Daomu Biji

The main hall of the Ling Palace is the main part of the building on the mausoleum. It 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 away. I think of them In the case of “flying shears” when hanging coffins, it is assumed that all the things here are hung from the cliffs that we now think are the most unlikely.

In the darkness in the middle of the stone pillar, you can vaguely see the large black lamp slave, and behind it is dark, I do n’t know why the flashlight shines in the past, there is no reflection of light, it seems that there is a void, and there is no burial. Goods.

The fat man got into trouble and wanted to try to ignite the lamp slave. I told him not. This building stands here without collapsing. The low temperature here is a very important factor. If a large number of lamp slaves are ignited, it will cause ice crystals on the roof. Melting may cause some small collapses, so I don’t want to.

We can only rely on the flashlight to move forward in the dark. In order to avoid affecting the environment, everyone does not speak. It seems that they are afraid of waking up something in this palace. The surroundings are scary, and only the echo of our footsteps is left in the air. And the heavy breathing of people around.

Ye Cheng was the least one of the few people who had never seen the world. After walking a few steps, he could n’t help but say, “How quiet is the mother-in-law, how can I feel chilly all the way, I ’ll panic when there is no sound, let ’s talk, do n’t do it. And be a thief

The words didn’t finish. The dull oil bottle made a soft gesture to make him shut up. The fat man whispered to Ye Cheng: “Don’t you **** give me a bad idea, aren’t we thieves? This little brother’s ears are smart, and once you speak, we can’t hear it when we step on the machine, can you afford it?

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

The Chinese monk said: “You don’t have to be so nervous. It’s for ritual purposes. The Dongxia regime probably visits here every year to commemorate. There is little chance of organs, and it’s a bit of a year. Don’t worry.”

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

I took a picture of 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 about it. 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 of it. There were huge bronze statues of human heads and birds around it. A large black statue, we must look up to see clearly.

The sculpture is not a human being or a Buddha. It is like a twisted pillar covered with lichen. No one can tell what it is, and it looks very strange.

The fat man asked the Chinese monk: “What is this **** thing? Isn’t the statue of the tomb lord in the spirit hall? Does the lord of the tomb have this virtue? Is this-isn’t it a big locust?”

The Chinese monk said, “This may be the alienated” eternal life “in the Eastern Xia religion-their main god. “

“This **** looks too slippery.” The fat man murmured, “What’s the difference with the mallet for washing clothes?”

I took another shot of the fat man to let him accumulate his eloquence. We are still on its site, he is not afraid of being retaliated.

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 universal worship, Hua The monk said that it was to shake some fat people, or to cover up his guilty conscience.

The environment here really gives people an inexplicable sense of tension. In addition to Chenpi Asi and the sullen oil bottle, it is also that smelly face. Others are more or less a bit 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, the East Xia emperor looks like this?

impossible! This ─ this is not a human shape at all. It looks more like the evil **** in the Haitian fetishism. I saw it once when I was watching the exhibition in Shanghai. The **** there was so lumpy like a pot of rice, like a giant Mollusks are average.

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

If you can know what is recorded in the other two copper fishes, you do n’t have to guess so hard. I do n’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 the 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 gilt-faced fangs came out, and he also carved countless peculiar patterns, like a tattooed ghost.

We are very curious. I have never seen a venerable 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 on the one hand are strictly mystical, and on the other hand they are the personal things of the tomb owner. There are many unexplained burial items in the tombs, and those 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.

Monk Hua checked the other four bronze statues and found the same thing. He speculated that if this mallet is their main god, the guardian beast of the main **** should be around him. This may be very local mythology Legend has to do with it, we are not in that dynasty, and we can no longer understand the real situation. However, what made him wonder is why it was made of bronze. In the Ming Dynasty, it was already a very developed iron age.

Looked around the totem and found nothing. We walked back again, and there was darkness behind, I don’t know how deep.

What makes me a little strange at this time is that, inside the main hall of the Ling Palace, there are usually giant sacrificial sacrificial ceremonies for the sacrificial rituals, the Changming dying candle, the setting of the warm pavilion, the treasure bed, the throne and the **** position. Now these are no traces, it is a bit strange. 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 is already a little irritable at this time. His purpose here is to touch things. I ran all the way but didn’t see any bright objects that can be taken away. How can I 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, the green light suddenly It disappeared, as if thrown into black cotton.

