Daomu Biji

We rectified the equipment, put out the smokeless stove and put it away, and folded all the pickaxes and shovels. Several people seemed to have a tacit understanding, and the speed was very fast. They all packed up quickly and gathered around the breach we dug.

This is a typical behavior when people have a common goal. In fact, it sounds naive to say it. No matter how fast you clean up, it has nothing to do with whether you can go down early, because no one has touched the imperial tomb, and you have to go through it no matter what. It was a familiar process, but at the time I just felt that I couldn’t let others take the lead.

So there was a ridiculous scene: after gathering around the breach, everyone suddenly didn’t know what to do. It was as if many people had been discussing where to go for a long time and then found out after deciding that no one knew the way. Several people looked at each other, a little stunned.

I looked inside the cave and made a little analysis in my mind. Everything else was fine. There was a fatal problem. Our location was directly above the abyss. There was a drop of more than 100 meters from the fetal hole where the Spiritual Palace was. Although we had enough ropes to cross the 20-meter horizontal distance, we couldn't cross this 20-meter horizontal distance - we couldn't get over it by swinging.

Chen Pi Ah Si behind him saw us like this and sneered: "A bunch of losers." He stood up and told us to get out of the way.

I laughed secretly in my heart. Chen Pi Ah Si’s old man mentality is still unavoidable. We have always followed his lead. After the fat man showed his hand just now, he inevitably felt uncomfortable. When he saw us like this, he couldn’t help but say something. Using bad words to save one's status is a common mentality among many elderly people.

We made a gap for him, and Monk Hua smiled mockingly and said: "Old man, aren't the young ones all fainting with joy? We have never seen such a huge formation. What do you think of this fight...how to defeat it?"

Chen Pi's Si squatted down with Ye Cheng's support, looked inside the hole, and said: "Everything remains true to its origins. To be careful, let's first find someone to climb up these wooden pillars supporting the ice dome, and walk along the corridor The pillar climbed to the top of the cave, and then used a rope to descend to the roof of the elevated building outside."

We looked at the ice-covered wooden pillars. Each pillar was more than 100 meters long. They were definitely not logs from a single tree. There must be wooden wedges connecting several pieces of wood. Such a structure would not have a problem with bearing pressure. But I don't know if it can withstand the pulling force. If it doesn't work, it's doomed. After a wooden corridor collapses, it will inevitably hit other corridor columns during its fall, and the entire ice dome may collapse. This method is still very risky.

But at that time, everyone was in a hurry to think about it and did not think too much about these things. Moreover, it seemed that there was no other better way.

The only person suitable for traveling here is Pan Zi.

The others were not up to standard regardless of their physical strength or weight, so Pan Zi had no choice but to take the lead.

We tied a butterfly buckle rope around his waist and only wore some lightweight equipment. Panzi looked a little excited. Chen Pi Asi gave him a sip of wine to calm him down and said, "Don't get carried away with joy. Our goal is not here. Go down and make some moves to show off your highlights for me."

Pan Zi nodded, took a deep breath, then carefully climbed into the ice well, then used the flying tiger claw to wrap around the wooden corridor on one side, swung across it like a special forces soldier swinging a rope, and climbed up onto the wooden corridor pillar.

As soon as we stepped on it, the wooden pillars made a series of very uncomfortable ice crackling sounds. We all held our breaths immediately, and Pan Zi's face was pale and motionless, for fear that the pillars would disintegrate and break.

Fortunately, after waiting for more than ten minutes, the crackling sound of the pillars stopped, the surroundings returned to calm, and the force returned to balance again.

I thought so too, maybe I was overthinking it. The ice dome above was so heavy and the pressure between the wooden corridors was very strong. We were just like ants, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief. After being frightened like this, we all sobered up a little, and the inexplicable excitement subsided to a certain extent.

Panzi continued to move forward, walking more carefully, almost dancing in an extremely slow rhythm. Our hearts beat at his pace. With great difficulty, we finally reached the cliff at the end of the corridor. More than a hundred meters below, there was the cave.

The flashlight we shined on him was too diffuse, so Pan Zi picked up five or six straight fluorescent sticks and threw them down one by one.

Several rays of light fell straight down in the darkness, some disappeared at the end of the abyss like meteors, and some fell more than ten meters before hitting the tile roof, bouncing a few times and stopping. At the same time, the chemical substances in the fluorescent rod reacted due to the violent vibration, and the light became brighter and brighter, vaguely illuminating the situation inside the ice dome.

Then Pan Zi dropped the rope, one hanging to the top of the tiles below, and then quickly slid down.

Seeing Pan Zi landing steadily on the tile roof, we felt relieved. Pan Zi made a few gestures to us, which probably meant that this process was safe.

We began to get excited again, and the next one was Monk Hua. We carefully followed the gourd and painted the scoop, and one by one we descended to the tile roof without any danger.

