Douyazi swallowed and touched me with his hands and asked, "Fengzi, have you seen it?"

I nodded, "Damn it, crows see coffin", how unlucky it is.

Could it be a coincidence?

In the past, people in the industry believed that there was an animal in the sky and the earth that came into contact with the coffin was not good for offspring. One was that the black crow fell on the lid of the coffin, and the other was that the rats were nesting inside the coffin.

This will disturb the peace of the souls of the deceased, so there was a special person in the funeral procession staring at the sky, holding a stick in his hand to prepare to drive away the birds.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

The crows in the sky are still screaming.

"Or you bury the soil, I... my heart beats so hard," the eldest lady said with fear in her eyes.

"Haha, what? Beautiful, are you scared?"

Dou Yazai teased and said, "I'm afraid you can hide in my brother's arms. Besides, the coffin has been dug out, so it's impossible to bury it without looking at it. Although the probability is not high, what if there is a national treasure inside? Right Fengzi?"

I said right, I have to take a look no matter what. People die for money and birds die for food. I don’t even have this courage. How can I get through in the future?

The eldest lady held the corner of her clothes tightly and didn't say anything. She could see that she was both nervous and scared, and she no longer felt the excitement she had before coming.

After adjusting the headlight to the maximum, Douyazi and I went down into the thief hole, inserted a crowbar, and opened the coffin.

The hardwood coffin, which is at least two hundred years old, is partially rotten, and a few iron coffins have severely rusted nails. We will open it after a few tricks.

First I smelled a sour smell.

It's similar to the sour taste of broken oranges in summer...

Immediately afterwards, what caught my eyes was rotten clothes, which were in good condition, and the colors and patterns on the rotten clothes were vaguely visible.

I was stunned. This man seemed to be wearing the blue official uniform of the Ming and Qing dynasties, with some white embroidery pattern on his chest.

Is he an official?

We touched few people in the tombs of the Ming and Qing dynasties. I saw this ancient corpse wearing official uniform for the first time, and I felt a little excited for no reason.

In this case, there is a high probability that there will be a private official seal.

There were two types of official seals in ancient times. One was issued by the court, and after leaving office, it was handed over to the next one, and the other was a private official seal. After death, it was taken into the coffin to prove that he had been an official in his lifetime. This was accused at that time.

Therefore, most of the official seals that can be seen on the market now are private official seals. The price is not cheap, the characters are clear, and the quality is good, and the five-digit starts.

I know that after such people die, their private seals usually hang a hemp rope around their waists and sew them on the waist on the right side of the clothes.

Douyazi lifted two layers of rotten clothes and immediately saw the bones of the tomb owner. He poked them with a crowbar and stabbed them to the side, leaving his body and head separate.

I quickly touched a copper seal, took it out and saw that it was not big, it was full of mud. I used my fingernails to pick the mouth of the characters, and shone them towards the headlight. There were seal script characters on it, but I didn't recognize them.

At this moment, the eldest lady suddenly shouted in horror: "No! Come up quickly! Someone is here!"

Douyazai and I were both shocked and didn't care about anything, so we hurriedly climbed up.

It's too late to come up.

A man shone us on a flashlight.

He asked, "What are you doing, digging graves?"

"Brother, stop taking pictures, shine your eyes!"

I pretended to be calm, patted the soil on my body, and said with a smile: "We are from the archaeological team of the Ganzi Museum. The superiors have ordered us to temporarily conduct rescue excavation of this ancient tomb. This is my archaeological evidence, please take a look."

I showed him the ID. It was a fake certificate. There was a photo of me on it, and it said "archaeological certificate". I have never used it. This was the last time I was in Yongzhou. At that time, Tian Sanjiu also applied for a photo. His pseudonym was "Tian Tian". As a result, the person who applied for the fake certificate wrote "Tian Tian".

After reading it, the man gave me the ID. He said in Mandarin with an accent: "This is someone's ancestral grave. Even if you have a certificate, you can't come to dig it in the middle of the night. Has the family agreed?"

I sweated on my forehead and said with a smile that I agreed, of course I agree.

He shone the flashlight at me and asked coldly: "Then tell me what the descendants of this family are surnamed."

this...

I was speechless, it seemed that I couldn't get through it anymore.

At this time, Douyazi's eyes became fierce. He grabbed the shovel and said coldly: "You go on the road!"

"Don't do it first!"

