Daomu Biji

The two of us walked on the second floor of the Zhangjia ancient building, passing through the shelves with the iron man figurines, and when we encountered the collapse, we stepped carefully and climbed over, and walked for a long time before we came to the center of this floor position.There is a large space where nothing is placed.

If you look around from here, you can see that all the shelves on which the iron man figurines are placed are centered on this point and arranged radially, presenting a complete set of Fuxi Sixty-four Hexagrams.

However, apart from these iron man figurines, there is nothing in this layer.The iron man figurines are all made of cast iron. Just like what we saw under the lake bottom ruins before, they should be the remains of Miluo Tuo sealed with iron.

"This is a warehouse," the fat man said. "When they were working on the project here, the dead Milo Tuo might have been put here."

"So much? There is a camp here."

"Not too much, didn't the deformed buddy say that these things will follow the human body? It must have been gathered and formed constantly during construction."

The fat man said: "There are so many iron figurines that can't be shipped out, so they are all piled up here. Zhang's tomb floor may still be on it. We continue to search to see if we can find the passage up."

This floor, like the ground floor, also has four huge pillars.

From the outside, the Zhangjia ancient building is as high as eleven floors. Apart from the one buried in the underground sand, we should have eight floors above.

This ancient building is all built with stones and wood from this mountain. The stone here is mixed with a lot of "Milaotuo stone", which is very rare.

There are a lot of messy footprints on the ground, and apparently they have also searched for the oil bottle.The footprints are too messy to provide us with any reference.

The fat man raised his head and touched his chin to ponder the footprints. After thinking for a long time, he muttered to himself: "There are too many footprints on the ground, it is difficult to judge, but there must be traces on it."

I looked up in a sound, just to see him sweeping a beam with a flashlight.

On the beams, strange Zhangjia characters are densely drawn. These characters seem to have different systems. Each line comes from a different place. The only thing in common is that we ca n’t interpret it and do n’t know what it means.

In one of the lines, I actually saw a piece of Tianshu text.

The fat man stopped and said to me: "It seems my guess is correct. The Zhang family, as the most primitive tomb-robbing family, may be the only person in the world who understands the truth of Chinese history.

They kept all the secrets they brought out of the fight, all in this Zhangjia ancient arm."

I said, "What exactly do these words mean? Do you think the people who built it understand?"

The fat man said: "The delicious eggs do not necessarily need to know the hen. I guess the Zhang family provided the pattern, and then the style was designed into the pattern.

These different weird words should all come from fragments of broken Chinese civilization.If I guess right, here, the closer to the top floor, the closer to modern.

Some of the secrets of Chinese civilization should be buried in the huge bottommost floor of Zhangjialou, which has been completely buried by quicksand."

"Then we go up, aren't we away from the biggest secret?" I said.

The fat man said: "Aren't our brothers' main task to save people?

You think I have given up even touching the penumbra, and you shouldn't think about it anymore, here are all the goddesses.

But I see there are inscriptions in it, which should be in the early spring and autumn, and then go up one level, it is estimated that you can see a lot of seal characters."

So we continued our search, and finally found a climbing mechanism on the west side of the building, and the fat man rushed up.

After going up, it was unexpected.In this layer, there are no iron figurines anymore, replaced by a giant turtle.

The turtle's neck and limbs are very long. The face of the turtle is the body of the turtle. The end of the forelimb is the hand of the person. The hind limb is the foot of the turtle. The face is a female face. The face is vicious and vicious. Portrait of Thangka.

There is a depression on the back of the turtle, and there is a black ball with a face carved on it, which seems to be removable.

When the fat man saw the stone statue, he wondered: "Do you know the origin of this thing? This is a portrait of the clan, a descendant of Shennong.

"Taiping Yulan" quoted "Customs" and said that the primitive people at that time lived in groups, were polygamous, and had chaotic births.In order to make the birth clear, Nu Wa asked each group of caves to make clay figures, and counted the numbers.

Among them, the clay puppets used by the Shennong Clan were humans and turtles. Later, this human face turtle figure became the national emblem of the Clan.

"This national emblem is really shabby, but why would you, an uneducated person, watch" Taiping Yulan "?" I wondered.

"It's not because Nu Wa's chest on the cover is very large, I thought it was a very powerful book, I didn't expect it to be so serious."

