Daomu Biji

After two days of running around, we finally arrived in the glacier valley of Xiaosheng Snow Mountain. Everyone was covered with snow foam and exhausted. However, as the sun was setting, we climbed up and looked out, and the surrounding scenery amazed us. was intoxicated.

However, Mengyou Pingping's behavior at this time surprised us. We don't know why he knelt down in front of the snow-capped mountain and gave a very respectful gift. It seemed that he had some special feelings for this mountain.

After prostrating, he returned to his unconcerned expression and just slept with me. He climbed up to the bare rock on the side and closed his eyes to rest. I couldn't help but become curious again. I really couldn't see through. What was hidden in his dark eyes?

Everyone knew who he was along the way, especially the few of us, so no one asked him what was going on. He was not expected to answer, but judging from the looks in the eyes of Chen Pi A Si and others, it was obvious that they felt very Puzzled. Only Shunzi didn't take it seriously, probably thinking that Menyouping was also a Korean.

Everyone had their own thoughts and rested while watching the scenery. After a while, we all recovered our physical strength. The fat man lit up the smokeless stove and we gathered around to make tea to keep warm. At the same time, Shunzi also started to do his homework and took a few sips. After the hot wine calmed down, he pointed to several surrounding snow-capped mountains and explained their origins to us.

This is his duty as a tour guide, and this guy is very dedicated.

He said that in the legend of Changbai Mountain, the Little Saint Snow Peak, the Great Saint Snow Peak and the mysterious Three Saints Mountain here were a snow mountain in the prehistoric era. When Dayu was controlling floods, he passed by here and chopped two of them with a magic blade. Only then did one mountain become three.

Originally, before liberation, this place had not yet been opened. He heard from his grandfather that after going up to these three snow-capped mountains, the surrounding scenery he saw was completely different. For example, on the Little Saint Snow Peak, you can see the Three Saints Peak and the Great Saint Peak, but on the Great Saint Peak, you can only see the Three Saints Peak and not the Little Saint Peak, which is very strange. The most peculiar thing is still on the Three Holy Mountains. In addition to the two large and small holy peaks that can be seen on both sides, you can also see that behind the Three Holy Mountains, facing it far away, there is a snow-capped mountain that is more towering than the Three Holy Mountains, called Tianti Peak. That mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and its true appearance is hidden. It is said that there is a ladder on the mountain, which can lead directly to the Heavenly Palace. It is the passage between the human world and the fairyland. If the sky is high and the air is clear, you can see the ladder between the ladder peak and the big and small holy mountains. The rainbow-like glow is like a painting drawn by a fairy pen, it is beautiful and strange.

After hearing this, the fat man said to us: "This legend must be wrong. The Heavenly Palace is clearly on Sansheng Mountain, so why did it go to Tianti Peak? The person who passed down this legend must have something wrong with his eyesight."

Monk Hua thought for a while and shook his head, then explained: "No, I have studied this legend before coming here. I guess this may be a mirage formed by the refraction of the snow on Tianti Peak and the surrounding snow mountains when the Yunding Tiangong was built, because Tianti Peak is all year round. When there is fog, the heavy fog becomes a reflective curtain, and the printed image of the Genting Tiangong is hidden in the fog, as if the Tiangong is really in the sky.

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Mirage phenomena mostly occur in desert lakes and are very rare in snow-capped mountains. I'm afraid it's not accidental. It may be because this is the source of dragon veins. This phenomenon is called "shadow palace" in Feng Shui. I've only seen it in one place. What are the specific details of Bengu? Here in the treasure cave, there are many strange things, so it is not surprising that anything happens.

We talked in dialects, I used Hangzhou dialect, Monk Hua and others used Changsha dialect. Shunzi couldn't understand the meaning and didn't pay attention to it. After talking about the scenery, he stood up and said to us: "Bosses, you guys take a break first, eat something, and then do whatever you want, but you have to hurry up, it's getting dark, and there's no way to set up a tent here. It's difficult to walk on a dark road, so we have to find a relatively flat place overnight, and the wind may pick up at night." After saying that, he poured tea and distributed it to us, and he stood far away to rest knowingly.

I looked at my watch and saw that there was still more than an hour before the sun set. The time was long or short, and I had rested enough. It seemed like it was time to get down to business.

However, the surroundings are covered with snow, and there are no special traces. If there is a burial tomb here, it must be buried in the snow. The entrance should be in the snow layer under our feet. The environment in the snowy mountains is so different from that on the ground. We all have no experience and don’t know how to start.

We all stood up and gathered around Chen Pi Asi, wanting to discuss what to do next.

After such an intense trek, Chen Pi Asi still didn't recover. Lang Feng handed him the wine gourd and let him drink a few mouthfuls. Monk Hua rubbed his back to promote the flow of his blood, and his expression gradually softened, but he still looked very depressed. When we asked him, he just took a brief look at the surrounding mountains. We said: "The location of the treasure cave is right under our feet. I don't have a good idea. Let's put down a few shovels and see what's under the snow before we make a plan."

