Daomu Biji

The main hall of the Linggong is the main part of the entire mausoleum and is the largest in scale. After entering, the first thing you see is the large stone pillars on both sides of the spiritual path in the middle of the Linggong. They are about five meters each. I think of the " The scene when Feilai cut the hanging coffin, presumably everything here was hung up bit by bit in this way from the cliff that we now think is the most impossible.

In the darkness between the stone pillars, you can vaguely see a large black lamp slave, and behind it is pitch black. I don't know why when I shine a flashlight on it, there is no reflection of any light. It seems that there is a void, and I don't see any burials. Taste.

The fat man made a fuss and wanted to try lighting the lanterns. I told him no. This building is still standing here and has not collapsed. The low temperature here is a very important factor. If a large number of lanterns are lit, ice crystals on the tile roof will form. Melting may cause some small collapses, so I don't want to do it.

We could only rely on flashlights to move forward in the darkness, affecting the environment. No one spoke, as if they were afraid of waking up something in this spiritual palace. The surroundings were frighteningly quiet, with only the echo of our footsteps and surroundings in the air. The sound of people breathing heavily.

Ye Cheng was the least experienced among the people. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but say: "It's so damn quiet. Why do I feel so cold all over? The less sound there is, the more panicked I become. Let's talk. Don't do this." Very thief——"

Before he finished speaking, Menyouping made a soft gesture to shut him up. The fat man said softly to Ye Cheng: "Don't come up with bad ideas. Aren't we just thieves? This little brother has a sharp ear. When you speak, we can't even hear you even if we step on the mechanism. Can you take the responsibility?"

When Ye Cheng heard that there might be a trap here, he hurriedly covered his mouth and looked around nervously, fearing that some hidden weapon was coming.

Monk Hua said: "There's no need to be so nervous. This place is for sacrifices. The Dongxia regime will probably come here every year to offer sacrifices, so the chance of having an institution is slim. And this place is quite old, so don't worry."

"Nonsense." Upon hearing this, the fat man wanted to refute Monk Hua.

I patted him and told him to stop being troublesome. Just now I told others to stop talking, but I couldn't stop talking.

With such a thick ice dome outside, once it is closed, it will be difficult to open it again, and the plank road outside has long been burned. This shows that no one intends to come back after the Linggong is closed. Monk Hua could not have thought of it, but in this kind of thing It is unnecessary to increase unnecessary panic.

We continued to move forward, and after walking for less than five minutes, we arrived at the center of the main hall of the Spiritual Palace. There was a jade platform in front of us, surrounded by several huge bronze statues with human heads and bird bodies. This statue was not a human being. The Buddha is like a twisted pillar covered with lichen. No one can tell what it is. It looks very weird.

The fat man asked Monk Hua, "What the hell is this? Isn't there a seated statue of the tomb owner in the spiritual hall? Did the tomb owner have this kind of virtue? Isn't this a big leech?"

Monk Hua said, "This may be the alienated 'Changshengtian' their main god in Eastern Xia religion."

"This god is so tall," the fat man murmured. "What's the difference between it and a laundry stick?"

I patted the fat man again to tell him to build some moral integrity. We are still on his territory, so he is not afraid of retribution.

However, I know that this weird black totem is not the Immortal Heaven. Although I don’t know much about shamans, I know that the Immortal Heaven has no image.

Changshengtian represents a ubiquitous and infinite power and is a kind of cosmic worship. Monk Hua said this either to show off his fatness, or to cover up his guilty conscience.

The environment here does give people an inexplicable sense of tension. Except for Chen Pi Ah Si and Men You Ping Ping, who still have the same bad faces, everyone else behaves more or less strangely.

But if what is placed in the spiritual hall is not a shrine for worship, then what should be placed is the seated statue of the owner of the tomb. Is it really like what the fat man said, that the Eastern Xia royal family looked like this? impossible? This - this is not the shape of a human being at all. It looks more like the evil god in Haitian fetishism. I saw it once when I was watching an exhibition in Shanghai. The gods there are like this, like a rice cake. Giant molluscs.

