Among the reliefs on the Zhenling Pu, there is a magnificent palace at the highest point, complete with moon city, turrets, inner city, stele, tower, sacred wall, stele pavilion, sacrificial hall, spiritual platform and other buildings.
The mountains and rivers behind are all distant views.
There are no hill foundations under the palace, but several rays of light and rainbow shadows, walking in the sky, surrounded by flying dragons, showing an otherworldly and fairy pavilion style.
Below, it shows the Shinto under the Xuan Palace.
Mountains stretch on both sides of the Shinto, and the towering peaks are dense and dangerous, making the castles in the sky even more majestic.
This Shinto should be the valley called Insect Valley.
The fat man looked at it and said with a smile: "Xian Wang is crazy about wanting to be a god.
He even built his tomb like the Jade Emperor's heavenly palace and built a damn building in the sky.
It would be better to bury him directly on the moon."
Shiry Yang said: "All the clues say that the king's tomb is in the water dragon halo.
No matter how magical the water dragon halo is, I don't believe that there is a place that violates the principles of physics in this world.
The carvings on the back of this mausoleum must have been through Artistic processing, or something else.”
I said to Shiry Yang and Fatty: "The so-called water dragon just refers to a waterfall with a large flow; the halo is the neon produced by the rising water vapor.
It is tangible and intangible, so it was regarded by the ancients as a fairy bridge and it was impossible to build it.
Buildings.
The sculptures we see in this palace should not be the royal tomb, but the above-ground sacrificial facility of the royal tomb, called the Ming Tower.
According to the Qin and Han Dynasties, the underground palace of the royal tomb should be ten feet below the ground of the Ming Tower.
This tradition was preserved until the end of the Qing Dynasty."
Shiry Yang asked me: "If it is to offer sacrifices to Minglou, that is to say, after King Xian dies, at certain intervals, someone will enter Minglou to hold a worship ceremony.
But according to the human skin map, According to records, there is a long-lasting poisonous miasma surrounding the king's tomb, which prevents outsiders from entering.
Where did the people who worshiped the king enter?
Could it be that there is a secret passage that can pass through the poisonous mist?"
There are two reasons for the occurrence of miasma in valleys.
One is due to the topography.
Deep mountains and deep valleys, poor air circulation, excessive humidity, and rotten animals and plants mixed in will produce toxic miasma.
There is another method, which may be that after the king's tomb was completed and the king was brought in, the concave terrain in the Insect Valley was used to plant special plants in deep unventilated places.
These plants themselves are poisonous.
It formed a barrier to protect the king's tomb.
However, it is not necessarily a poisonous plant.
During the Qin and Han Dynasties, the technology of extracting mercury from mercury sulfide was very mature.
It is also possible that a large amount of mercury was placed nearby.
Over time, the mercury volatilized into the air to form poisonous gas.
But this possibility is unlikely.
No matter how stagnant the air is in the valley, it is still an exposed space and will eventually dissipate, unless the craftsmen who built King Xian's Tomb have other ideas.
The three of them discussed it and took out the blind man's human skin map for comparison.
They found that the human skin map had a little less than the Zhenling Pu.
On the stone carvings on the back of the Zhenling Pu, in a place in the valley, there was an inscription: There is a strange-shaped toad with its mouth wide open.
Near the tomb of King Xian, there is also a symmetrical toad with its mouth also wide open.
On the human skin map, there is only one toad in the valley, and the toad's mouth is closed.
The person who drew the human skin map to the King of Dian knew nothing about the situation after the miasma and only roughly standardized some features of the periphery.
It is obvious that the situation inside the tomb of King Xian is strictly confidential and not everyone can know it.
This small difference is difficult to detect if you are not paying attention, because there are many rare birds and animals on the Zhenling Map and the human skin map.
These animals do not necessarily exist near the tomb of King Xian, and some are just symbolic. meaning.
This has something to do with the worldview of ancient people, just like some ancient maps that use dragons to represent rivers and turtles to represent majestic mountains.
This toad is very inconspicuous.
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It seems that it is not accurate to call it a toad.
Although the shape is similar, the posture is definitely not the same.
The face is very hateful, the abdomen is round, the lower limbs are on the ground, the forelimbs are held in front of the chest like pushing a door, with the head held high, the eyes are wide open, as if they will not close their eyes, the nostrils are turned upward, and a strange mouth is disproportionately large to the body. .
