third-floor heavy enameled hard mountain style on the second floor."

“What did the ancestors build?”The chicken asked curiously.

"The white master took you with the side door, the great temple built by Taizu and the Ten King Pavilion, and you have not seen it yet."The man said as he took off his thick cotton coat.

I looked at this person with politeness, and respectfully in front of the white, thinking that it should be a white junior, and when the man showed a white hair, the age should be older than Ye Jiuqing.

"White man, you're on your seat."The man pointed to the chair with respect.

Bai seemed to be accustomed to it, and he sat in the master seat, and the talent turned to us and said politely: "Gentlemen, please!"

This ceremony for a few weeks made us a little overwhelmed, there are so many chairs in the house, and when we sit down, the man can only stand near Bai.

“You sit down.”The chicken got up and gave up the stool.

"You're kind, the white man's friend is sitting here, where I'm sitting, it's not a mess, I'll stand aside and wait for you."

“He is the son of the eight flags of the orthodox, the son of the Fuling Jurda, belonging to the yellow flag.”White explained it to us.

No wonder that Tur Cham was so respectful in front of Baijiao, only 15 foreign surnames of the Qing Dynasty, and there were only five of them who were sealed by the king before his death, and the white family was not among the fifteen foreign surnames.

Because the white family is different, this Liaodong king has neither military power nor real power, but enjoy the Liaodong king's title, this honor is much greater than the royal family, you know, before the Qing into the customs, the birthplace is in Liaodong, can be said to be the foundation of the Qing.

Dare to call the king in the birthplace of the Qing Dynasty, that is to say, the Qing from the Taizu is not the white family as the king, but the white family is the king, but all the eight flag children must be respectful and courteous to the white family, which is the unwritten rule of Daqing, even now this rule has not changed.

I still don't believe much in the title of this Liaodong king, and now I see an old Tur's respect in front of Baijiao, and I understand that the three words of Liaodong Wang are no longer just a title in the hearts of the eight-flag son, but more like the glory they are proud of and the glory that has passed away.

"Are you a Fulingyulcha?!" asked Ye, surprised at the old man.

Tur is not humble, Ye Zhiqiu told us, this surname is very special in the Qing Dynasty, after the Qing Dynasty Peking, the Jurcha clans followed the emperor from the dragon into the gate, only the descendants of the Bambri family continued to stay behind, to take care of the Fuling, after the tribe never left Shenyang Fuling, the world called Fuling Juulcha.

"So you and the tombarians of Hetuala are in the same vein?"Xue Xin asked softly.

"After the death of the ancestor Bambri, the eldest son of Dakhamu, continued to guard the mausoleum, nine years of destiny, the completion of the Tokyo mausoleum, the remains of the Queen of Xiaoci Gao from the Yamayama, Dakamu also migrated from it, Tiancong three years in Shengjing Jianfu Mausoleum, the remnant of the filial piety queen and Taizu burial."Tur took his hands and answered respectfully."We have been moving from Hetuala to Shengjing at that time, and we have been changing to Fuling, and it has been more than 300 years."

“Do you know the Holy Book?”The Lord asked.

“It is known, of course, that the most important imperial decree of Jurcha in Hetuala is the meticulous record of the people who enter and leave the holy city.”

"There are no outsiders here, show them something."White said to Tullan.

Tur Zhan first was a hesitation, hesitated for half a day: "White Master, what the ancestors left behind, according to the rules can only be read by the royal family, you are the Liaodong king, of course, you can see, but these few..."

Tur-Champion stopped, Bai slowly looked up at him and said: "The Qing is no longer there, you are the son of the eight flags, since you still do your duty to respect the legacy of the ancestors, you should do something practical, a holy record you hide and how, you are Juārcha, you should know the wealth piled up in Hetuala, you don't want to know where these wealth went?"

Turman hesitated for a moment, turned to the text-tracking cabinet, and when he returned, he held a wooden box in his hand, and opened it with a book wrapped in bright yellow brocade.