I suddenly remembered the record in that copper fish: The Eastern Xia royal family were all monsters dug out of the ground. Could this be it? No, this thing can only be said to be a monster. I believe the Dongxia people would not be so stingy as to consider a piece of rice cooker as their emperor.

It would be nice to see what is documented in the other two copper fishes. I thought to myself, there is no need to guess so hard, I don’t know when I will have this opportunity.

While we were thinking wildly, Pan Zi on the side called us: "Look here."

We turned around and found that Pan Zi had climbed up a bronze statue and carefully held something out of the mouth of the human-faced bird.

Pan Zi is also a troublemaker. I said nervously: "Be careful of the trap."

Pan Zi nodded and held it very carefully. Soon, a gilt-faced bronze monkey with green fangs came out. It was also engraved with countless strange patterns, like a tattooed imp.

We were very curious as we had never seen such a design. Pan Zi jumped down and held it between us, and several people gathered around to watch. After looking around, I only found that this thing was made of bronze, and there was no other explanation for the reason.

This kind of thing is common in archeology, because on the one hand, tombs have strict occult rules, and on the other hand, they are the personal affairs of the tomb owners. There are many tombs with unspeakable funerary objects. Those established rules You can collect and organize things and get infinitely close to the truth, but you can only guess at personal things. There are many things that only appear once in history. No one can know the intention except the sufferer in the tomb. .

Monk Hua checked the other four bronze statues and found the same thing. He speculated that if this mallet was their main god, the surrounding ones should be the guardian beasts of the main god. This may have something to do with the local myths and legends that are very regional. We are not in that dynasty, so we can no longer understand the real situation. But what he couldn't figure out was why it was made of bronze. The Ming Dynasty was already a very developed Iron Age.

I looked around the totem and found nothing. We walked back again, and there was darkness behind us. We didn’t know how deep it was.

What makes me a little strange at this time is that in the main hall of the Linggong, there are usually giant cauldrons and everlasting candles used for sacrifices, as well as warm pavilions, treasure beds, thrones and sacred thrones. Now there is no trace of these, which is a bit strange. However, the situation is greater than the form. The Dongxia Kingdom has been living in the deep forests of Changbai Mountain. I don’t know what kind of living conditions it is like. These things may not be included in the Jurchen customs.

The fat man was already a little irritable at this time. The purpose of his coming here is to touch things. How could I not be depressed after running all the way but not seeing any obvious objects that could be taken away? As we were walking, he asked us if we could let him look behind the lamp slaves to see what was in the darkness behind.

Mengyou Ping waved his hand to him, meaning no. He took out a fluorescent stick and threw it over there. A green light flashed past and fell into the darkness behind the lamp slave. The green light suddenly disappeared. Disappeared, as if thrown into black cotton.

The fat man looked dumbfounded and asked softly: "What's going on?"

Menyoupin shook the head of the medicine, indicating that he didn't know.

I said to him: "We saw from the outside that the main hall is not that big. Our flashlights did not reflect light. There must be light-absorbing paint on the hall walls. If you leave alone, I guarantee you will not come back. It is better not to act rashly."

The fat man said: "Then you tie a rope around my waist, and if I touch something, it will count as your share, and it will count as your technical share. Ten percent, how about it?"

I was most annoyed by the fat man's behavior, and said angrily: "You are going to be crazy and wait until we are all out. Don't implicate us now."

Pan Zi also said: "What the hell are you so anxious about? Where are you now? If you tie a rope and go in later, you will only have a thigh left after you pull it out. Do you think we should go in to find you or not?" You see how well Mr. Chen’s team is working together, you can rest easy and don’t embarrass our Third Master.”

The fat man sighed and said in disappointment: "Yes, there are many of you, so I can't defeat you. Fatty, I just obey the organization's arrangements. I will never betray the organization before I find out the enemy's situation."

