According to the map on the bamboo board, our current location is between Juxian Palace and another palace.
If nothing else, that palace should be the "front hall and back bedroom" dormitory.
But according to what was drawn on the bamboo map, the coffin of the Song and Qing Dynasties was not in the palace.
This is also what makes me feel a little confused.
You know, compared with ordinary mausoleums, this tomb in the Song and Qing Dynasties is already very large, even far larger than the tombs of some emperors.
According to what the burial scriptures say: "Bury, hide."
The tomb of Song and Qing Dynasty completely complies with this rule, but why was his coffin not stored in the palace?
I couldn't figure it out, so I accelerated my pace.
In any case, once you see Song Qing's coffin, all the mysteries may be solved.
The temperature of the place we are now is very low, similar to that of Song Banqiao's tomb.
It is freezing from head to toe.
Even the mountaineering pickaxe in my hand is like ice, and it hurts my fingers from the cold.
The farther we go, the shorter the illumination distance of the miner's lamp becomes.
This is not because the miner's lamp is about to run out of power, but that the place we are in is getting darker and darker.
If we turn off the miner's lamp at this time, I am afraid that even each other's teeth will be damaged.
I can't even see it.
I really can't see my fingers.
But even so, we were moving at a slow pace.
We didn't stop until Wang Jianggan suddenly snorted and then yelled.
"What's wrong, Jiang Gan?"
I asked him.
"I scratched something and hurt my calf."
Wang Jianggan said through gritted teeth.
I could feel that he was holding back the pain.
I didn't talk nonsense to him, and directly shined the miner's lamp on his calf.
This photo even shocked me.
Wang Jiangqian didn't know what he had scratched, but there was a horizontal, bone-deep wound on the back of his calf.
The wound kept pouring out blood, even staining the shoes and socks.
After all, Wang Jianggan had been a soldier and knew how to deal with wounds.
He quickly squatted down, tore the damaged trousers into strips, and stuck them near the wound to prevent excessive blood loss.
However, that The wounds are still shocking.
I was worried that he would get a secondary infection, so I took out gauze, water and Yunnan Baiyao from my bag, simply cleaned and bandaged his wound, and then connected the archaeological shovel to him to use as a crutch.
Wang Jianggan's military qualities were also reflected at this time.
I can imagine how much pain the wound would cause him, but Wang Jianggan didn't say a word, just frowned.
After finishing all this, we started to look for the thing that caused such wounds to Wang Jiangqian.
Soon, I discovered that not far behind us, there was a section of white bones exposed on the ground, and there were still things on the white bones.
There was a trace of blood, and there was no doubt that Wang Jiangqian had scratched it on this thing just now.
"Why are there bones on the ground?"
I touched the white bone.
It was a piece of broken bone.
It looked like a leg bone or an arm bone.
"I'm not sure.
They might be the bones of the craftsmen who built the tomb.
These people didn't have coffins, so they could only die in various corners of the tomb, either from starvation or suffocation."
Hua Baozi said.
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Because it was just an ordinary bone, we didn't explore it too much.
We helped Wang Jianggan and continued to move forward.
Nowadays, we walk very slowly, firstly because of Wang Jianggan's injury, and secondly to avoid other people being injured by this kind of bone mass.
"Lin Bei, do you still remember the song of Qiankun Ten Thousand Years?"
Gu Xinlie said suddenly while walking.
I was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Remember."
"I always feel that this thing is a bit weird.
A prophecy that does not belong to you is actually placed in a tomb.
Since you remember it, just pay attention."
Gu Xinlie nodded and said.
Hearing what he said, I suddenly had a bad feeling in my heart.
This Song of the Universe was written by Jiang Ziya.
Logically speaking, even if an inscription is placed in the tomb, his own inscription will also be placed, but this The Song and Qing dynasties happened to place the Song of the Thousand Years of the Universe.
If I remember correctly, the Song of the Thousand Years of the Universe that we have found in this tomb so far are part of the lyrics from the Yanhuang era to the Zhu Yuanzhang period of the Ming Dynasty.
But there was a thousand-year gap between the Ming Dynasty and the Warring States Period.
What did the Song and Qing Dynasties want to do?
"Master Lin, isn't this Ten Thousand Years Song of Heaven and Earth one of the ten prophecies in ancient times?
What are the other nine?"
Wang Jiangqian leaned on the shovel and jumped to my side on one foot and asked.
I smiled softly, and when he asked, I said: "The prophecy culture of ancient China and the horoscope predictions of the West are similar, but compared to China, which has been passed down for five thousand years, the so-called prophecies of the West are indistinguishable to the discerning eye.
The top ten prophecies start with Jiang Ziya’s Song of Thousand Years of Heaven and Earth, followed by Master Buxu’s prophecies of Master Wu Zhuge Liang, Li Chunfeng’s acrostic poem, and Yuan Tiangang’s recommendation.