Everyone nodded. In fact, I also know that there is no better way. Fighting backwards and forwards, it never changes from its origin. After finding the dragon's acupoints, it is to explore and locate the acupoints. The only difference in the past generations is the tools used to explore the acupoints. The process is almost the same. So without the excitement of opening the coffin, tomb robbing is actually a boring job.

The snow was much softer than mud, and the shovel struck smoothly. Monk Hua and the others were very fast, and soon there were more than a dozen holes in the snow. However, almost all the shovels penetrated five or six meters into the snow slope. The fat man thought that Ye Cheng was as weak as a skinny monkey, so he ran to help and used brute force, but he still only got a little in. Every time he pulled it out, nothing came out of the shovel.

Monk Hua looked at the shovel head and found that there were a few ice crystals stuck to the shovel tip. He knew what was going on. Below was a glacier surface formed by frozen soil and ice. It was as hard as concrete. The shovel couldn't penetrate it, and he couldn't carry it with him. What's up?

"It has been snowing here for thousands of years. If the snow accumulates too much, it will turn into ice. Do you think the burial tomb will be frozen in the ice below?" The fat man asked.

We all nodded, it was very possible, but the Luoyang shovel couldn't penetrate the ice, and even if we knew something was underneath, we couldn't find it.

Pan Zi said to us: "The main reason is that the snow is too much in the way. Do we have any explosives? When I was a soldier, I heard from a few brothers that when they were in the Greater Khingan Mountains, the production brigade there would regularly go to the snowy mountains to clean the blood." Just one blast hole can blow up all the snow, which is very worry-free. By blowing up the snow, the situation under the snow will be clear at a glance. It will be much easier for us to search again, and we will save the need to dig holes."

I know what he's talking about, the layer of snow that forms every time it snows. There are gaps in the middle. As long as there is a small explosion, the whole mountain will shake, and the entire snow layer will slide down, forming a chain reaction, and the last layer will collapse layer by layer.

There are several small snow-capped mountains in the Daxinganling forest area. In order to prevent the snow from being too thick and causing avalanches to harm the forest area, the local engineering team often had to manually clear the snow after heavy snowfalls. The conditions at that time were simple and the personnel went up to blast holes by themselves, which was risky. Now they are all directly bombarded with mortars.

Monk Hua squeezed Xue and said, "I have explosives, but look above our heads. Would it be suicide to set off a bomb here?"

We looked up and saw towering snow cliffs above. It extends from front to back, connecting the entire Hengshan Mountains like a snow dragon. We are like a few ants underneath, too insignificant. As long as a little bit of snow is sprinkled on it, we will sleep here forever.

Pan Zi looked a little dizzy, but still insisted: "Changbai Mountain is a tourist attraction, and the snow is cleared here every time. I don't think it's a big problem. If you don't want to clear the snow, then we can go back early. You Trying to dig out things hidden in the snow in snowy mountains is the same as looking for a needle in a haystack. Let me tell you, the mountaineering team searching for trouble in the snowy mountains of Tibet also does this. There is no other good way. When the old man wakes up, even if he finds the acupuncture point accurately, , you still have to use explosives, otherwise the robbery hole will never be able to be drilled down. With this shot, you are done."

I thought about it and disagreed: "This is too much of a risk. I would rather spend some time shoveling it with a shovel."

Pan Zi said: "Little Third Master, we only used explosives because we ran out of time. If we had time, we would wait until summer. We have to give it a try anyway. Third Master is still waiting for us to go."

Monk Hua waved his hand to ask us to stop, and pointed at Lang Feng: "You don't have to argue, we don't count what we say, let's listen to the opinions of professionals."

I was stunned for a moment. Along the way, I didn’t know what role Lang Feng played among them. When Monk Hua said this, I was a little surprised. Is he an expert in this field? Several people looked at Lang Feng to see how he would react.

Lang Feng saw us looking at him, a little uncomfortable, and said to us: "I think Lao Pan's statement should be feasible. In fact, I had expected such a situation before coming here. I have certain preparations, and I am professional in this matter." , I can control the power of the explosives, and the sound will not be too loud. In fact, as long as there is a small vibration under the snow, the purpose can be achieved. Sometimes just a firecracker is enough."

"Are you sure?" The fat man asked, "This is not a tomb explosion. We are setting off firecrackers in the tofu, letting you blow a hole in the tofu, but you can't see it on the surface. This is a delicate job."

Lang Feng nodded: "When I was a miner, I fired more than 10,000 blastholes. This is not difficult."

Monk Hua looked at us and pointed at Lang Feng: "Don't look at him. He usually doesn't talk. This guy is an old miner for 20 years. He started blasting holes when he was fourteen and flattened no less than twenty mountains. Show this to the old man. Zhong Jin has only been in the industry for a year, and he is already known as the God of Guns. When it comes to explosives, no one is better than him."

