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Lin Xian walked around the gingko forest.
There were about 100 ginkgo trees here.
He took out his phone and searched. Looking at the thickness, Lin Xian was certain.
These trees were nearly 300 years old.
It was obvious that Cao Xueqin had received his letter, which was why she had planted the gingko trees.
"Then…under which tree are the last 40 chapters of 'Dream of the Red Chamber'?”
Cao Xueqin was probably afraid of being discovered.
That was why he hid the trees in the forest and planted so many ginkgo trees.
Lin Xian leaned against a tree and pondered with his chin in his hand.
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Since Cao Xueqin could think of such a cautious method, then he would definitely leave a corresponding mark for him!
This was an agreement that spanned 300 years.
What kind of mark…could it cross 300 years?
Lin Xian examined the ginkgo tree.
"Found it!"
On the gingko tree behind him, Lin Xian noticed that there was a huge word carved on the bark.
King.
The word " King " was very large and carved very deep into the tree bark.
Therefore, as the trunk of the ginkgo tree thickened, the engraving would also become larger.
As long as the tree did not die.
This engraving would exist forever.
It would only get weaker and weaker.
Lin Xian looked at the ginkgo tree beside him. Sure enough, there was a word carved on the tree:
Liu.
Then, he looked at the ginkgo trees around him.
He searched carefully and found that every tree had a word carved on it!
Jia.
Grandson.
Zhao.
Wei.
Zhu.
"They seem to be all surnames."
Lin Xian had an epiphany!
These 100 ginkgo trees were engraved with the words "Hundred Family Surnames"!
Each gingko tree had a surname engraved on it.
"Zhao Qian Sun Li, Zhou Wu Zheng Wang.
Feng Chen, Chu Wei, Jiang Shen, Han Yang.
Zhu Qin especially promised, He Lu Shi Zhang.
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Almost all surnames could be found in this forest.
Finally, Lin Xian found his surname on a tree in the corner.
Lin.
And on the tree opposite the word "Lin", the word "Cao" was carved.
It was a seemingly unintentional arrangement.
It was actually very meaningful!
Lin Xian smiled and touched the tree trunk with the word " Lin " and the other with the word " Cao ".
"There are so many surnames, but only these two words are opposite each other.”
"This must be a message that Cao Xueqin left for me.”
On the envelope sent to Cao Xueqin, Lin Xian's name was written on the sender's side.
Lin Xian guessed.
There must be something buried between these two trees!
Lin Xian sighed inwardly.
As expected of a genius who could write a masterpiece like 'Dream of the Red Chamber'.
He had actually used the ginkgo forest and the Hundred Family Surnames to set up a 300-year-old password array…
And it was a password array that only he could understand…
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After confirming the location, Lin Xian did not dig immediately.
It was broad daylight.
It was too eye-catching.
Lin Xian walked out of Shuangquan Temple and came to a nearby town. He found a hotel to stay in.
Then, he went out and bought a big suitcase, an engineer shovel, and a helmet with a light.
After everything was done.
He came to the gingko forest again.
Wait here…
He waited until night fell…
In the distance, the lights of Shuangquan Temple had dimmed.
The place was completely silent.
The gingko forest was located in a very remote area, and no one came for the entire afternoon.
"This place is very safe. It's time to dig.”
Lin Xian put on his helmet and turned on the dim lights.
He aimed at the middle of the two ginkgo trees and began to dig.
Dig.
Dig.
Dig.
It seemed to have rained a few days ago, so the soil was very moist and it was easy to dig.
Dig.
Dig.
Dig.
Crack!
A crisp sound rang out!
"I found something!"
Lin Xian carefully pushed aside the soil and found a small wooden box.
The wooden box was not too big, about the length of a keyboard.
Lin Xian started to dig the soil beside him and finally dug out the entire wooden box!
"It's not very heavy. There should be a few books inside.”
He didn't open it on the spot. He put the wooden box into the suitcase, then filled it with the soil he had dug out and stepped on it.
It was perfect!
According to the next step of the plan, Lin Xian dragged his suitcase to a public toilet, washed his hands, and sat there to play with his phone for three hours.
It was dawn.
One by one, the old men who were jogging in the morning began to go up the mountain.
Lin Xian blended in with the crowd and walked out of Shijing Mountain inconspicuously.
"I'm slipping away ~"
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Actually, Lin Xian was not worried about being caught by the camera.
This thing was dug out from the ground. According to the law, it was a cultural relic and had to be handed over to the country.
Lin Xian was a law-abiding young man. He had never thought of pocketing this thing.
This item could easily be bought for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions through the black market.
However, Lin Xian did not lack money.
He used the space-time mailbox to earn endless money. He did not care about earning money illegally.
What Lin Xian lacked the most now was-
Status.
And the right to speak.
Money could be earned slowly, but status and voice could not be bought back no matter how much money was spent.
There was no corresponding reputation and status to support it.
No matter how much money you have, it's still a waste paper that can't be spent!
And now, it was the perfect opportunity to gain fame and status.
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Lin Xian arrived at the hotel.
He put on his gloves and opened the small wooden box.
There were many layers of wet oilcloth wrapped inside.
He opened the wet tarpaulin. Inside was dried cow skin. He opened the dried cow skin.
A thick stack of black ink Xuan paper that had been sealed for nearly 300 years!
Reappear!
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