Daomu Biji

We rectified the equipment, extinguished the smokeless stove, and all the picks and shovels were folded. Several people seemed to have a tacit understanding. The speed was very fast, and they were all packed up quickly and concentrated around the hole we dug.

This is a typical performance when people have a common goal. In fact, it is naive to say that it can be cleaned up quickly. It has nothing to do with whether it can go down early, because no one has touched the emperor ’s tomb. A familiar process, but at the time it was felt that others could not be preempted.

So there was a ridiculous scene: After surrounding the breach, everyone suddenly didn't know what to do, as if a lot of people had discussed where to go for a long time, and then decided that no one knew the road.Several people looked at each other, all a little stunned.

I looked into the cave and analyzed it a little bit. Others were okay. One fatal problem is that our location is directly above the abyss. There is a drop of more than 100 meters from the fetal hole where the Ling Palace is located. With a horizontal distance of more than 20 meters, although we have enough ropes, we cannot cross this 20 meters horizontally-we can't pass the swing.

Chen Pi Asi behind him sneered when he saw us like this: "A group of no-bearers." He stood up and let us all give up.

I laughed in my heart, Chen Pi's old man's mentality is still inevitable. We have always regarded him as the first. After the fat man just showed his hand, he is inevitably uncomfortable. When he sees us like this, he can't help but say it. It is a common state of mind of many elderly people to revert their position by bad talk.

We gave him a gap, and the Chinese monk smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "Senior man, don't all the young people get stunned, haven't seen such a big situation. You say this fight ... how to do it?"

Chen Pi Asi gave Ye Cheng a squat down, looked inside the hole, and said, "Everything does not deviate from its sect. Be careful. Let's find a person on these wooden porches that support the ice dome and follow the corridor. The column climbed over the cave and then used a rope to descend to the roof of the overhead building. "

We looked at the wooden porch covered with ice. Each porch is more than 100 meters long. It is definitely not the log of a tree. There must be wooden wedges connecting several pieces of wood. Such a structure is not a problem. But I don't know if I can bear the tension.If it doesn't work, then it's over. After a wooden porch collapses, it will inevitably hit other columns during the fall. At that time, the entire ice dome may collapse. This method is still very risky.

But at the time, everyone was anxious to go on and did not think too much about these things, and there seemed to be no better way.

The only one suitable for thunder here is Pan Zi, and the others are not in compliance regardless of their body weight, so Pan Zi had to pick up this beam.

We put a butterfly buckle on his waist and only carried some lightweight equipment. Pan Zi looked a little excited. Chen Pi Asi gave him a sip of wine and calmed him down. Lean fainted, our goal is not here, go down and recruit me to highlight. "

Pan Zi nodded and took a deep breath, then carefully climbed into the ice well, and then used the flying tiger to catch the wooden porch around the side, swayed like a special soldier's rope, and climbed on the wooden porch.

As soon as I stepped on it, the wooden pillar made a series of very uncomfortable bursts of ice cubes. We all held our breaths suddenly, and Pan Zi didn't move as if he was pale, lest the pillar might break up and break.

Fortunately, after waiting for more than ten minutes, the kind of cracking sound of the colonnade stopped, and the surroundings returned to a calm, and the force restored the balance again.

I thought about it too, maybe I thought too much. The ice dome above was so heavy. The pressure between the wooden corridors was very great. We are like ants and should not have a problem.

Several people were relieved, so scared, we were all awake, and the inexplicable excitement was reduced to a certain extent.

Pan Zi continued to move forward more carefully, almost dancing a very slow rhythm dance, our hearts also followed his pace, finally, we finally reached the cliff at the end of the pillar, more than a hundred below The meter is the cave.

We flashed the flashlight too much for him. Pan Zi hit five or six glow sticks and dropped them one by one.

In the darkness, several rays of light fell straight down, some disappeared at the end of the abyss like a meteor, and several fell a dozen meters later, hit the roof of the tile, and flicked to stop.At the same time, the chemical substances in the glow stick reacted due to violent vibration, and the light became brighter and brighter, illuminating the situation inside the ice dome vaguely.

Then Pan Zi dropped the rope and hung down to the tile roof below, then quickly slid down.

Seeing that Pan Zi landed steadily on the roof of the tile, our hearts were let go, and Pan Zi gave us a few gestures, meaning that the process was probably safe.

We started to get excited again, and the second one was the Chinese monk. We carefully followed the gourds and scooped one by one, one by one, down on the roof of the tile.