The back picture, Huang Boyun’s poem by Zen Master Huang He, Shao Yong’s Plum Blossom Poetry, Liu Bowen’s Shaobing Song and the Jinling Pagoda inscription, the last one is the Hundred Years of Wuhou written by a man who called himself Zhuge during the Republic of China.”
At this point, I paused, took out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it, and then continued: "Among them, I think the ones with the highest authenticity and accuracy are Tuibei Tu and Qiankun Wannian Song.
The second is Zhuge Liang’s Ma Qian Le.
These ten prophecies are widely circulated, and the only one that can be compared in the West is Damus’s Century.”
The three of them listened with great interest and were not in a hurry to speak.
After a while, Wang Jianggan asked me in surprise: "Master Lin, I can write this acrostic poem and it can also make prophecies."
I didn't laugh at him, I just gave him a roll of my eyes and let him figure it out for himself.
The group of people talked and laughed and walked forward for about a hundred or two hundred meters.
"Brother Gu, let's check how many guys we have on hand and prepare them first, so that if something unexpected happens, we won't be able to use them in time."
Hua Baozi took a cigarette from my hand, put it under his nose and smelled it. , clamped it to his ears, and said to Gu Xinlie.
Gu Xinlie nodded, stopped, and let us start counting the equipment together.
After a careful inventory, we found that we had two small grenades, three packs of explosives, three Sterling submachine guns and a Herstal submachine gun, Hua Leopard's scimitar and Gu Xinlie's black long knife, as well as Wang Jianggan crossbow.
All that remains are four paratrooper knives, three mountaineering picks, and two archaeological shovels.
There is plenty of ammunition, so as long as you don't encounter a lot of rice dumplings and black snakes like those in Banqiao Tomb of Song Dynasty, there will be no problem.
As for the food, we had eaten it all after encountering the purple-scaled rat, and there were still four pots of clear water.
All in all, as long as we can explore the tomb in one day, we won't have any big problems.
I don’t know how long we walked, but suddenly, the leopard shouted: "Gold" The three of us poked our heads and took a look, and sure enough, not far from us there was a "golden mountain" as tall as one person.
It seemed that Song and Qing Dynasties had piled it here.
"This Song Qing seems to be too rich."
I squinted my eyes and muttered to myself.
You know, even in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there were not necessarily many gold veins.
But since we entered the Song and Qing tombs, we have seen several meters high gold walls, gold monuments, and this "golden hill".
If these golds were piled together and smelted into gold coins or ingots, the amount would be difficult to estimate. of.
I doubt that even the monarchs at that time might have owned so much gold.
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To put it bluntly, with this money, Song Qing could find a remote place and establish himself as king.
Gu Xinlie picked up a piece of gold, weighed it in his hand, and said, "The purity and hardness of this gold are very high.
It is not ordinary gold.
Song Qing is indeed a bit too rich."
Just when we were suspicious, Wang Jiangqian's eyes suddenly stared straight ahead and murmured to himself: "Young Master Gu, Mr.
Lin, we encountered the nine-story demon tower again."
Hearing Wang Jiangqian's words, I trembled all over.
The first thing that came to my mind was the white Gu worms in Prince Zhuang's tomb that made people feel numb just looking at them.
I can still think of their sharpness even now.
The scene where his teeth instantly tore a piece of flesh into pieces.
Thinking like this, I twisted my stiff neck.
Wherever the miner's lamp shone, there was indeed a strange tower.
This weird tower is facing the "Golden Hill".
The tower has seven floors and is a "gold"-shaped bone tower built with countless white bones.
The tower is as white as jade and exudes an indescribable cold air.
The scale of this tower is huge, with the base being a hundred meters long and wide.
It is hard to imagine how many human bones were used to build this tower.
The middle of the tower is hollow, and each floor is filled with countless skulls.
These skulls are large and small.
There are strange black characters on each bone of the bone tower.
In comparison, the nine skulls in King Zhuang’s tomb are The Layer Demon Tower is simply insignificant and has no comparison at all.
"Nine-story Demonic Tower" I looked at the towering and strange bone tower in front of me, and couldn't help but think of the demon tower crawling with corpse worms in King Zhuang's tomb.
An invisible fear also emerged in my heart, and my heart was beating fast.
When it reaches the throat, the mouth opens to speak.
The nine-story demon tower recorded in the Book of Brahmanyana shocked me so much that I almost died in its hands when I was in Yunnan.
According to legend, this kind of demon tower is a demon tower dedicated to evil gods.
Every year, the Vanyana Kingdom sacrifices countless livestock and women as blood sacrifices to this demon tower.
However, this is a foreign legend.
We don’t know what it really is.
And know.
But there is no doubt that the nine-story demon tower is really demonic.
"It's the Seven Tribulations Bone Tower."
At this moment, Gu Xinlie suddenly opened his mouth and said, and the black long knife at his waist was quietly unsheathed
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