I pointed to the toad on the mausoleum map and said: "The two toads inside and outside the valley are completely symmetrical.
In the whole picture, there is only one symmetrical place inside and outside the valley.
It is probably where the poisonous miasma passed through the underground during the sacrifice."
The passage and the strange mouth of the toad should be the gate.
There is only one marked on the human skin map.
That is because the person who drew the map does not know the situation inside.
As long as we find this place in the Worm Valley, we can enter the deep Tomb of King Xian. ” Shiry Yang agreed with my judgment, but Fatty didn't understand it at all and had no choice but to listen and drink.
We checked the map several times.
As long as we could find the valley, we would be sure to find the toad that might hide a secret passage.
We got off Jiaotu's back and looked around, seeing a mess all around.
The two fallen trees, the broken jade coffin, the wreckage of the transport plane, the great eagle owl that was shot into a ball of rags by a Chicago typewriter, and the most numerous corpses in the tree.
The fat man kicked the dead eagle owl on the ground with his feet: "beat it to a pulp, or else pluck the feathers and roast them, and you'll have lunch today."
I said to the fat man: "Don't worry about the dead bird for now.
Go to the cabin and see if there are any usable guns and ammunition."
The wreckage of the C-type transport plane had been completely shattered.
Fatty opened the damaged casing and rummaged through it, looking for anything that could still be used.
Shiry Yang and I went to clean out the skeleton of the US Air Force pilot.
I took off the double-ended clamp from his hand and squeezed it a few times.
It made a ticking sound.
I thought that the blood seeping out of the jade coffin dripping on the jade also made a ticking sound.
The eagle owl was pecking in the cabin.
The tree lizard also made a sound like a signal, and there was also the sound of the python hitting the jade coffin.
It is probably impossible to confirm where the code of the ghost signal came from.
I prefer to believe that it is the ghosts of American pilots who are warning us.
However, one special thing caught our attention, that is, the clothing markings worn by this pilot belong to the bomber formation, not the transport aircraft.
In addition, there is a piece of tattered white cloth behind him, which reads: The U.S.
Air Force is coming to China to help in the war, and the military and civilians are assisting as one.
This shows that he is not a member of this C-type transport aircraft.
The climate in this area is complex.
Due to the large drop between the mountains and the basin, the air flow and pressure are extremely unstable.
It can indeed be said to be an airplane graveyard.
Maybe there were other crashed planes nearby, and the survivor fell victim to the jade coffin as he walked out of the jungle.
So I dug a hole in the ground with an engineering shovel and wanted to bury the pilot's body, but I found that the ground here was too wet and full of plant roots.
It was not suitable for burying people at all.
No wonder the priest wanted to be buried in a tree. superior.
Shiry Yang and I discussed and decided to temporarily use the cabin wreckage of the C-type transport plane as a coffin and temporarily store his bones in it.
After returning, we would notify their people to take them back to China.
At this time, the fat man had already picked up three or four intact Thompson submachine guns, as well as more than ten magazines and drums.
He then helped to roll up the American's bones in a thin blanket, stuffed them into the cabin, and then buried them with stones.
Block the gap in the cabin body.
Shirey Yang tied a cross with branches and erected it in front of the wreckage of the transport plane.
We stood in front of the cross.
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Shirey Yang silently recited a few verses from the Bible, hoping that this American airman who sacrificed for human freedom could rest in peace.
This situation reminded me of facing the bodies of my fallen comrades on the front line.
Suddenly I felt my nose was a little sore.
I blinked hard and looked up at the sky.
The fat man suddenly took two steps forward and said: "Rest in peace, dear friend, I understand your unfulfilled wish.
The responsibility of the glorious post-war construction is ours to shoulder.
Rest in peace, dear friend, the white clouds and blue sky are dedicated to you.
Hymn, the flowers on the top of the green peak tell us that a martyr lies buried here.”
I have always been helpless with the fat man's words and deeds, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Seeing that it was almost noon, and if they continued to delay, they would not be able to reach the entrance of the valley today, he called them to set off.
Although the Thompson submachine gun has a heavy weight, after this long night, we fully realized the importance of the submachine gun in the jungle.
Except for Shirey Yang who was not used to this typewriter, Fatty and I each picked one.
The "Jianwei" and the remaining Type 64 pistol were temporarily used by Shirey Yang.