The fat man looked at the tongue and asked softly, “What’s going on?”

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head, not knowing.

I said to him: “We are not so big when we see the hall outside, our flashlights are not reflective, and there must be light-absorbing paint on the walls of the hall. I will walk away from the crowd. I guarantee you can’t come back, or don’t act lightly.

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 fat man’s virtue and said angrily: “You are going to be mad until we all go out, don’t trouble us now.”

Pan Zi also said: “What’s your **** monkey’s anxiety? Where does this go? If you wait a moment 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 can see how old Mr. Chen ’s team is. Let ’s settle down. Do n’t embarrass us. ”

The fat man uttered a disappointment and said, “Yes, you are a lot of people, but you, the fat man, I obey the organization, and I will never betray the organization until I find out the enemy.”

“It’s not allowed to betray when you find out. What the **** do you do when you get into the underground palace? How much can you hold?” I glared.

The fat man raised his hand to surrender, hippie smiled, I know his temper, and now it is useless to say anything, so he has no choice but to remind himself to look at him with his heart, lest he run into trouble.

Going further, we saw the end of the hall. There was also a jade door, which was built by embedding four pieces of white jade. The door shaft was encased with glazed fired pangod dragon, the door lintel relief sculpture and dance show, door There are two boys guarding the door. There is 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 have seen this kind of door at an auction. This is called the panlong axis glaze bolt, and the whole door is shot. When it reaches 200 million, it ’s still the Hong Kong dollar! Oops, this door does n’t look very heavy– “

I know what he wants to agitate, splashing his cold water: “You save dim sum, that is 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 it: “400,000 to 200 million? Is there such an outrageous thing?”

My heart says that the two copper fish in my pocket are worth 20 million yuan, but who will buy it when it’s really sold? Now who doesn’t know the job of the auction house, they are thinking about not opening for three years and eating for a lifetime. When he met a stunned young man, he paid 200 million yuan to buy a door, and he would only have to spend the rest of his life.

The fat man’s world view was destroyed by me, and the door looked a bit dull. We ignored him, walked into the corridor, and walked to 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, and they are regularly replaced by the guardians. Under the condition of a small hidden country on the border, it is expected that there will not be too many good things, but the entrance to the underground palace is generally located in it, and we must go to see it.

Entered the hallway, with the top of the head on both sides, all murals, covered with a layer of ice on the mural, 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 it with a flashlight.

At first glance, I felt cold all over. I saw above the mural paintings, almost all of them were painted in the clouds and surrounded by a hundred-footed dragon, coiled, soaring, all over the wall. .

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

Some paintings of two hundred-foot dragons are entwined, I don’t know whether they are copulating or fighting.

On every mural, the Paramount Dragon must be the main part, and the characters around it are very small and extremely humble. Obviously, the Dongxia people’s worship of this centipede dragon is better than our Han people’s worship of Panlong. Nothing less.

Ye Cheng took out the camera and took all the murals. This can be used when selling Mingqi, because Dongxia is an uncertain regime, and there are photos of the tomb, and the price can be increased several times.

“What kind of person do you say is buried in this funerary tomb? Wannu’s wife or his men, how do you do this kind of mural painting?” Ye Cheng asked while filming.

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 pet. In the case of heirs and relatives, the content of the murals should be mostly life scenes. If they are favored, they are generally scenes in the DPRK, such as pictures of civilians governing water and military officials cutting soldiers.

Draws so many deified dragon shapes, if they can be seen as normal in the main mausoleum, there is something wrong here. Moreover-the image of the owner of the mausoleum cannot be seen 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. Worshipped on both sides, but all the people on the murals were dressed as slaves or soldiers, and there was no leader.

Among the murals of the imperial mausoleum, it is simply unreasonable, and does not conform to the murals of the five rules and regulations. 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.

I was 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. It has a white ice film 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’s a sky-scraping fresco of the dragon. The color used to be bright red, but now it’s frozen into gray.

