Daomu Biji

The main hall of the Ling Palace is the main part of the building on the mausoleum. The scale is the largest. After entering, the first thing I saw was the large pillars on the two sides of the spiritual road in the middle of the Ling Palace, about five meters each. I remembered that they used Come to cut "the situation when hanging the coffin, presumably all the things here are hung up from the cliff that we now think is the most unlikely.

In the darkness in the middle of the stone column, you can vaguely see the black large-shaped lamp slave, and behind it is dark, I don't know why the flashlight shines in the past, there is no reflection of any light, it seems there is a void.I didn't see any funerary items.

The fat man hit the fire and wanted to try to light the lamp slave. I said no to him. This building is still standing here without collapsing. The low temperature here is a very important factor. If a large number of lamp slaves are lit, it will cause ice crystals on the tile roof. Melting may cause some small collapses, so I do n’t want to.

We can only rely on the flashlight to move forward in the dark and affect the environment. No one speaks. It seems that we are afraid of waking up something in this palace. The surroundings are scary and quiet. Only the echo of our footsteps and the surroundings are left in the air. People breathe heavily.

Ye Cheng was the least one of the few people who had ever seen the market. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but say: "It's really quiet, how can I feel cool and whizzing, and the quieter I get, the more I panic, let's talk, don't Engage and be a thief-- "

Without saying a word, the dull oil bottle made a soft gesture to make him shut up, and the fat man said softly to Ye Cheng: "Don't you fucking give me a bad idea, aren't we thieves? This little brother's ears are smart, As soon as you speak, we can't hear it when we step on the office, can you afford it? "

Ye Cheng heard that there might be a mechanism here, and he quickly covered his mouth and looked around nervously, lest there might be any hidden weapons flying.

Monk Hua said: "You don't have to be so nervous. It's used for sacrifices. The Dongxia regime is likely to come here every year to commemorate. There is not much chance of organs, and it's a little bit old here, don't worry."

"Nonsense." Upon hearing the fat man, he wanted to refute the Chinese monk.

I photographed him and told him to stop worrying. Just now I told others not to talk.

The thick ice dome outside is difficult to open once it is closed, and the plank road outside has long burned. This means that no one intends to come back after the Ling Palace is closed. It is impossible for the Chinese monk to think of it, but this kind of thing There is no need to increase unnecessary panic.

We went on for about five minutes, and came to the center of the main hall of the Ling Palace. There was a jade platform in front. There were huge bronze statues of birds and heads around it. A large black statue, we have to look up to see clearly. This statue is not a human being or a Buddha. It is like a twisted column covered with lichen. No one can tell what it is. It looks very strange. .

The fat man asked the Chinese monk: "What is this damsel? Isn't the statue of the tomb lord in the Spirit Hall? Is the tomb lord virtuous? Is this ... not a big locust?"

Monk Hua said, "This may be the alienated 'eternal life' in the Eastern Xia religion ... their main god."

"This god is too long to slip," the fat man murmured."What's the difference with a mallet that does laundry?"

I patted the fat man again to let him accumulate verbal character, we are still on its site now, he is not afraid of retribution.

But this strange black totem, I know that it is not Eternal Life. Although I do n’t understand Shaman, I know that Eternal Life has no image. Eternal Life represents a ubiquitous, infinite power, a kind of cosmic worship The monk Hua said that he was either shaking a fat man or disguising his guilty conscience.

The environment here does give people an inexplicable sense of tension. Apart from Chen Pi A Si and the sullen oil bottle, they are still that stinky face. Others are more or less strange.

But if the shrine is not placed in the shrine, it should be the sitting statue of the tomb owner. Is it really like the fat man said, is this what the patriarch of the East Xia Dynasty looks like?impossible?This-this is not a human shape at all. It looks more like the evil god in Haitian fetishism. I saw it once when I was watching the exhibition in Shanghai. The god there is just like a pot of rice. Giant mollusks are generally.

I suddenly remembered the record in that copper fish: the Eastern Xia royal family are all monsters dug out of the ground, is this the thing?No, this thing can be said to be a demon, I believe that the Dongxia people will not be frustrated to recognize the emperor.

It would be nice if you could see what was recorded in the other two bronze fish.I thought, I don't have to guess so hard, I don't know when this opportunity will happen.

Thinking wildly, Pan Zi on the side called us: "Look here."

We turned our heads and found that Pan Zi had climbed a bronze statue, and in the mouth of a human-faced bird, carefully held out a thing.

Pan Zi is also a troublemaker, and I said nervously: "Be careful with the organs."

Pan Zi nodded and took it very carefully. Soon, a bronze monkey with gilded fangs and fangs was opened, and he also carved countless peculiar patterns, like a tattooed ghost.