Carry as many magazines and drums as you can, and also bring those black waterproof plastic bags used to seal firearms.
We continued to move forward along Zhelong Mountain, eating some dry food to satisfy our hunger while walking.
Today's trip is relatively easy.
I learned from yesterday's lesson and tried to walk on slopes close to the mountains.
In the part where the mountains and the forest meet, the plants are much sparser than in the deep jungle.
There is neither the humidity and heat in the jungle nor the cold caused by the high altitude on the mountain.
Waves of fresh plant fragrance penetrated my heart and spleen, and I suddenly felt refreshed and clear-headed.
The sleepiness of the day and night seemed to be relieved a lot.
After walking northwest for four or five hours in this way, I saw a large area of flower trees with red, white, and yellow flowers the size of a bowl, and countless large butterflies dancing.
There is a large stream passing through the flowers and trees.
Deep in the forest is a forest, that is, tall trees are gathered together in layers, which are obviously half taller than the nearby plants.
This meandering stream may be what the locals call the Snake River.
The Snake River water system in this area is concentrated underground, and this stream is the only one on the surface.
The stream flows through the flowers and trees, passes through a large forest, and flows into a deep valley in the distance.
The scene inside the valley cannot be seen through a telescope.
I took out the human skin map and looked for nearby reference objects to confirm that it was correct.
This was the entrance to Worm Valley.
After this section, as the terrain gets lower and lower, the water flow gradually increases, and the embankment left when building King Xian's Tomb should be right in front.
Although the ground is overgrown with weeds and most of it is completely covered by plants, some fragments of bricks and tiles can still be seen, which should be the remains of the King's Tomb Shinto.
Seeing that we finally arrived at the Worm Valley, we couldn't help but feel refreshed and moved forward faster, preparing to camp and rest near the ruins of the embankment wall.
I walked into the flower trees.
At first, these low flower trees were blooming.
They were colorful and endlessly colorful.
But deep in the trees, they were all red flowers and red leaves.
Looking at it, it looked like a huge group of flowers.
Fire clouds and groups of golden swallowtail butterflies shuttle among the red flowers.
This is truly a magical place.
Compared to the dark jungle not far away where we spent the night, it is a completely different world.
The fat man said: "It's a pity that those two insect catching nets were thrown away.
Otherwise, we could catch hundreds of butterflies, take them back to Beijing as specimens and sell them, and we could make a lot of money.
It seems that there is no money in this world."
"Little, if you don't go out to see it, how can you think of it if you stay in the city."
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Shiry Yang said: "These trees with red flowers and red leaves are called feather-split sacred ferns.
They were formed before the Tertiary Period, tens of millions of years ago.
Creatures of the same generation were basically extinct in the vicissitudes of life.
The sacred ferns were The fern has become a relic plant.
It mainly grows in dark and cool dense forests.
These large exotic butterflies are probably only found in this area.
If you catch hundreds of them at a time, don't you want this rare money butterfly?
Did it become extinct along with the Feather Split Sacred Fern?”
The fat man said angrily: "Really, you just like to teach others.
I just said it casually.
If the fat man comes to catch butterflies, I can't control my temper.
I just catch the little butterflies and they are gone."
There is no way to get a bargain, as a single piece of utensil can be enough to eat and drink for half a lifetime."
The three of them walked through the flowers and trees while talking, looking for the relics of the ancient Shinto, and came to the area where the flowers and trees meet the trees.
This is the entrance to the Worm Valley.
As we get closer to the tomb of King Xian, the ancient ruins become more and more obvious.
There are two bare rocky mountains at the mouth of the valley, which are very dazzling.
However, they are covered by forests, and the bare rocky mountains inside cannot be seen from the outside.
No one expected that in such a dense jungle, there would be two huge rocks with no vegetation, which was unexpected and weird.
When we looked up, we all thought the two stones looked like something.
When we took a closer look, we saw an eye painted with black paint on each stone.
However, it was not the eyeball shape like Muchen Beads, but eyes with eyelashes.
Deep and majestic, although the composition is rough, it is extremely expressive.
Could this be a sign that the dead King Xian is watching everyone who dares to enter this valley with his eyes?
Shiry Yang walked closer and looked at the rock, then turned to us and said: "This is a meteorite split in two.
Most of the nearby crashes are related to it
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