The back hall is empty, without any burial items, even search is unnecessary, and it is clear at a glance. In the middle are three black thunder patterned dragon stone beds, and the platform is covered with wooden lobsters 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 when he entered the funeral, and his wife and children accompanied him to the burial.

As a funerary burial, it sounds very unfortunate, but in that era, there is no way.

On the ground behind the three stone beds, a huge square stone slab protruded. Two strange human-faced birds were carved on the stone slab in a circle shape. The middle of the stone slab was embossed with Taiji gossip. This is a tomb stone, and the entrance to the underground palace must be under this stone slab.

Other than that, there is really nothing in the apse, and the openness is too much.

The fat man looked around and said: “Wannuoer is really miserable and willing to give money to his men to build a house, but not money to buy furniture. This is how other people live? He must be accounted for by all.

The Chinese monk said: “Don’t talk nonsense, if you can build such a mausoleum, you will still be reluctant to sacrifice a few sacrifices? There must be some 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 power, but no matter how, the broken ship has three nails and no gold and silver. There will always be a few pieces of general copper.

Searched again, and there was no passage around to lead to other places. Then he came to the side of the tomb slab. The fat man threw his arm up and lifted it up firmly. He greeted others to help.

In order to prevent traps such as poisonous 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. , He Hua Monk and Ye Cheng went up to promote the slate.

The strength of a few burly giants was really not covered, so he heard a bang, and the slate was removed a little. They continued to work hard and slowly pushed the entire slate 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 going on?” Pan Zi wondered, “Is this tombstone fake? Furnishing?”

“Impossible, this is the most basic funeral style. I will not 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, these bricks saw no iron seal, it seemed a little problem, but I want to draw a conclusion, I don’t know how to say.

The fat man said: “Whether he is, no one, it’s hard to get a back to the tomb of the emperor, you can see it by removing the bricks.”

Ye Cheng immediately echoed. Actually, I think so too. We people ca n’t say that we are stealing the tomb now. We are simply calling Ming Robbery. When we are stealing the tomb, we are still afraid to disturb the surrounding residents and the patrol officers, but Now that the nearest police station is 800 miles away, we do n’t have to worry about anything at all.

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

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

The fat man was very proud, with a big expression on his face, “I see it, our brother is not good”. The dull oil bottle did not give him a face, nor did he look at him.

It’s easy to handle a gap. We are busy to help and dig out the bricks with a mountaineering pick.

Strangely, the bricks below still have no traces of iron paste, and all are staggered structures, which are not difficult to dig.

My ominous 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 (Sun Dianying) dug the tomb of Ci Xi, if there was explosives, even the skin of the stone seal of the underground palace could not be shoveled, this is the case here It ’s easy to open the blue brick, and it ’s definitely not right. Will there be any strange things below?

But the oil bottle doesn’t speak. Generally, if there is a problem, he will definitely find out immediately, he doesn’t speak, and I feel that I don’t seem to be qualified.

With half a cigarette, we quickly dug out a big pit, and the last layer of blue brick was lifted out. Only seven layers were counted, probably because the height of the building here is fixed, if you do n’t hit the top of the cave , Only sacrifice the number of floor tiles underneath.

Under the bottom of the pit, a black stone similar to a patterned turtle shell was exposed.

“Is it a stone seal?” Ye Cheng was excited.

“No.” The Chinese monk at the bottom knocked and pulled out the bricks around the black stone.

Under the bricks, there appeared a black double-headed stone turtle with the size of an eight-celestial table. The pattern carved on the turtle shell now looks like 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 his best, panting and wondering.

“Move out and talk! See what is under the tortoise.” The monk Hua also couldn’t figure out his mind and started to mess around.

Actually, I do n’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, and we have dug to the bottom of the cave.

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

I looked over and saw that the fat engineer shovel hung on his waist. I don’t know why it stuck to the turtle’s back. The fat man broke it down and let it go.

I looked strange, is this turtle, is it a magnet carving?

Several people looked around, and they were all surprised. The fat man took out a coin and threw it on the back of the turtle, and it sucked firmly. The fat man said to himself: “Hey, this **** damsel, 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 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 cheated! This funerary tomb is a trap, we’ve calculated!”