The dark and sealed corridor was filled with a stench that could not be dissipated.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Dou Sprout couldn't help but turn around and smile, showing his neat white teeth.
I pushed him: "Get out of here, hurry up, and let me find something to block you with."
As I continued to climb forward, the corridor gradually became steeper. I suddenly discovered something and quickly asked Dou Sprout to stop climbing.
"What's wrong? You haven't reached the tomb yet." He turned around and asked.
I frowned, looked up, and said give me the headlight.
I took the headlamp and looked at the top of the corridor.
Maybe I was too nervous to see it before, but now I saw rows of characters carved on the green bricks on the top of the corridor. Perhaps it should be said that they were symbols. They looked similar to the tadpole characters of ghost drawings. There was a large area, densely arranged together.
"Is this Sanskrit? Persian?"
I looked at it for a long time and couldn't understand a single word, but this font symbol has a familiar feeling, very similar to the pictures on some special blue and white porcelain from the Xuande and Zhengde dynasties.
Especially on the blue and white porcelain paintings of the Zhengde Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty, a large number of such tadpole-like writings appeared. A few people said it was Sanskrit, and some people said it was Persian, because Persian religion had a great influence on the Ming Dynasty.
For example, Xiao Zhao in The Legend of Yi Tian Slaying the Dragon later became a Persian saint.
These symbols are arranged neatly and are dark in color, as if they were written with ink. However, if you look closely, it doesn't look like it, because if it were ink, it would have dried over the years.
"Stop being confused," Dou Sprouts turned around and urged, "No matter what he means, the most important thing is to find treasures to make a fortune."
I vaguely felt that these words were not simple, so I said: "Bring me your mobile phone."
Because of the Xiaomi incident the day before yesterday, Dou Sprout was worried about his phone being stolen, so I knew he had been carrying it with him these days. To Dou Sprout, losing it would cost thousands of dollars, and he couldn't bear to part with it.
When he first bought this phone, the seller said it could last for three months without charging, and it also had a 190,000-pixel high-definition camera.
"Help me shine a light."
I took my phone, lay down and faced the top of the corridor, and took two photos.<
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It's a bit blurry and hard to see clearly, but that's the best it can do under this kind of light.
"You just have nothing to do, so what are you doing with these things?" Dou Sprout took his phone back and complained casually.
"What then?"
"Is it the end?"
At the end of this corridor, there is a piece of torn linen covering it, just like a door curtain. The original color should be white, but over time it has oxidized and weathered, and the whole has turned into a dark yellow. It is a bit scary at first glance.
After lifting up the white cloth and getting out of the corridor, the scene in front of us frightened Dou Sprout and I.
An open underground space appeared in front of us, neither big nor small. The tunnel we drilled out was located in the southwest corner of here. It was very dark, the range of flashlight lighting was limited, and there was a thick layer of dust on the ground.
I raised my head and looked up with a flashlight. There was a four-layer blue brick roof above, more than ten meters above the ground. There were a large number of wooden pillars supporting the blue brick roof. These wooden pillars were polished smooth and rectangular. The wood itself was not painted or corroded.
It was quite serious. I saw that several of them had fallen to the ground and broken into two pieces.
“So that’s how it is”
I immediately understood what these wooden posts were for.
This is the tomb with an iron roof. The roof itself is made of four layers of thick blue bricks. Molten iron was poured into it hundreds of years ago. The weight of the iron is too heavy. In the tomb, these wooden pillars are used to support the blue bricks to prevent the weight from being too heavy.
Large enough to cause collapse.
No matter who built it like this in the first place, the iron top cannot be penetrated by a diamond needle, nor can explosives explode it under normal circumstances. This is of course done to prevent tomb thieves and prevent the owner of the tomb from being disturbed.
"Yes, if that's the case"
I looked back in confusion at the exit of the corridor in the southwest corner, where Dou Sprout and I crawled in.
This is indeed unreasonable. After all the effort and expense was taken to cast the iron initiation, why should there be such a passage that can lead directly in?
This goes beyond normal logic and even seems a bit weird.