We are very curious, and have never seen a respectable device of this design. Pan Zi jumped down and held it among us. A few people looked around.Looking at it, I only found that this thing turned out to be bronze, and I couldn't explain why.

This kind of thing is common in archaeology, because tombs are on the one hand strictly regulated occultism, on the one hand they are the personal things of the owner of the tomb, there are many unexplained burial objects in the tombs, those things with established rules You can collect and organize, and get close to the facts indefinitely, but personalized things can only be guessed. There are many things that have only appeared once in history. No one can know what this intention is except the suffering master in the tomb.

The monk Hua checked the other four bronze statues and found the same thing. He speculated that if this stick is their main god, the guardian beast around the main god should be around. This may be very local and mythical. It does matter, we are not in that dynasty, we can no longer understand the real situation.But what made him wonder is why it was made of bronze. The Ming Dynasty was already a very developed iron age.

I looked around the totem and found nothing. We walked back again. It was dark behind, I don't know how deep.

What makes me a little strange at this time is that, within the main hall of the Ling Palace, the giant sacrificial rituals used for sacrificial offerings and Changming dying candles are set up, and the warm pavilions, treasure beds, thrones, and god positions are set up.However, the situation is greater than the form. Dong Xiaguo has been living in the depths of the Changbai Mountain jungle. I don't know what kind of life it is. These things may not be in the Jurchen custom.

The fat man was already a little irritable at this time. The purpose of his coming here was to touch things and ran all the way without seeing any bright objects that could be taken away. How could he not be depressed.As he walked, he asked us if he could let him look behind the lamp slaves to see what was in the darkness behind.

The dull oil bottle waved at him, meaning no, he took out a glow stick and threw it over there, only to see a green light flashed over and fell into the darkness behind the lamp slave. It disappeared, as if thrown into black cotton.

The fat man looked at the tongue and asked softly, "What's going on?"

The dull oil bottle shook his head, not knowing.

I said to him, "We are not so big when we see the main hall outside, our flashlights are not reflective, and there must be light-absorbing paint on the walls of the hall. I walk alone, I guarantee you can't come back, or don't act rashly."

The fat man said: "Then you tied a rope around my waist, and if you feel something, you will be counted as a share, and you will be counted as a technical shareholder. Ten percent ... how?"

I am most annoyed by the virtue of the fat man, and said angrily: "You are going to be mad until we all go out. Don't hurt us now."

Pan Zi also said: "What's your damn monkey's anxiety, where is this? If you wait for you to tie a rope in and pull it out, your thighs will be left. Do you say we are going to find you or not?" You see how old the team of Mr. Chen is, if you are settled, do n’t embarrass us.

The fat man uttered a disappointment and said: "Yes, you are crowded, but you, but you, fat man, I will obey the organizational arrangements, and I will never betray the organization until I find out the enemy."

"It's not allowed to betray when you find out. Your motherfucker is now fishing for oil and water. What if you enter the Underground Palace? How much can you hold?" I glared.

The fat man raised his hand to surrender, hippie smiled, I know his temper, it is useless to say now, there is no way to take him, so I have to remind myself to watch him with a heart, so that he will not get into trouble.

Going further, we saw the end of the main hall, where there was also a jade door, which was built by embedding four pieces of sweat white jade. The door shaft was wrapped with glazed fired pangod dragon, and the door lintel cameo dance and dance show The door was carved with two boys guarding the door. There was also no running stone behind the door. The door was poured with ice. After we pryed open, we found that the hallway leading to the rear hall of the palace was dark.

When the fat man saw the two dragons on the door, he suddenly regained his spirit, his eyes brightened, and said to us, "I saw this kind of door at an auction. This is called the panlong axis glaze bolt, and the whole door was photographed. Two hundred million, or the Hong Kong dollar, oops, this door doesn't look very heavy ... "

I know what he wants to agitate, splashing him cold water: "You save dim sum, that's hype. Now the antique transaction of cash, which can exceed 20 million is sky high, this door is worth 400,000 at most."

"No," the fat man didn't believe. "400,000 to 200 million? Is there such an outrageous thing?"

I said to myself that the two copper fish in my pocket are worth 20 million yuan, but who would buy it when it was really sold? Now who does n’t know what the auction house is doing, they are thinking about not opening for three years, and eating for the rest of their lives. When a stunned young man paid 200 million to buy a door, he would only have to spend the rest of his life.

The fat man's world view was destroyed by me suddenly, watching the door look a little dull, we ignored him, walked into the corridor, and walked towards the apse.

The apse is usually the place where the entrance of the underground palace is located. A decorative coffin is usually placed, lit with longevity candles, which will not be extinguished all year round, or a large number of sacrifices are piled up, which are regularly replaced by the guardian. It is expected that there will not be too many good things in the small hidden border country under the war, but the entrance to the underground palace is generally located in it, and we must go to see it.