"Are you the God of Guns?" Pan Zi on the side opened his eyes wide, obviously he had heard of this name.

Lang Feng scratched his head in embarrassment and changed from his cold demeanor in the past few days: "It's all given by colleagues, it's just a nickname."

Monk Hua said to him: "You don't have to be modest. You have to use your expertise on such occasions." Then he turned to us and said: "Lang Feng has not missed it so far. When he explodes something, he says it will explode into several pieces." A few slices, I absolutely believe him, since he said so, I think I can give it a try, do you have any opinions?"

The fat man looked at me. He had experience in snow exploration and had heard a lot about avalanches. He obviously felt it was a bit mysterious, but he was on my side. He looked at me because he wanted me to express my opinion.

I thought about it, Chen Pi and Ah Si are real group professional tomb robbers. Unlike Uncle San, they are more traditional and like to use the old method to enter ancient tombs. The degree of dependence of these people on explosives is beyond our imagination. Moreover, Monk Hua said so, this Lang Feng should be quite capable.

So I was heartbroken and nodded to the fat man, "Let's fight. There is actually no way out at this time. I wonder if they can really listen to me if I don't blow it up?"

After we agreed, Lang Feng and Ye Cheng took out a special Luoyang shovel, screwed on a special shovel head, and dug several holes in the snow.

Then Lang Feng mixed several powders to create an explosive, and buried several low-power detonators deeply inside. I knew that this explosive was specially prepared, and its power was only about ten firecrackers. It was used for The power of drilling holes to destroy the sealing stone of ancient tombs will definitely be even less powerful after Lang Feng has readjusted the formula.

Most of the modern tomb robbers have considerable engineering knowledge. With just a few and a very small detonator, they can blow up a hole in any place that can accommodate people through. I have known this for a long time, but seeing it with my own eyes This is actually the first time.

Shunzi was drinking tea nearby and went crazy when he saw this scene. He had seen pilgrims planting national flags, he had seen poachers sneaking out at night, and he had also seen people crossing the border illegally, but he ran up after all the hardships. It must be the first time I took out a detonator to blow up a mountain. He ran over and stopped Monk Hua, shouting: "What are you doing? Boss, you are crazy——!"

Before he finished speaking, Lang Feng knocked him out with a pickaxe behind him. Shunzi fell to the snow and was dragged aside.

I felt a pain in the back of my head when I looked at it, and thought that being our tour guide was miserable enough. Not only did we walk a lot, but we also had to endure this. But thinking about it, there is really no other way. Shunzi can tolerate everything, and he will never tolerate us blowing up the mountain. After all, he still wants to hang out here. There was no way to continue the work without knocking him unconscious.

The fat man asked Monk Hua: "What shall we do with this kid in the future?"

Monk Hua said: "Ignore him for now, we still have to rely on him to go back, take him to the underground palace and leave him aside. Then give him more money. What else can he do?"

Lang Feng's performance was extremely professional and he almost didn't let us interfere. He worked alone. The detonators were arranged according to a model of a stress-bearing structure. He waved everyone to climb to the bare rock to prevent the chain from waiting. The reaction wrapped us up together.

I originally thought that the sound of the detonator exploding would be very loud, at least causing a wave of snow. Unexpectedly, as soon as Lang Feng pressed the detonator, I heard no sound at all, and saw that the flat snow suddenly cracked, and then Large swaths of snow began to pour down the slope like a waterfall, and the slope suddenly became steeper, and there was nothing under our feet.

However, this pouring did not last long. The snowflakes stopped rolling down, and a large turbid and uneven white mixed layer of ice and snow was exposed under the snow slope. This is the surface of the fourth-century ancient glacier mentioned in the textbook.

The fat man had his eyes closed next to him, thinking that there was no explosion. I shook him, and when he opened his eyes and looked, he was surprised and said: "Ahab, there is really no sound, it's amazing." Then he immediately looked at it uneasily. Look at the top of your head.

I don’t know whether it was luck or Lang Feng’s skill, but except for a little bit of snow above us sliding down due to loss of support below, there seemed to be no problem. After a while, no big looseness was seen, and we gradually relaxed.

I gave Lang Feng a thumbs up, and Pan Zi also patted him and made a "you are awesome" gesture.

Lang Feng laughed sheepishly, but before the corners of his mouth cracked wide enough, a piece of snow suddenly hit his head.

The expressions of several people changed. The fat man hurriedly waved to us and whispered: "Shh!"

We all fell silent subconsciously. A few of us looked up again and saw an inconspicuous but chilling black crack gradually appearing on the snowy slope above our heads, about a hundred meters above us. Slowly bursting, countless tiny cracks spread across the snow. As the cracks spread, tiny chunks of snow rolled down and hit us all around.

I immediately felt cold all over and knew something had happened.

It seems that Lang Feng's reputation as the "God of Guns" is coming to an end today.