Climbing a 100-meter balance beam and more than 100 meters of rope is no child's play. After I reached the bottom, I could barely stand. I had to be supported by Pan Zi to stand still on the glazed tiles. My legs began to feel weak involuntarily due to the feeling of being on the ice wooden pillars during the meeting.

I used seven flashlights to look around and found that the slope and cliff in the ice dome were almost vertical at about 30 degrees. The cave was very deep, and the palace went straight into the mountain. The innermost situation could not be seen. The top of the mountain and the top of the spiritual palace almost fit together. The tile roof we are standing on is the roof of the outermost elevated 'main hall'. The cornices on the eaves are all facing phoenix and dragon heads. On both sides of the roof ridge are the owl kisses of the town house. The yellow tiles and red beams are very royal. A few of us stood crookedly on it, and it felt like Stephen Chow's version of the showdown at the top of the Forbidden City.

The fat man wanted to lift up a tile to take a look, but found that the tiles and tile beams were so frozen that they couldn't be broken off at all, so he had to give up. One by one, we carefully picked up the faucet on the cornice and used the rope to descend to the porch outside the main entrance of the Spiritual Palace.

The porch is a place similar to a sacrificial altar. The elevated paved floor is made of stone slabs. Year-round cold has made the stones brittle, making a crunching sound when you step on them, and they may break at any time. This should be the end of the plank road that was built to enter the mountain. Now the plank road has been demolished. On one side is a dark abyss, and on the left and right are a row of copper tripods covered with ice chips, which are all black and unknown. of ancient ashes.

The style of the bronzes and the appearance of the palace have a very obvious Han style. It seems that when Wang Zanghai went there to contract the project, the design was still unable to exceed the limitations of his own nation and era. In other words, it may also be that with the national power of Dongxia at that time, They can only make do by plundering things from the Han people on the border.

On the other side is the gate of the Spiritual Hall. In front of the gate stands a stone tablet with no words. Behind the stone tablet is the white jade gate of the palace. The gate is very large, almost as tall as three people and two people wide. The stone door is carved with many strange human-faced birds dancing in the clouds. I can't tell the names. The brass door roll above the door is a tiger's head. The door cracks and door shafts have been watered. Now the door panels on both sides are frozen. Like a whole.

Standing here and looking at the ice dome above, the faint light shines through from above. My eyes seem to be fogged up, and the things I see are much older. It is difficult to express this feeling in words.

Monk Hua wanted to take some photos here first, so we took the opportunity to take a breath and look around. Ye Cheng walked around, and after seeing the cliff below, he sighed: "I really don't understand why Emperor Wannu has to put the mausoleum in a place where birds don't poop, on the flat ground. Isn’t it bad? Isn’t this tormenting people?”

I said: "The idea of ​​being an emperor is different from that of ordinary people. Maybe it has something special to do with their religion. You see, there are many temples in xīzàng, all of which are built in places that are inaccessible to people. To get close to the heavenly spirit, we ordinary people cannot understand this."

The fat man shook his head and disagreed: "I think the reason for building it here is very simple. I just don't want others to come up. There must be something good in this imperial mausoleum. The old boy Wannuhuang holds it as a treasure and won't give it to anyone even after he dies. , we have to educate him well this time." As he said that, he and Lang Feng took out the pry bar to pry the palace door.

It sounds funny to me. Fatty is such a real person. If he were the emperor, I don’t know where he would place his tomb.

There is no natural stone behind the jade stone door. With a crowbar, the ice on both sides of the door shaft burst. We used a chisel to smash the ice in the crack of the door, and the door could barely be pushed open through a gap. A burst of black energy surged out, and we hurriedly avoided it. Monk Hua said it was okay. It was the anti-cháo paint stuck on the back of the door, and it was now frozen into powder.

The palace door opened a crack and could no longer be moved. It seemed that the door shaft was rusted to death. I took a flashlight and shined a light inside. I couldn't see anything in the empty spiritual hall. The darkness inside seemed to absorb light.

Ye Cheng couldn't wait to go in, but the fat man stopped him. He turned around and asked Menyouping: "Brother, take a look first, is there any clever mechanism here?"

Menyouping touched the door and looked at the relief on the door. After looking at it for a long time, he shook his head to express his uncertainty: "Follow me and don't talk."

We have reached a consensus that what this person is saying must stop. The fat man and I nodded vigorously, and several of them took out their self-defense tools.

Menyouping dodged, crossed the knee-high threshold, and walked in first. The moment we followed closely, crossed the threshold, and walked uneasily into the darkness inside, I suddenly felt an extremely strange feeling coming towards me.

I suddenly thought that we might be the first people to enter in the past thousand years. Think about what has happened in this huge palace that no one has watched in the past thousand years.