Entering the hallway, the heads on both sides are covered with murals, which are covered with a layer of ice and frozen gray.After seeing the double-layered mural in the gap, I have always been interested in this kind of narrative, so I looked up with a flashlight.

At first glance, the whole body was cold, and I saw the mural painting, almost all of them were painted in the clouds of the hundred-footed dragon, coiled, soaring, all over the wall, at first glance it seemed to be full of centipedes same.

The mural is divided into several parts, and some of the murals also depict many soldiers in fur, who bow to the sky-long dragon.

Some of them also draw two entwined dragons entwined together. I do n’t know if they are fighting or fighting.

Above each mural, the Paramount Dragon must be the main part. The characters around it are very small and humble. Obviously, the Dongxia people's worship of this centipede dragon is better than our Han people's worship of Panlong. Not enough.

Ye Cheng took out his camera and photographed all the murals. This can be used when selling Mingqi, because Dong Xia is an uncertain government, and there are photos of tombs. The price can be several times higher.

"You said who was buried in the tomb, and Wan Nu's wife is still under his hands, how can he paint this kind of mural?" Ye Cheng asked while photographing.

I don't know, and I feel a little strange in my heart.

Generally speaking, the tomb owner of the funerary tomb will have two kinds, one is his own heirs and relatives, and the other is his own pets. If heirs and relatives, the content of the murals should be mostly life scenes, and the pets are usually in the The scenes of the dynasty, such as pictures of civilians governing water, military officials cutting soldiers and the like.With so many deified dragon shapes painted, it can be said to be normal if seen in the main mausoleum, it is not right here, and ... the image of the owner of the mausoleum is not visible in the mural.

Even if the dragon is the main subject, these paintings highlight the majesty of the dragon, then there should be a leader who devoted himself to the head below, because it is the funerary tomb, the leader must be the king of slaves, and the owner of this tomb should be the king of slaves. The people on the mural are all dressed as slaves or soldiers, and there is no leader.

Among the murals of the emperor's mausoleum, this is simply unreasonable, and the murals that do not conform to the three rules and the five rules, the painting here is equivalent to no painting.

The fat man suddenly asked: "Will the mural here also be double-layered?"

I touched it, some of the murals here have fallen off, and no special faces were found underneath. Shaking his head saying no, there must be a story behind the mural in that volcanic crack, otherwise there are two layers in such a place Mural paintings are really unreasonable.

While thinking wildly, I walked for about 200 meters, but the mural suddenly stopped, the corridor reached the end, and the exit of the rear hall appeared in front.

There is no door at the exit, but there is a bronze crane-footed lampstand in the center. It is half tall and has a very strange shape. A white ice film is raised on it, making the color look black.

We walked out of the hallway and came inside the apse. The fat man started a cold firework and looked around, and found that the pattern of the apse was almost the same as that of the main hall, but it was much smaller. We can directly see the surrounding walls of the hall. The wall is still the same It is still a sky-long fresco of a hundred-footed dragon. The color used to be bright red, but now it is frozen into gray.

The apse is empty, without any funerary items, even search is unnecessary, at a glance.In the middle are three black Leiwen Panlong stone beds, and the platform is covered with wooden slabs carved with cloud edges, which have been cracked by the freezing.

This is called a coffin stand. After the coffin was lifted in, it was temporarily placed here. There are three pieces here. Obviously, there was not only one coffin at the time when he entered the mortuary, and the wife and children of the burial companion were also buried with him.

When it comes to the funeral of the funer, it sounds very unfortunate, but in that era, there was no way.

On the ground behind the three stone beds, a huge square stone slab protrudes. Two strange human-faced birds are engraved on the stone slab.This is a tomb stone, and the entrance to the underground palace must be under this stone slab.

In addition to this, the apse is really nothing, and the openness is too much.

The fat man looked around and said: "Wannuoer is really miserable. She gave her money to build a house, but could not afford to buy furniture. This is how others live, and he must have all the good things."

Chinese monk said, "Don't talk nonsense, if you can build such a large mausoleum, you will still be reluctant to sacrifice a few sacrifices? There must be a special reason for his mother."

I also feel that it is not so simple. The situation in the apse is a bit wrong. Even a small country with a small border, as we expected, has insufficient national strength, but no matter how, the broken ship also has a three-point nail, no gold and silver, generally There will always be a few pieces of bronze.

I searched again, and there was no passage around to lead to other places, so I came to the side of the tomb slab, and the fat man shook his arm and lifted it up hard, and he kept welcoming others to help.