"If you find out, you are not allowed to betray me. You are going to start fishing for profit right now. What will you do if you enter the underground palace? How much can you pretend?" I said angrily.

The fat man raised his hands to express surrender and smiled playfully. I knew his temper. It was useless to say anything now. There was nothing I could do to him. I had to remind myself to keep an eye on him to prevent him from getting into trouble.

Walking further in, we saw the end of the main hall, where there was a jade door, which was made of four pieces of white jade. The door shaft was decorated with a hundred-legged dragon made of colored glaze. The lintel was embossed with music and dance figures. There are two boys guarding the door carved on the door. There is no running stone behind the door either. The door is watered with sentries. After we pry it open, we find that behind the door is a dark corridor leading to the apse of the Spiritual Palace.

When the fat man saw the two dragons on the door, he immediately became energetic again, his eyes lit up, and he said to us: "I have seen this kind of door at an auction. This is called a dragon axis glazed bolt, and the whole door is auctioned It’s 200 million, which is still Hong Kong dollars. Oh my, this door doesn’t look very heavy.”

I knew what he wanted to incite, so I poured cold water on him and said, "Don't worry, it's just speculation. Nowadays, cash antique transactions are sky-high if they exceed 20 million. This one is worth at most 400,000."

"No way." Fatty didn't believe it: "Freak 400,000 to 200 million? Is there such an outrageous thing?"

I thought in my heart that the two copper fishes in my pocket were both worth 20 million, but who would buy them when they were actually sold? Who doesn’t know what the auction houses are doing now? They all think that if they don’t open for three years, they will eat for a lifetime if they open. When the young man actually spends 200 million to buy a door, all he has to do in the next life is spending money.

The fat man's world view was immediately destroyed by me. He looked a little dull when he looked at the door. We ignored him and walked into the corridor and towards the back hall.

The apse is usually where the entrance to the underground palace is. There is usually a decorative coffin, lit with eternal candles, which will last all year round, or a large number of sacrifices piled up, which will be replaced regularly by the tombkeepers. Dongxia, a small secretive border country in a state of constant war, is not expected to have many good things, but the entrance to the underground palace is usually located inside, so we must go and see it.

Entering the corridor, on both sides and above the head, there are murals in front. The murals are covered with a layer of ice, making them gray and gray. After I saw the double-layered mural in the gap, I have always been interested in this kind of descriptive thing, so I turned on a flashlight to take a look.

At first glance, I felt chills all over. I saw on the murals, almost all the paintings were of hundred-legged dragons coiled in the clouds and mist. They were coiled up and flying all over the wall. At first glance, they looked like they were crawling with centipedes. Same.

The murals are divided into several parts. Some murals also show many soldiers wearing furs, bowing to the centipede dragon in the sky.

There are also two hundred-legged dragons entwined together on the head. I don't know if they are having sex or fighting.

On every mural, the centipede dragon must be the main part. The characters around them all look very small and extremely humble. It is obvious that the Eastern Xia people worship this centipede dragon even more than we Han people worship the panlong.

Ye Cheng took out his camera and took pictures of all the murals. This can be used when selling Ming ware, because the regime in Dongxia is uncertain, and the price of photos of the tombs can increase several times.

"Who do you think is buried in this tomb? Wan Nu's wife or his subordinates, how could they paint such murals?" Ye Cheng asked while taking pictures.

I don’t know either, and I feel a little strange in my heart.

Generally speaking, there are two types of tomb owners in accompanying mausoleums, one is their own descendants and relatives, and the other is their own favored prime minister. For descendants and relatives, the content of the murals is mostly life scenes, while for the favored prime minister, the content of the murals is usually scenes from life. Scenes of the government, such as civilian officials controlling floods and military attachés attacking troops. There are so many deified dragon shapes painted on them, which would be considered normal if seen in the main tomb, but something is wrong here. Moreover, the image of the owner of the tomb is not visible in the murals.