The three words of the Holy Book came into view, and Turc handed the book with his hands to Bai: "White Master, I don't want to know where the wealth piled up in Hetuala has gone, all say that this wealth is related to the treasure of the Great Qinglong vein, I am a descendant of the Eight Flags, before I die, I want to know where the dragon veins of our Qingqing are."

White nodded, only to take the book from the hands of Tur Zhan, and then handed it into our hands, I carefully opened the yellow pages, a line of detailed records appeared in front of our eyes.

From the beginning of Qing Taizu, any transportation process and time are recorded in detail, but the record does not mention what is transported, we are like we are reading a ledger, a record of how rich the treasure of the Qinglong vein treasure is.

I turned to the back and found that the sacred record had been burned, and the back pages were all burned, and I was surprised and asked, "How can this be so?"

“The Holy Book has always been listed as a royal secret of the Qing Dynasty, and at the end of each year, the tombarians of Hetuara copied the sacred record of the year and reported to the emperor, and will be burned on the spot after reading it.”Turcian pointed to the sacred record in my hand."The record of the holy book has lasted for five years, and you have the first one in your hand, and the remaining four books have all been burned, and half of this one has been preserved."

"That's why I'll tell you, I'm only half-told."White can't help but look at the holy record in our hands and say."That's all I know."

“Show me.”Xue Xinyu took the sacred record to read through.

“This thread is still broken, and we must know not who is transporting things to Hetuara, but who receives these riches in Hetuala, and since the records of the sacred record are endless to all who enter and leave it, believe that it should be recorded in several other holy books, but it has been burned down.”Ye Jiuqing sighed.

I wrinkled my eyebrows, and since there is no clue in this sacred book what we need, what does it mean to bring us to Turcian on a short trip?

As soon as I wanted to ask, I saw that Bai's eyes were wise to Turqian: "Believe in the contents of this sacred record, you have been able to turn back, I know that you have been searching for the truth of Hetuala all your life, and I tell you now that the Holy Book is the key to uncovering all this."

My eyes fell on the Turman, and when I heard the sound of this saying, it was clear that Turman had hidden something that had not been said.

"White Master, Fuling Jurcha's generations for the Taizu to guard the mausoleum, faithful to the second day and month, you have been so many times before and after, I am still that sentence, this is the last and only holy record, you should not think that I am hiding something from you."Turqin also heard the sound of the white string.

"I know that you have not hidden from me, but your line has migrated from Hetuala, and as far as I know, the sacred diary submitted to the emperor every year is only a copy, and the original book has always been kept by the keeper, although the manuscript has been burned, but the original book has been preserved."White was full of attention to watching Turman say.“I want to ask you, do you know the whereabouts of the original book?”

"White Master, you are the hereditary Liaodong king, you should know the rules of the Qing Dynasty, do not look at the Yurcha's only mausoleum, but there is Taizu's noble oracle."Tur took his hands to pay tribute to the sky and answered with great anger.“The tidying people are not in the dead, they are not in the wrong place, they spend their leisure days, and although they are guarded on the mausoleum, although they have only these four words, they are not inferior to the prince in the Qing Dynasty, and they are not subject to any restraint except the oracles.”

"Of course I know that."White nodded his head.

"The original book of the Holy Book should still be in the hands of the tomblers in Hetuala, White Master, you also know that I have pursued this truth for the rest of my life, why I still hold a mutilated and no trace of the Holy Row, even if I am very clear that even if the original book is still there, the mausoleumkeeper can not be handed over, unless the Qing Dynasty himself or . .

“Or what?”I asked.

Turcian looked at the whiteness of not saying: "Or the re-emergence of the gods who protect the Qing Dynasty, except in these two cases, the mausoleum will hand over the sacred record, and no one can see the original book of the holy book, including the Liaodong King."

White is still silent, but the look is a little helpless, it seems that Turban is not exaggerated, Bai knew that he could not get the original book, so he tried to find other clues from Turzhan, and now it seems that the last hope of Bai near was also dashed.