In order to prevent traps such as toxic sand and poisonous water under the stone platform, the dull oil bottle carefully inspected the blue brick floor on the edge of the tomb stone plate. After confirming that there was no problem, Lang Feng put the straight to the side of the coffin stop. Let go, and the Chinese monk, Ye Cheng they went up to push the slate.

The strength of a few burly giants wasn't really covered, so at the sound of Kabun, the stone slab was removed a little, and they continued to work hard, slowly talking about pushing the whole stone slab to the side.

When we looked down under the stone platform, we were taken aback. There was no trace of the entrance of the secret road (there were no stones to seal the tomb door) under the stone platform, but the blue bricks on the side, but because, The stone slab has been pressed on it for a hundred years. There is a square stamp on the ground, which is painted with feet and has a concave and convex feeling. The blue brick under the stone slab has been pressed into the bottom by a few centimeters.

"What's the matter?" Pan Zi wondered: "This tombstone is fake, display?"

"Impossible. This is the most basic funeral. I won't play this with anything. The entrance is definitely here." Hua monk said.

"Will it be sealed under this layer of blue brick?" Ye Cheng asked.

I frowned, and these bricks saw no iron seal, which seemed a bit problematic, but I wanted to draw conclusions, and I didn't know what to say.

The fat man said: "Who cares about him, no one is there anyway. It is rare to fall back to the tomb of the emperor and take a look at the bricks to know."

Ye Cheng immediately met. Actually, I think so too. Now those of us can't be said to be robbing the tomb. We are simply calling Ming Rob. When we robbed the tomb, we were afraid to disturb the surrounding residents and the police on patrol, but now The farthest police station is also 800 miles away, so we do n’t have to worry about anything at all.

We all started to have excessive adrenaline secretion. Digging and opening the palace are always exciting moments. Sometimes the coffin is not tense at this moment, and no one can deny this.

The oil bottle squatted down, gripped a blue brick with his long fingers, and pulled it hard. He pulled the brick up from the ground. Ye Cheng and the Chinese monk looked stunned, his mouth closed.

The fat man was very proud. He saw something on his face. Our brother's expression was not strong. The oil bottle didn't give him a face. He didn't look at him. It was easy to manage if we had a gap. Dig out the bricks.

What is strange is that the bricks below still have no trace of iron slurry, and all are staggered structures, which are not difficult to dig.

My unforeseen hunch is a little more important, because the entrance to the underground palace is the most solemn part of the fortress. At that time, Sun Mazi dug the tomb of Cixi. If there was no explosives, even the skin of the stone seal of the underground palace could not be shoveled. The blue brick is definitely not right, will there be something strange underneath?

But the dull oil bottle does not speak. Generally, if there is a problem, he will definitely find out immediately, he does not speak, and I feel that I do not seem to be qualified.

With half a smoke, we quickly dug out a big pit, and the last layer of blue brick was uncovered, and only seven layers were counted, probably because the height of the building here is fixed, if you do n’t hit the hole At the top, only the number of floor tiles underneath is sacrificed.Under the bottom of the pit, a black piece of stone that seemed similar to a patterned turtle shell appeared.

"Is it a stone seal?" Ye Cheng was excited.

"No." The Chinese monk at the bottom knocked, and uncovered the bricks around the black stone. Below the bricks, there was an eight-century table-size black double-headed stone turtle. Come, it was actually a woman's face.

"What's going on?" Everyone was puzzled. This should be the entrance to the Underground Palace. A stone turtle was buried.

"How come there is no tomb door?" Pan Zi just tried the most, panting and wondering.

"Move out first and talk again! See what is under the turtle." The monk Hua also couldn't understand his mind and began to chaoticly command.

In fact, I don't need to move to know that there is definitely nothing under the turtle. I can already see the black mountain rock under the turtle. We have dug into the bottom of the cave.

Several people jumped into the pit in a hurry, trying to lift the tortoise before crouching down. The fat man “enjoyed” and seemed to find something wrong.

I glanced over and saw the engineer shovel hanging on the waist. I don't know why it stuck to the turtle's back. The fat man slammed it down and let it go, then the engineer shovel sucked in again.

I looked strange, is this turtle carved by magnet?

A few people looked around, all surprised, the fat man took out a coin and threw it on the back of the turtle, when it sounded, it sucked firmly.He said to himself: "Hey, this fucking damn, such a big magnet, is the owner of this tomb collecting scrap iron?"

Chen Pi Asi took a break above to see what we found, thought he had found the entrance, and asked what happened, and the Chinese monk reported the situation to him.

Before he finished speaking, Chen Pi's face changed. He quickly asked Ye Cheng to help him down, approached the turtle, and took the north arrow from his pocket. At first glance, his face was almost green. Smashing the north arrow fiercely, said coldly: "Oops, we lied! This funerary tomb is a trap, we've calculated!"