There is a secret passage between the Tieguanding tomb and Jin Along's tomb. I guess that there is a 70% chance that the tomb in front of me is the one named "Jin Youzi". As long as the coffin or epitaph is found, the identity can be determined.
I was thinking about something when suddenly a hand patted me gently from behind.
"who!" .??.
I was so frightened that I turned around and saw that it was Dou Sprout. He didn't know when he ran behind me.
"You damn scared me to death, what are you doing!"
Dou Sprout pointed to the northwest corner, "Didn't you see? There is something there, it seems to be a table."
"table?"
I looked over with a flashlight and saw that it was indeed a four-legged table.
There were a lot of rotten wood residues on the ground, which would make a creaking sound when you stepped on them. When you got there, you saw that it was a tribute table. I said it was a tribute table because there were eight plates on the table.
Some of the plates were empty, and some had some dark, dried things in them, and you couldn't tell what they were before.
What insiders call "tribute table" is different from "offering table". The latter is for offerings, suitable for placing Buddha and Bodhisattva statues, burning incense and worshiping Buddha. The other tribute table is mainly used for worshiping ghosts, ancestors, dead people, and participation by the people.
During a funeral, the table where the portraits and incense are placed is considered a tribute, but cannot be said to be an offering, otherwise it will easily offend the family god and violate taboos.
In addition, I counted eight plates on the tribute table in the tomb.
There is a popular saying among the people: Three plates for a turtle, eight plates for a tortoise. When entertaining guests, avoid serving three or eight plates of food.
The tribute table has thirty-eight plates, which is specially used to entertain ghosts and gods.
"This blue and white porcelain is great! Can it be sold for a lot of money?" Douyazai couldn't help but pick up a plate on the table. He poured out the contents of the plate and rubbed it with his sleeve, his eyes shining.
"Look at the blue and white flowers and the little figures in this painting. How good they are. Can one of them be sold for a hundred thousand?"
I scolded him and quickly put it down. Although it was from the Ming Dynasty, the plate was not valuable, and the blue and white material was not Su Ma Li Qing, it should be from the Yuxi kiln area.
Fired in small kilns in other places, they can only be sold for a hundred yuan at most.
"ah?"
"It's only a few hundred yuan, why don't you just play with it!" Bean Sprout threw it away casually, and the plate fell to the ground with a bang, breaking into pieces.
I frowned and said it was a rule in the industry, if you want to throw one, just throw one, odd numbers are unlucky.
When Dou Sprout heard this, he picked up another plate from the tribute table and threw it away.
He didn't know it was a coincidence that he didn't lose it this time. The blue and white plate fell to the ground and didn't break. Instead, it rolled forward.
"Hey, why did you run away!" Dou Sprout took a step forward to chase the plate, and I followed behind him.
The blue and white plate finally stopped, and Dou Sprout ran so fast that he heard a bang and didn't know what he hit.
"do not move!"
I pulled Bean Sprouts back!
Dou Sprout covered his head and grinned, saying it hurt.
I slowly raised the flashlight and looked up.
I saw the lower body first, and then the upper body. It couldn’t be said to be human, but three dried and tattered corpses.
Three corpses were hanging on the top of the tomb, with iron chains hanging around their necks. Each mummy was holding a monkey on its belly. The monkeys had also died long ago. The monkeys were like children, with their eyes closed tightly, holding the three corpses tightly.
The belly of a corpse.
Douyazai bumped into the foot of one of the corpses. Now the corpse was shaking left and right, making the iron chain on the top of the tomb rattle.
My face turned pale, and Dou Sprout was so frightened that he couldn't help but retreat.
The dried body swayed around like a swing, gradually turning its back to us.
When I saw the scene in front of me, my pupils dilated instantly!
There was a thin stone slab carried on the back of the corpse!
The reason why the stone slab did not fall was because it was hugged by the monkey in front of the corpse!
A complex scene is carved on the thin stone slab.
Three fist-sized dark red characters were engraved on the scene like blood.
Grandma Ke.
This chapter has been completed!