Even if the dragon is the main subject, and these paintings highlight the majesty of the dragon, there should be a leader who kowtows devoutly below. Because it is a burial mausoleum, the leader must be King Wannu, and the owner of this mausoleum should be under King Wannu. They are worshiped on the left and right, but all the people on the murals are dressed as slaves or soldiers, without any leaders.

This is simply unreasonable among the murals in the imperial mausoleum. It does not conform to the regular murals. If it is painted here, it is equivalent to not being painted at all.

The fat man suddenly asked: "Is it possible that the murals here are also double-layered?"

I touched it and found that some of the murals here had fallen off. I didn't find any special features underneath. I shook my head and said no. There must be a story behind the murals in the volcanic crevices, otherwise there would be two floors in such a place. The mural really doesn’t make sense.

While I was thinking wildly, I walked about two hundred meters, but the mural suddenly stopped. The corridor reached the end, and the exit of the apse appeared in front.

There is no door at the exit, but there is a bronze crane-footed lampstand in the center. It is half a person tall and has a very strange shape. It has a white ice film on it, making the color look darker.

We walked out of the corridor and came to the apse. The fat man lit up a cold fire and looked around. He found that the layout of the apse was almost the same as that of the main hall, but much smaller. We could directly see the surrounding palace walls, which were still the same. The hundreds-legged dragon murals that fill the sky should have been bright red in color at first, but now they are all frozen to gray.

The apse was empty, there were no burial objects, and there was no need to even search, it was clear at a glance. There are three black Raven Panlong stone beds in the middle. The platforms are covered with wooden boards with carved cloud edges, which have been cracked by the cold.

This is called the coffin stand. After the coffins are brought in, they are temporarily placed here. There are three coffins here. Obviously, there was not only one coffin when he was buried, but the wife and children of the person who was buried were also buried with him.

It sounds very unfortunate to be buried with the deceased, but in those days, there was no way.

On the ground behind the three stone beds, there is a huge square stone slab protruding. Two strange human-faced birds are carved on the stone slab, showing a surrounding shape. In the middle of the stone slab is a Tai Chi Bagua diagram embossed. This is the tombstone, and the entrance to the underground palace must be under this stone slab.

Apart from that, there is really nothing in the apse, which is too empty.

The fat man looked around and said, "Old Wannu is so damn stingy. He gave up money to build a house for his subordinates and was reluctant to give up money to buy furniture. How can a person live like this? He must have taken all the good things alone."

Monk Hua said: "Don't talk nonsense. You can build such a big mausoleum and still be reluctant to give up a few sacrifices? There must be some special fucking reason."

I also feel that it is not that simple. The situation in the apse is a bit wrong. Even if it is a small border country, its national strength is insufficient as we expected, but no matter what, there are still three nails in the broken ship. Without gold and silver, there would always be a few pieces of ordinary bronze wares.

After another search, there were no passages leading to other places. When he came to the side of the tomb sealing stone, the fat man threw off his arms and lifted it hard. He didn't move at all and hurriedly called for others to help.

To guard against traps such as poisonous sand and poisonous water under the stone platform, Menyoubo carefully checked the blue brick floor next to the tomb-sealing stone slab. After confirming that there was no problem, Lang Feng put Shunzi on the coffin platform aside, and then went up with Monk Hua and Ye Cheng to push the stone slab.

The strength of these burly men was incredible, so they heard a loud bang and the stone slab moved a little. They continued to exert force and slowly pushed the entire stone slab aside.

When we looked under the stone platform, we were surprised. There was no trace of the entrance to the secret passage under the stone platform (there was no stone sealing the tomb door), but the same green bricks as the sides. However, because The stone slab has been pressed on it for hundreds of years. There is a square mark on the ground. When you rub it with your foot, you will feel an uneven feeling. The green bricks under the stone slab have been pressed into the bottom a few millimeters.

