The two people were fascinated by what they heard, and each had some emotion.
However, with greed and greed, the Buddha and Bodhisattva could not even think of persuading them to turn back and give up.
After talking and talking, they returned to the ancient tombs in western Henan.
Dayan Die'er said: "Sell the Yin and Yang pillow for a sum of money.
Each of the three brothers will get a share.
Each person's hand will not be much.
Since there is such a good opportunity to make a fortune in front of us, how can we miss it so easily?"
He He didn't give up until he saw the Yellow River, and made up his mind to do this big job.
Success or failure depended on it.
He didn't discuss it with me or cheeky, he had already opened the pillow and took out an ancient map from hundreds of years ago. , open it now for us to see.
In the picture, there is a lake that is narrow at both ends and wide in the middle.
It is bordered by Jilong Mountain to the west, Qianma Mountain to the east, and Caoxie Ridge to the north.
It is surrounded by mountains on three sides.
In the middle is Xiandun Lake, which belongs to the Xiong'er Mountain Range in western Henan.
I drew a red circle, that’s the ancient Xiong’er Mountain The location of the tomb is that the underground palace is dug into a hidden mountain.
The mountain was originally one of the undulating peaks.
It sank to the bottom of the lake due to subsidence thousands of years ago.
It is located in the deep mountains of western Henan that are inaccessible to humans and has no roads to access it.
You have to climb mountains and ridges to get in.
I have been disturbed by the nightmares in the murals of Liao tombs, and my face is getting worse day by day.
I know in my heart that there must be something weird.
The jade coffins and gold figurines are rare in the world.
The underground palace that appears in the nightmares of the murals is most likely the Xiong'ershan ancient tomb. i miss me We have been memorizing words recently.
Blessings have always been unparalleled.
We have heard from ancient times that misfortunes do not come alone.
But blessings are not misfortunes, but misfortunes cannot be avoided.
It is useless to think about it without going to the ancient cemetery and palace to see what is going on.
We immediately talk to those two people.
Settle the matter.
I said: "A good start is half the success.
Our trip to western Henan this time will be different from last time.
There are some things we should prepare in advance."
Dayan Die'er said: "Brother, what you said was copied from the root.
It really spoke to my heart.
It's up to you to prepare what you should prepare."
Before I could say anything, he said shamelessly: "There's no need to ask.
The first thing to prepare is of course money.
Before the troops and horses are moved, food and grass go first.
Isn't food and grass bought with money?"
Da Yandian'er said: "We three brothers scraped the pot together and saved some money.
It's enough no matter what.
What else should we prepare?"
I said, "We need to prepare flashlights, dry food, and shovels.
The Xiong'er Mountain Ancient Tomb has been sunk at the bottom of the lake for many years.
Even if it is exposed, the silt sealing soil will not be shallow.
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If we want to dig in, I'm afraid it won't be possible to finish it in three or two days."
We still know too little about this ancient tomb and Xiandun Lake, and we don’t even know who is buried there.”
Dayan Die'er said: "We didn't come up with that ancient tomb ourselves.
The map left by Yin Yang Duan Gong Zhou Yu Ji is not wrong.
For example, after crossing the Sanmen Gorge of the Yellow River to the west, there is Fenglingdu. , wherever there is a mausoleum in the place name, there are ancient tombs.
Just because of the ancient times, many people I can’t even tell the origin of the place name.
Fenglingdu is the place where Fenghou’s bones are buried.”
He paused and continued: “What I mean is that the origin of the ancient king of Xiong’er Mountain has long been lost, but the ancient tomb is still there.
There are many legends left under Xiandun Lake.
There are gold figurines buried in the underground palace.
This is unmistakable. " The three of us discussed each other in the hot pot restaurant from noon to night.
The charcoal in the pot was changed several times.
It was already dark and there was no one on the road.
Later, the boss became anxious: "You guys You're so talkative.
I've never seen anyone so good at talking.
If I had known you had this talent, I should have let you go to the Sino-British negotiations.
If you want to spend the night, don't spend the night with me.
Just check out and leave.
You should go.
Wherever you go.”
We were kicked out by the shopkeeper with continuous scoldings, and we felt really unsatisfied, but things were different now than before, and we didn’t want to cause trouble, so we had to go back and prepare separately.
First, we collected money for travel expenses, and then I went to Dushikou again to explain the tomb passage.
They took part of the money from the stone sale and gave it to Cheeky to settle down the house.
Secondly, they often collapsed stones and had a lot of explosives, but the control was very strict, and the explosives were equipped with detonators.
Instead of going out, I asked an acquaintance for two short muskets.
They were homemade guns used by fellow villagers to hunt pheasants.
I thought that Xiong'er Mountain was no better than Tongtian Ridge.
It would be impossible to defend yourself without a gun when you go to a place deep in the mountains where wild beasts roam.
It's safe and sound.
The local gunpowder gun made by Dushikou fellows is used for shooting lead bullets.
It's not very powerful, but it's better than nothing.
It can be disassembled and stuffed under the backpack so that no one will find it out on the train.
When I got home, I received a letter from Sonnier.
Along with the letter came a large package of hazelnut mushrooms.
I was about to read the letter back, but Taiyandieer had already received the train ticket.
We would take the train to Nanyang first.
Then take the road from Yahekou Reservoir to the mountains.
Since there are not many trains on this line, it is difficult to take the train in the carriage.
The train was overcrowded and overcrowded.
When the train passed the Yellow River Bridge, I squeezed in the window and looked west.
The sunset had not yet faded.
The Yellow River flowing eastward was like a jade belt.
The beauty was hard to describe.
The sky quickly turned gray, then from gray to dark. , it finally got dark, and I took out Sonnier’s letter from I read it from cover to cover and recalled the time I spent hunting foxes with her in the mountains.
I felt dazed for a while.
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Unknowingly, the thousand-year nightmare in the murals of Liao tombs appeared in front of me again.
The man with disheveled hair and dragging his intestines in the coffin reached out to me.
I caught him, I was so frightened that my efforts were in vain I raised my arm to block, and the back of my hand touched the nails of the dead body.
I felt a chill in my bones.
The train just arrived at the station and stopped.
I woke up with a start as the carriage rocked back and forth.
Cold sweat dripped from my forehead.
I knew I had that nightmare again.
When he lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand, he saw a few blood stains
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