Daomu Biji

This was truly an unexpected situation, and everyone panicked.

Pan Zi flipped up the folding shovel on his waist with one hand and jumped into the pit. He started to chop as he turned, but the fat man's feet swung around and missed, and he hit the stone on one side, causing sparks to fly. When the fat man saw how hard Pan Zi was using, he yelled: "You must chop on target, don't chop my feet, Fat Master!"

Pan Zi also yelled: "Don't move, otherwise the wages will be cut from your thighs!" As he spoke, he took another swing, but he didn't expect that this time he still missed.

The fat man shouted: "Change someone else, this guy doesn't like me and wants to take revenge."

Ye Cheng and Monk Hua on one side jumped down to help, trying to hold down the fat man's legs. Unexpectedly, Ye Cheng fell down and before he could stand firmly, he suddenly collapsed. The entire stone corridor below collapsed again, and he shrank down. .

This was just adding to the chaos. Monk Hua rushed up to grab him, but he couldn't stand still. He stumbled and bumped into my hand that was holding the fat man. My angle was not good for exerting my strength, so I lost my hand as soon as I hit him. Fatty The whole person was dragged down.

Things happened too fast, and the lighting was not good, so I was so panicked. Several people rolled into a ball, and the fat man fell into the bottom of the pit like a meat ball. I, Pan Zi, helped him fall heavily on the slope of the brick pit. I felt a little bad at that time. Before I could stand up, I heard a series of "clicking" sounds coming from under the brick layer.

My face turned pale as soon as I heard this. I was very familiar with this sound. It was the sound of large-scale longitudinal cracking of frozen stone materials when we were doing stress experiments on buildings.

Before I could figure it out, there was a sudden earthquake all around. The entire pit suddenly sank downwards, and the stone corridor below the pit collapsed. No one could react and suddenly lost their balance. They all rolled down the slope like a slide, wrapped in bricks and fell into the depression of the wooden corridor.

Before I could even thank myself for my foresight, my butt felt numb and I had already fallen onto a slope, and then I slid straight down. Fortunately, there was a rope tied up and it was tightly stretched to prevent him from sliding down. Then the bricks all around him fell on his head.

My butt hurt from the fall. I covered my head and tried to sit up, but the slope under my butt was too steep and I couldn't get enough strength from my feet. Block the bricks with your hands and ask others if they are okay. No one answered me, only a series of curses and the clanking of bricks.

After the bricks finally stopped, I was able to raise my head and look around. It was a mess. Several flashlights were wrapped in the bricks, and some fell down the slope into the darkness below. Fortunately, these German products used for mountaineering are strong and not a single one was broken. But a little light shined through the gap between people and bricks, but it still couldn't illuminate anything clearly, and it was pitch black all around. You can vaguely see a big hole above your head, which is a break in the stone corridor, and we slid down from it.

This should be below the Linggong Hall, in the space above the steep rock. We were falling on a steep slope. If it hadn't been for the rope, we would have rolled to the bottom.

Ye Chengcheng hung next to my head and was hit hard. I grabbed him and asked him if he was okay. He told me that he had eaten lunch. Stupid.

Monk Hua shouted in the darkness: "Be careful, there may be a zongzi here, you bastard. If you have hooves, take them out! Fatty, where are you? Is that thing that grabs your feet still there?"

The fat man was at the bottom. We and Brick all fell on him, which was really embarrassing. I heard his moans coming from the pile of bricks: "You're still holding on, and you're almost touching the top of my thigh.

I've got him clamped, pull me out quickly, otherwise you fat man, I won't be able to keep my dick! "

"That's my hand!" Pan Zi on the side yelled!

"Holy shit!" Fatty said angrily, "You don't know how to pick a good time to act like a hooligan?"

Without flashlights, the few people who were not restrained had no choice but to pull the bricks down the slope in the dark. Pan Zi dug it out for me first, but his hand was pinched by the fat man and he couldn't pull it out. We continued to dig, and soon the fat man also dug out. He was relieved and said with a sigh of relief: "You guys are really willing to crush me after being cut a thousand times. Fortunately, I brought the magic fat with me, otherwise I would have returned to my rightful place this time."