A hundred-meter balance beam and more than one-hundred-meter rope climbing is not a child's play. After I reached the bottom, I almost couldn't stand steadily. I needed Pan Zi to hold me to stand on the glazed tile.Recalling the feeling on the iced wood porch, my legs began to soften involuntarily.

Seven flashlights went around and found that the slope of this ice dome was about 30 degrees near vertical, the cave was deep, the palace went straight into the mountain, and the innermost situation could not be seen. The top of the mountain and the top of the Ling Palace almost fit, The roof of the tile we stand on is the outermost roof of the "basilica". The cornices of the eaves are mock dragon heads. On both sides of the ridge are the kisses of the town houses. The yellow tiles and red beams are very imperial. Standing on top, it feels like Zhou Xingchi's battle against the top of the Forbidden City.

The fat man wanted to take a look at the tiles, but found that the tiles and tile beams were frozen and could not break down.We had no choice but to pick the faucets carefully, one by one, and use the rope to go down to the porch outside the main entrance of the "Spirit Palace".

The porch is a place similar to a sacrificial platform. The overhead paved ground is all stone slabs. The perennial cold makes the stones brittle, and when you step on it, it will crack and may break at any time.This should be the end of the boardwalk that was built into the mountain. Now the boardwalk has been demolished. On one side is a dark abyss, and on the left and right sides are a row of copper-covered tripods covered with ice chips. The inside is all black unknown old ash.

Both the style of bronze and the style of the palace have a very obvious Han style. It seems that where Wang Zanghai contracted the project, the design still cannot exceed the limits of his own nationality and era, or, perhaps, the national power of Dongxia at that time, Can only go to loot the border Han people to make up.

On the other side is the hall gate of the Ling Temple. In front of the gate stands a stone stele without a king, and behind the stele is the white jade gate of the Ling Palace. The gate is very large, almost three people tall and two wide.The stone door is engraved with many human-faced strange birds dancing in the clouds, which ca n’t be named. The brass door roll above the door is a tiger head, and the door seam and door shaft are all watered. Now the door panels are frozen on both sides. Is like a whole.

Standing here and looking at the ice dome above, the faint light penetrated from above, my eyes seemed to be covered with fog, and I saw that the things are much older, which is difficult to express in words.

The monk Hua was going to take some photos here. We took a breath and took a look around. Ye Cheng walked around and saw the cliff below, he said with emotion: "I really do n’t understand the fuck, this Wannu Why did the emperor want to put the tomb in such a place where the bird does not shit, is it not good on the ground? Is n’t this a tossing person? "

I said, "The idea of ​​being an emperor is different from that of ordinary people. Maybe it has a special relationship with their religion. You see there are many temples in Tibet, all built in places where no one can reach them. To be close to the heavenly spirit, this layman like us cannot understand. "

The fat man shook his head and expressed disagreement: "I feel that the reason for building here is very simple, that is, I don't want others to come up. There must be something good in this mausoleum. Let's educate him this time. "He said he and Lang Feng took out the pry bar to pry the temple door.

It sounds funny to me. The fat man is real. If he was an emperor, he would n’t know where to put his tomb.

There is no running stone behind the jade stone door. Use a crowbar to force a card, and the ice on the door shafts on both sides will burst. We used a chisel to smash the ice in the door crack, and the door could barely push a gap, and a black gas burst. When we came out, we hurriedly avoided it. The Chinese monk said it was all right. This is a moisture-proof paint stuck behind the door, and now it is frozen into powder.

The door of the hall was pulled apart, and it could no longer move. It seemed that the door shaft was rusted and dead. I took a photo of it with a flashlight. Nothing could be seen in the empty Spirit Temple. The darkness inside seemed to absorb light.

Ye Cheng couldn't wait to get in, but stopped the fat man. He turned around and asked the oil bottle: "Brother, look first, will there be any clever springs in this place?"

The dull oil bottle touched the door, and then looked at the relief on the door. After looking at it for a long time, he shook his head and said he was not sure: "You follow me, don't talk."

It must be heard that what this person said is already our consensus. The fat man and I nodded vigorously, and several people took out their self-defense things.

The sullen oil bottle flashed over and crossed the threshold of the knee, and immediately walked in.We followed right after, crossing the threshold, and the moment the anxiously stepped into the darkness inside, I suddenly felt an extreme strangeness strike me.

I suddenly thought that in the past thousand years, we may be the first people to step into it. Think about what happened in this huge palace that nobody watched in this millennium?