Daomu Biji

This is really something that has never been imagined, and everyone is panicked.

Pan Zi flipped the folding shovel around his waist with one hand, jumped into the pit, and cut it when he got up, but the fat man's foot flicked, but he didn't cut it. The fat man looked at Pan Zi's strength so much and yelled, "You punctual cut, don't cut my fat feet!"

Pan Zi also yelled: "You don't need to move your motherfuck, or Lao Tzu will count from your thigh!"

The fat man yelled: "Substitution and substitution, this kid doesn't look good to me, he wants to publish his enemies."

On the one side, Ye Cheng and Chinese monk jumped down to help, trying to hold the fat man's leg, but unexpectedly, Ye Cheng did not stand still. Suddenly, the person collapsed, the whole stone corridor underneath collapsed again, and he shrank. .

This mother-in-law was simply chaotic. The monk Hua was busy grabbing him, but he didn't stand still. One stumbled into my hand holding the fat man. My angle was not good enough to use my strength. The fat man dragged on.

It happened so fast, and the light was not good, so it was so panic.Several people rolled into a ball. The fat man fell into the bottom of the pit like a meat ball. The weight that Pan Zi and I brought him fell on the slope of the brick pit. At that time, I felt a little bad. Without standing up, I heard a series of "La La" sounds coming up from under the brick floor.

My face became white as soon as I heard it. I was too familiar with this sound. This is the sound of large-scale longitudinal cracking of frozen stone materials when we were doing construction stress experiments.

Before I could understand it, there was a sudden shock all around, the whole pit collapsed sharply, the stone corridor underneath the pit collapsed, no one reacted, and suddenly lost his balance, it was like sliding The slide rolled down the slope, wrapped in bricks and fell into the hollow of the wooden gallery.

I have n’t come yet and I ’m thankful that I have a foresight. The buttocks are numb and have fallen on a slope. Then the person went straight down. Fortunately, there was a rope tied up, and I did n’t slide. The bricks around him slammed their heads and smashed their heads down.

My ass fell badly, and I covered my head and wanted to sit up, but the slope under the butt was too steep, and my feet couldn't get any strength. I blocked the brick with my hand and asked if anyone else had anything.No one answered me. I only heard a series of cursing and brick collisions.

Finally, the bricks stopped, and I was able to raise my head and looked around. There was a lot of wolf, some flashlights were all wrapped in bricks, and some fell along the slope into the darkness below. Fortunately, these mountaineering The German goods are strong and not broken.However, a little light showed through the gap between the man and the brick, and nothing was clear. The edge was dark, and a big hole could be seen vaguely on the head. It was the breach of the stone corridor, and we slid down from it.

This should be below the Ling Palace hall. In the space above the steep slope of the rock, we are falling on the steep slope. If there is no rope, we will have rolled down to the end.

Ye Chengcheng hung my head, and it was n’t bad. I held him and asked if there was anything. He answered that I had eaten lunch and was silly.

The Chinese monk called in the dark: "Be careful there may be a dumpling here, copy the guy, and take the hooves out! The fat man, where are you? Is the thing still on your feet?"

The fat man is at the bottom, and we fell on him with bricks, which is really choking.Just listen to his moan coming from the pile of bricks: "I'm still holding it, I'm almost touching the root of my thigh, I'm holding him, his mother's is pulling me out, otherwise your fat man my cock Can't keep it! "

"That's my hand!" Pan Zi scolded on the side!

"I rely on!" The fat man said angrily: "Will your fucking rogue not pick a time?"

Without a flashlight, a few unpressed people had to touch the black bricks and talked about pulling the bricks down the slope. Pan Zi dug it out for me first, but his hand caught the fat man and could n’t pull it out. We continued to dig. Soon, the fat man dug out, relieved, and said: "You guys are all willing to crush me with a thousand knives, but fortunately, I will take the god with me, otherwise this time I will be back."