I pressed Douyazai and said with a cold face: "Brother, since you have seen it, can you resolve it peacefully? This will be good for everyone."

"hehe..."

He smiled for no reason, then said with a gloomy face: "You live in my warehouse. I have been secretly observing you for five days. Of course, I know what your group of people do. I don't want to meddle in other people's business, but you just moved that straw man."

"It's yours for the scrap warehouse!?"

This man spoke a strong accent, and then I noticed that he was dressed in a strange way, not like Tibetans, Han people, nor Muya people.

He looked up and shone the flashlight on the crow hovering in the sky, his face was solemn, and he said something we couldn't understand.

He said: "The last scarecrow is broken, the God of Climbing is no longer restricted, Kangding is about to die soon." After that, he turned around and left with a flashlight.

"etc!"

I ran up and asked, "What do you mean by this? What is the God of Climbing! Is it July?"

He turned his head and looked at me, and said coldly: "I don't know what July crawls, I only know the God of Crawls, and the God of Crawls is hidden in the pomegranate village."

"Pomegranate Village?"

I was shocked. This was not the village where we saw the Great Thangka when we first came!

"Can you make it clear!" I blocked his way again.

"You really want to know?"

I nodded sharply.

"Why....."

"Come with me, I can tell you something."

We followed him for half an hour. When we walked into the depths of a forest halfway up the mountain, we found two small wooden houses hidden in the forest.

There was no decent furniture in the wooden house, there was a bed and a stove. After he closed the door, he felt a little warmth in the house.

He threw two firewood into the stove and said expressionlessly: "We have been guarding this place for generations. My ancestors were Ewenki people. They first followed the Khitans to fight, and later followed the Mongols. After the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty, our group of Ewenki people were scattered, and some stayed in the northwest to help the Mongols guard the imperial tombs, and some came here with the Mongols at that time to chase and kill the Western Xia royal family who fled."

I was stunned when I heard this. The amount of information contained in this passage was too great. If I hadn't touched on this matter, I would have thought he was talking nonsense, but it seemed to be true.

I have checked the Internet before and similar words have been recorded in the "Yuan History", "Liao History", and "New Book of Tang", saying that the wizards in the Mongolian army were all Ewenki, and they were later sent to guard the imperial tombs, including the tomb of Genghis Khan, the tomb of Kublai Khan, the tomb of Tolei, etc.

There is a fact in our country now, and it is also a very strange phenomenon.

That is, until now, by 2022, no Yuan Dynasty imperial tomb has been discovered.

Why can’t one be discovered? No one has ever thought about it?

Fifteen emperors of the Yuan Dynasty, even Yinxu and Sanxingdui were found, but they could never find such a large Yuan imperial tomb.

There was a long time ago the folk rumors about this.

It is said that the shaman wizards were guarding these imperial tombs, and those who were trying to find these Yuan imperial tombs were dead, so they could not find it.

Of course, this is just a folk rumor. I didn't believe it before, until I met this man in Kangding.

He claimed to be a shaman, whose clan was called "Tu Mudong" and his Chinese name was "Ma Liang".

Some people in China believe in Buddhism and some believe in Taoism. Only the Ewenki people have been shamanism for thousands of years. Therefore, in our northeast, the most powerful people in the Ewenki people are descendants of the Ewenki people.

It was the end of 2005. The total number of people in the Ewenki nation was smaller than that of the Muya people, about a few thousand. Now, after so many years, there may be tens of thousands.

They had three ethnic groups at the earliest, namely the Suolun Ministry, the Tungus Ministry and the Ya'an Ministry. In 1958, our country issued regulations, which were integrated into three departments, collectively known as the Ewenk Ministry.

....

The wooden house has no electricity or candles, and it is entirely illuminated by the fire in the fire.

"Young people, are you all digging graves for money?"

I didn't deny it, but said: "It's hard to have a meal these days. We have embarked on this path to make life better."

Dou Yezai was frowning beside him and said, "That's right, brother, I'm almost starving to death. If you don't believe me, look at her. How hungry is this girl, there is no flesh on her face."

The other party grinned and said, "What profession you do has nothing to do with me. I just want to tell you that after tonight, you will be uneasy, so you should leave as soon as possible."

I frowned and asked, "Brother, we have been dealing with a man named July Climbing. This person may be the God of Climbing. The problem is that this person is dead."

"Dead?"

"impossible."
Chapter completed!