He said, "I still remember a passage in it-one country with one eye, for one eye, with the upper surface, the surname Sheng, the grandson of Fu Xi; three kingdoms, genre, three heads, and later Xuanyuanchen; The man's country, the face of the turtle, the descendant of Shennong; Jumang, the face of the island, the grandson of Fuxi. 'Do you still remember the human face bird we saw in Yunding? "

I squatted down and looked closely at the detail of this turtle, and I found that it was indeed similar to the human face bird statue we found in Genting.

I said: "Jumang is the god of wood and spring. Fuxi and Xuanyuan are people from the mythological era. I don't know where it was dug from and was carried here.

Certainly not something we can pour out now, it must be a tomb thief in the period of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. This kind of thing might be in the tomb they dug at that time.

The Zhang family's old qualifications are old qualifications, and no one knows this stuff."

The fat man said: "What kind of god is the god of spring, who controls Viagra?"

"It's the god of spring. Let's take a look around to see what tricks are on this floor, and maybe you can see things from other tribes around."

Just about to explore, the fat man suddenly coughed again.This time he coughed more severely. After stopping the whole person's lungs from pumping up, the person would fall to the ground.

I went to support him immediately and saw that his sputum coughed up this time was full of blood.

At first glance, I said badly. The amount of bleeding is definitely not a small matter. Is it that when it shakes the bag just now, it sucks in so much dust?

I thought it would be fine if I coughed it out, and now it seems that his condition has deteriorated somewhat.

After he coughed, his entire face was pale, and I immediately gave him a kettle to gargle."Are you okay? No, don't force it."

He looked at his coughing blood and scolded, saying to me: "Let's move faster, stay here again, and you will do the same sooner or later."

I helped him and took a break before he pushed me away.Then, we looked at the surrounding ground.

It is relatively empty here, there are a series of extremely clear footprints on the ground, all the way forward into the darkness.

While traveling in the dark, I thought about all kinds of things that I might see immediately, but I didn't expect that after walking around, I realized that there was nothing in this third-floor ancient building.

Footprints extend all the way around the ancient building, and the owner of the footprints must be like us, thinking that the opening up must be on the edge of the ancient building and near the pillar.

"Isn't the decoration done here?" The fat man coughed a few times. "I had a fight before. The same is true. All the tombs, murals, and reliefs are quite complete, but there is nothing inside.

I thought it was stolen, but all the tomb doors were intact."

I was a little skeptical. Looking at the footprints on the ground, I found that these footprints showed a very strange sign of "walking and growing flowers".After walking for a while, the owner of the footprints will stop and circle in a small place.

"What sign do you think this is?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man covered his chest and said: "This is the national standard dance. It seems that the younger brother is in a good mood at this level, and who dances the waltz." Then he made a waltz movement.

I said to my heart that your mother's lungs were rotten, and I still thought about it.When I looked down at these footprints again, I realized that this was a wandering state.

They may have found something strange here, so they stayed and looked closely.

But there was nothing around, empty, what to see?There is nothing worth staying here unless, unless they encounter any unexpected situation here.

"Be careful." I looked at the trail of their footprints and took a few steps to see such a situation. "According to my previous experience, something will happen soon."

"I'm half tuberculosis now, can you stop looking for me?"

I said: "Advance warning is not always a bad thing."

As soon as we finished speaking, the two of us heard at the same time, in the empty hall, a series of slight footsteps came.

The fat man looked at me, and I looked at him.I asked, "Is it brother?"

The fat man shook his head and shot around with a flashlight. I couldn't see anything.The fat man said to me: "You listen carefully."

The two of us calmed down, circled back to back, monitoring the surroundings, while struggling to track the footsteps, and immediately I knew why the fat man shook his head.

Footsteps come from the ceiling.We flicked the flashlight upwards, and suddenly found the strangeness of this floor.

The ceiling of this floor is particularly high, with a lot of beams, forming a huge chessboard-like structure above our heads.

In the grids of these chessboards, in the shadow of the beams, I saw countless things hanging.

"Awesome." The fat man looked straight.In the shadow of the entire ceiling.There are tens of thousands of small boxes hanging.

The boxes are large and small, with different shapes and patterns on them, which are extremely spectacular when viewed at a glance.

"Fairy fruit." The fat man said, "It's a fairy fruit. So much, so much!"