Pan Zi didn't have time to fight with him and said, "What about your feet?"

The fat man moved his feet in the darkness and seemed to feel a bit, saying: "No! It's impossible to fall into such a position and it's impossible to catch. It might hit us under the slope. How can there be dumplings in such a place like his mother?" "

Monk Hua said: "It must be still nearby. Be careful. Take the black donkey hoof and find out the flashlight first!"

I was busy going to touch the flashlight under the brick, but I couldn't touch it, but Ye Cheng on one side felt it, pulled out the pile of bricks, and all of a sudden lit up. He picked up and immediately shot down.

I was under him, disgusted to block the flashlight, just wanted to dim him a little bit, and suddenly, I saw Ye Cheng's face turned green instantly.

As soon as I looked at his expression, I suddenly began to sweat, did I say it was by my side again?He gritted his teeth and turned his head. He suddenly saw the edge of my shoulder, only one foot away from my nose, and a blue and purple dry face was suddenly detected.

I was frightened, "Oops," the person shrank back, picked up a blue brick in his left hand, and shot it. I didn't know if it was shot. I turned and climbed up.

At this time, several other flashlights were dug out, and all around was lit up. I climbed up a few steps, because the above is Ye Cheng, I could n’t let it go, I slid down again, and I looked to the side. Take a breath.

I saw that on the steep slope under the hall of the Ling Palace, a layer of simple terrace-like protrusions were built, and above these protrusions, almost neatly filled with such frozen blue-violet ancient corpses, layer by layer The floor looks like the Luohantang in the temple, shrunk together, densely packed, with a terrible look, obviously all of them are frozen to death, all are meditating here like a monk pinch, black shadow can't see the head by mistake, I don't know how many.

Ye Cheng was the least courageous here, shivering and said: "Fuck, this is the corpse pavilion where the monk's body is piled with gold?"

Chen Pi Asi pressed him, waved his hand, and said to him: "Don't be afraid, it's just a corpse." He pointed to my feet. I looked down and saw that there were some bricks under our feet. A mummy that has been trampled into powder.

"The dead people here are frozen and stone-like, and they will shatter when they are touched." Chen Pi'a said four times. "These things can no longer be changed. There should be no dumplings here."

"Then what grabbed my foot just now?" The fat man asked

Chen Pi'a said four times: "Your feet may have just happened to be hooked on the hand of the corpse. Otherwise, if it is a dumpling, you think you still have legs, don't believe you look at your pants."

The fat man looked down at the trousers he had just scratched. Sure enough, there was a hole, a dry hand with a hook shape. It was in the pile of bricks not far from his feet. I picked it up. It was extremely hard and impossible. Stretch to grab someone's leg.

Suddenly, everyone was relieved, and Pan Zi also exaggeratedly exclaimed: "The courage is so small, it will be wrong to read."

The fat man was furious. He wanted to refute and couldn't find a reason. He had to get bored and muttered: "That hand really grabbed my foot just now. I was hooked and caught. I still can't tell? The mother's unbelief pulled down. "

We took photos with flashlights around. There is a lot of space under the hall, because the corpses are so densely packed that we ca n’t see the end, but apart from the corpses, there are no other suspicious objects.

Pan Zi asked the Chinese monk: "How come there are so many dead people here? I haven't even heard of it."

"Looking at the situation should be a martyr's compartment, this ... I don't understand it at all, no emperor's tomb looks like this ... what are these dead people?" The monk Hua said to himself.

I suppressed my fear and took a photo of one of the dead with a flashlight. I found that the facial features of the corpse were still intact, with eyes closed, wrinkles on my face, but no beard, and my body was covered with a thin layer of ice, which was scary It is the skin of these ancient corpses that are bluish-purple, with a wide open mouth, and inside it is fangs.

"These may not be humans." The fat man looked at. "You see these teeth, a wave can smash people's face."

"Not human?" Ye Cheng's face turned white again. "What is that? Monster?"