Pan Zi had no time to argue with him and said, "Where's that thing on your foot?"

In the darkness, the fat man moved his feet, seemed to feel something, and said: "No! It's impossible to still be able to catch it after falling like this. We may have crashed it down the slope. How can there be rice dumplings in a place like tn?"

Monk Hua said: "They must still be nearby, be careful, take the black donkey's hooves and find the flashlight first!"

I hurriedly went to touch the flashlight under the bricks, but I couldn't feel it. However, Ye Cheng on one side touched it. Pulling out the pile of bricks, the surrounding area suddenly lit up. He picked it up and immediately looked down.

I was underneath him, disgusted with blocking the flashlight light, and just wanted him to dim it a little. Suddenly, I saw Ye Cheng's face turn green instantly.

As soon as I saw his expression, I immediately started to break into a cold sweat, thinking to myself, could he be next to me again? I gritted my teeth and turned my head to look around, and suddenly I saw a strange blue-purple dry face peeking out from my shoulder, only a foot away from my nose.

I let out a frightened "Ouch" and shrank back. I picked up a brick with my left hand and patted it. I didn't know if I hit it, so I turned around and climbed up.

At this time, several other flashlights were dug out, and all the surroundings were suddenly bright. I climbed up a few steps, but because Ye Cheng was on top, I couldn't get out of the way, so I slid down again. When I looked to the side, I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

I saw that on the steep cliff under the main hall of the Spiritual Palace, layers of simple terrace-like protrusions were built. On these protrusions, they were almost neatly filled with such frozen blue-purple ancient corpses, layer by layer. The first floor looks like the Arhat Hall in the temple, huddled together, densely packed, with ferocious faces. Their bodies are obviously frozen to death. They are all sitting here meditating like monks. Their heads are so black that you can’t see them. Don't know how many there are.

Ye Cheng was the most timid here, and said tremblingly: "Holy shit, is this the monk's charnel house with a golden body?" He felt a little weak as he said that.

Chen Pi Asi held him down, waved his hand, and said to him: "Don't be afraid, it's just a corpse." He pointed at my feet. I looked down and saw a mummy that had been trampled into powder among the bricks under our feet.

"The dead people here are as cold as stones and will break into pieces when touched." Chen Pi Asi said: "It is impossible for these things to transform into corpses. There should be no rice dumplings here."

"Then what was that thing that grabbed my feet just now?" the fat man asked.

Chen Pi Asi said: "Your feet may have been hooked by the corpse's hand just now. Otherwise, if it were a zongzi, do you think you still have legs? If you don't believe me, just look at your trousers."

The fat man looked down at the pants he had just grabbed. Sure enough, there was a hole, and a hook-shaped dry hand was in the pile of bricks not far from his feet. I picked it up and took a look. It was extremely hard and impossible to stretch and grasp someone's leg.

Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Pan Zi also sighed exaggeratedly: "If you are so timid, you will get it wrong."

The fat man was furious. He wanted to refute but couldn't find a reason, so he could only sulk and murmured: "The hand really grabbed my foot just now. I can't tell the difference between being hooked and caught? tnd If you don’t believe it, pull me down.”

We used flashlights to look around. This was under the main hall, and there was a huge space. Because the corpses were lined up so densely, we couldn't see the end, but apart from the corpses, there weren't any other suspicious objects.

Pan Zi asked Monk Hua: "Why are there so many dead people here? I have never even heard of it."

"Looking at the situation, it should be a compartment for burials. I can't understand this at all. No imperial tomb of any dynasty looked like this. Who are these dead people?" Monk Hua said to himself.

I suppressed my fear and used my flashlight to shine on one of the dead people, and found that the facial features of the corpse were quite well preserved. The eyes were closed, and there were wrinkles on their faces, but none of them had beards. Their whole bodies were covered with a thin layer of ice. What was frightening was that the skin of these ancient corpses were all blue-purple, and their mouths were wide open, and there were actually things growing inside. It's fangs.