"What's going on?" Pan Zi wondered: "Is this tombstone a fake, decoration?"

"Impossible, this is the most basic burial ceremony. I don't know how to do it. The entrance must be here." Monk Hua said.

"Will it be sealed under this layer of blue bricks?" Ye Cheng asked.

I frowned. These bricks were not sealed with iron slurry. It looked like there was something wrong with it, but I didn't know how to draw a conclusion.

The fat man said: "Never mind him. There's no one around anyway. It's rare to go back to the imperial mausoleum and you'll know after tearing down the bricks."

Ye Cheng immediately agreed. In fact, I think so too. We can no longer be said to be robbing tombs. We might as well just call them robbery. When we were robbing the tomb, we were afraid of disturbing the surrounding residents or encountering patrolling police. But now the nearest police station is eight hundred miles away, so we don't have to worry about anything at all.

We all began to over-secret adrenaline. Digging and opening the underground palace is always an exciting moment. Sometimes opening a coffin is less stressful than this moment. No one can deny this.

Menyou Ping squatted down, held a piece of blue brick with his long fingers, and pulled it up from the ground. Ye Cheng and Monk Hua were stunned and couldn't close their mouths.

The fat man was very proud, with an expression on his face that showed how awesome our brothers are. But Menyouping didn't give him face or even look at him. It was easier to deal with when there was a gap. We went up to help and dug out the bricks with mountain picks.

What is strange is that there are still no traces of iron slurry on the bricks below. They are all staggered structures and are not difficult to dig.

My ominous premonition became a little stronger. Because the entrance to the underground palace is the most fortified part of the fortress, when Sun Mazi was digging Cixi's tomb, if it hadn't been for explosives, he wouldn't even be able to remove the stone seal of the underground palace. It must be wrong to be able to build blue bricks so easily here. Is there something fishy underneath?

But Menyoupin didn't speak. Usually if there was a problem, he would be able to find it immediately. He didn't speak, and I felt like I wasn't qualified to speak.

In half a cigarette, we quickly dug out a big pit, and the last layer of blue bricks was dug out. There were only seven floors. Probably because the height of the buildings here is fixed, so if you don't want to hit the hole, The top only sacrifices the number of floor tiles underneath. Under the bottom of the pit, a black stone appeared, which seemed to be similar to a patterned turtle shell.

"Is it a sealing stone?" Ye Cheng became excited.

"No." Monk Hua at the bottom knocked and pulled out the bricks around the black stone. Under the bricks, a black two-headed stone turtle the size of the Eight Immortals table appeared. The pattern on the turtle's shell, now look at it. Come on, what was carved was a woman's face.

"What's going on?" Everyone was puzzled. This should be the entrance to the underground palace, but there was a stone turtle buried there.

"Why is there no tomb door?" Pan Zi, who had done the most work just now, gasped and wondered.

"Move it out first! Let's see what's under the turtle." Monk Hua was also confused and began to give random instructions.

In fact, I knew that there must be nothing under the turtle without moving. I had already seen the black rock under the turtle, and we had dug to the bottom of the cave.

Several people hurriedly jumped into the pit and tried to lift the stone turtle. As soon as he squatted down, the fat man said "hmm", as if he noticed something was wrong.

I leaned over and took a look, and saw that the engineer shovel hanging on the fat man's waist was stuck to the turtle's back for some reason. The fat man broke it off with force, and when he let go, the engineer shovel was sucked in again.

I looked strange, is this turtle carved from magnet?

Several people gathered around to look at it, and they were all amazed. The fat man took out a coin and threw it on the turtle's back. It made a 'dang' sound and sucked it firmly. He said to himself: "Hey, this is so fucking funny. With such a big magnet, does the owner of this tomb collect scrap metal?"

Chen Pi Asi was resting up there to see what we found. He thought he had found the entrance and asked what was going on. Monk Hua reported the situation to him.