"It may be the legendary snowman, but these are hairless." The fat man started nonsense

"Fart," the Chinese monk shouted, "What monster snowman, these corpses' teeth are sharpened by themselves. This is a custom of ancient shamanism. Later, because it was too troublesome, they were replaced with masks. These are definitely not the Ming Dynasty. Nuchen, you see the clothes of these corpses are very primitive, not Jurchen or Mongolian style, and you see, some of the bodies are also wrapped in burlap, this is the mummy formed by the ice burial. "

I remembered the ice burial pit I saw on the night of camping in Xiaosheng Valley and said, "Are these corpses the remains of the ice burial ancestors dug out when Wang Zanghai dug a mountain to build a tomb?"

The monk Hua nodded: "It must be right. This fetal-shaped cave may have been a cemetery before. The local ancient ancestors were here for ice burial, but the land of Wang Zanghai was planned as a false burial mausoleum. These corpses must be the time to excavate the cave dig it out."

The fat man asked: "If it's like what you said, why not just burn it and what is the role of putting these bodies here?"

"Who knows, you see these mummies are so terrible. Shamanism has many primitive and strange witchcraft rituals and curses. It is said that they need to be borrowed from corpses. The layout here may be related to shamanic witchcraft. There may be something weird. It happened, maybe we couldn't get out of it because of these corpses, we have to be careful. "

I think of the corpses in the Qinling Mountains. It seems that there are a lot of corpses. This kind of thing like a ghost hitting a wall will always happen. Is it really a magic trick?

Shamanism is not a complete religion, it is actually a primitive witchcraft, that is to say, it has practical value, and it has a lot to do with pharmacology and spiritual worship. Full mage.However, it is said that shamanic witchcraft, like the Chinese Qimen Dunjia, was lost in stages in history, some good things were introduced into Tibetan Buddhism, and some evil things suddenly disappeared, as can be seen from ancient books, ancient In the early shamanic witchcraft, many rituals were extremely yin and evil, and there was a lot of content about curses and corpses. They were inextricably linked to Gushu, and the Sheren believed in Gushu. Is there a relationship between the two? What do they have in common?

The fat man listened to the Chinese monk's hua, suddenly realized: "No wonder, when I entered this palace, I always felt my feet burned, and I felt uncomfortable. There were so many dumplings buried underneath, and the conscience of the old slave was really bad. Now. "

Monk Hua said: "I also speculate that the most important thing now is how to get out. Let's look separately. Are there any exits around?"

After talking, the Chinese monk said again: "But be careful, how to look here is also a bit evil, there will always be hidden dangers, and the cliff here is too steep, once something happens, I can't run."

Everyone agreed that the fat man could not wait for a long time. Several people untied the carabiner and picked up the flashlight. They dispersed and began to search carefully on the steep gorge wall.

It is not a pleasant thing to travel among so many corpses, but it is a bit strange that the more corpses, the more you do not feel panic, maybe you will be afraid of having a reverse emotion after a certain degree .

The rows of corpses are very dense, and there is no space for people to walk in the middle of each row. Almost all of us are squeezed through the gap between the corpses and the corpses. The corpses are old and young, and all are frozen like blue-purple. Rock, I see some people are still carrying copper artifacts, they are completely rusty green, almost all the lower body of the body is fused with the rock below, you have to move him, unless it is broken .

After searching for a long time, I did not gain in this direction. Watching myself getting farther and farther away from others, I always felt uneasy. I just wanted to pretend that I was finished and went back to the hole to ask the results of other people. Suddenly: "Dead fat man, what are you doing?"

We followed Pan Zi's voice and looked in the direction that the fat man was looking for. I saw that the fat man stopped the search somehow. Instead, he squatted in the corpse below, facing us shamelessly, expressionless. With his mouth open, it looked as if a bluish-purple color appeared on his face, just like the corpse on the side, and he didn't know what the hell was going on.