"These may not be human beings." The fat man looked at them and said, "Look at these teeth, they can make people look bad if you slap them."

"Not a human?" Ye Cheng's face turned pale again. "What is that? A monster?"

"Maybe they are the legendary snowmen, but these are hairless." The fat man started to talk nonsense.

"Fart!" Monk Hua shouted: "What about the monster snowman? The teeth of these corpses were sharpened by themselves. This is a custom of ancient shamanism. Later, because it was too troublesome, masks were used instead. These are definitely not from the Ming Dynasty. Jurchens, look at the clothes of these corpses. They are all very primitive, not Jurchen or Mongolian style. Also, you see, some of the corpses are still wrapped in linen. These are mummies formed by ice burials."

I thought of the ice burial pits I had seen the night I camped in the Little Holy Valley, and asked, "Could these corpses be the remains of ancestors buried in ice dug out when Wang Zanghai was digging mountains to build tombs?"

Monk Hua nodded: "It's definitely true. This fetal-shaped cave may have been a cemetery in the past. The local ancient ancestors carried out ice burials here, but the land was planned for Wang Zanghai as a fake burial tomb. These corpses must have been dug in the cave. Digged.”

The fat man asked: "If it's true as you said, why not just burn them? What's the purpose of putting these corpses here?"

"Who knows, look at how scary these mummies are. Shamanism has many primitive and weird witchcraft rituals and curses, which are said to require the help of corpses. The layout here may be related to shamanic witchcraft, and maybe something weird will happen. , maybe we won’t be able to get out no matter how we walk up there, just because of these corpses, we have to be careful.”

I think of the Corpse Array in the Qinling Mountains. It seems that in places with a large number of corpses, something similar to ghosts breaking into walls will always happen. Is it really a witchcraft at work?

Shamanism is not a complete religion. It is actually a kind of primitive witchcraft, which means that it has practical value and is closely related to pharmacology and spiritual worship. My knowledge of shamans is limited to the dancing shamans in Qing palace dramas. However, it is said that shamanic witchcraft, like Qimen Dunjia in China, was lost in stages in history. Some good things were introduced into Tibetan Buddhism, and some evil things suddenly disappeared. It can be seen from ancient books that many rituals of shamanic witchcraft in ancient times were extremely sinister and perverse, containing a lot of content about curses and corpses, and were inextricably linked to voodoo, and the Ku people believed in voodoo. Is there anything in common between the two?

After listening to Monk Hua's words, the fat man suddenly realized: "No wonder, when I enter this spiritual palace, I always feel my feet burning and feel uncomfortable all over. It turns out that there are so many rice dumplings buried underneath. Wannu's conscience is really broken." .”

Monk Hua said: "I also speculate that the most important thing now is how to get out. Let's search separately. Are there any exits around?"

After speaking, Monk Hua added: "But be careful. This place looks a bit evil anyway, and there will always be safety risks. And the cliff here is too steep. If something happens, you won't be able to run away."

Everyone agreed, and Fatty couldn't wait any longer. Several people untied the carabiners, picked up flashlights, dispersed, and began to carefully search the steep canyon wall.

It is not a pleasant thing to walk among so many corpses, but it is a bit strange that the more corpses there are, the less panic you feel. It may be that when fear reaches a certain level, you will have a rebellious emotion. .

The corpses were arranged extremely densely, leaving no space for people to walk in the middle of each row. We almost squeezed through the gaps between the corpses. The corpses were old and young, and they were all as frozen as purple rocks. I saw that some people were still carrying copper magic weapons, which were completely rusty green. The lower bodies of almost all the corpses were fused with the rocks below. Together, you have to move him unless you break him.

After searching for a long time, I found nothing in this direction. Seeing myself getting further and further away from the others, I always felt uneasy. I was just about to pretend that I had finished searching and went back to the hole to ask others about the results, when I heard Pan Zi shouting. A voice: "Damn fat man, what are you doing?"