Guide Lost Tracks Chapter 54 This logic does not make sense
In the last few paintings on the corridor murals, the style of the murals has changed significantly. Yuan Dynasty murals have always been famous. At that time, skilled craftsmen were everywhere among the people. Those who could paint in a tomb of this scale must have good skills. At least they were not professional painters. The tomb painter must also be a palace-level painter.
Feng Yu and Zhang Xiuxian looked up and saw that the content and style of the last few murals were inconsistent with the previous ones.
The paintings are very sloppy, not even precise. At first glance, these two paintings seem to be unfinished. There are only rough outlines in many parts of the paintings, but the content of the paintings is thought-provoking.
There was a rough scrawled figure on the painting. He was standing on the top of the mountain. The bottom of the mountain was covered in pitch black. In order to find out what the black painting below was, Zhang Xiuxian took a closer look and couldn't help but panic.
"Holy shit, snakes, the mountains are full of snakes, how come there are so many snakes?"
Looking at the second mural, the content remains roughly the same. It is also a snake. The painting shows the tomb owner’s coffin being carried into the underground tomb by the snake. There is also a snake coiled on the golden nanmu door of the Guide Mansion Mausoleum. The giant snake opened its mouth and stuck out its tongue, facing the gate of the mausoleum.
Feng Yu couldn't help but be afraid after seeing it. This place turned out to be a snake nest. The mausoleum was nearly fifty meters high. Could it be that there really was such a giant snake entrenched on the top of the mausoleum? It was bigger than the snake in the golden coffin. Several times higher.
Then let’s look at the last mural. The painting is nothing else. It means that the tomb owner turned into a big snake and walked out of the coffin. The reason why the word “walked” is used is because the tomb owner still has legs, but The upper body turned into a half-human, half-snake monster, which is really incredible.
The murals are very sloppy, but the general content can still be seen. It is obvious that these three paintings are not by the same person compared with the previous ones that contain merits and virtues. There are still many problems with these three paintings. .
"No problem is found. These murals are not completed, or the painters can no longer continue painting."
"Second uncle, you are saying that the content of this painting involves the secrets of the tomb owner, so it cannot be painted anymore."
Feng Er sat on the ground and said a little tiredly: "It's really a great experience. I have fought countless times in my life. This is the first time I have encountered this kind of tomb. Whether it is a person or a snake, whether he is the Yuan royal family or some other identity, I am I really want to see what other secrets there are."
Feng Yu knew that his second uncle had other intentions. The Faqiu Tianyin and Dragon Language Picture mentioned by Zhang Manyue were the things that Feng Er had always been worried about.
Zhang Xiuxian had a different opinion after looking at the mural. He said: "If it really involves the secret of the tomb owner, it would be fine if the painter painted it and then erased it. But you see, this painting does not mean to erase it at all. It is just not After finishing the painting, maybe there is not enough time?"
Feng Yu nodded, feeling that what Zhang Xiuxian said made some sense.
"Could it be that the painter who was buried with him in the tomb deliberately painted the secret of the owner of the tomb out of anger?" Zhang Xiuxian added.
"Not necessarily. If a painter is buried with him, usually if he is not high enough, the pit will be filled directly. Even if he is good enough, he will be buried near the burial pit. Unless the painter crawls out of the coffin and paints on the wall in the dark, this It doesn’t make sense.”
"I said Feng Yu, can you stop attacking people like this? I am assuming that you are capable. Guess how you drew this painting?"
Feng Er then said in the back: "This painting is just like this, so what can we do more seriously? If he painted the tomb owner as an immortal king, wouldn't you still have to go and worship him three times? I have said that these things are only
Artistic value and economic value, and the three paintings can’t even talk about economic value, and they are just a piece of research.”
Feng Er was probably weak due to blood loss, and the unknown secrets were clogging his heart, which made him unbearably noisy. Even his words were weak when he cursed.
Zhang Xiuxian and Feng Yu listened to Feng Er's words and stopped guessing at the murals. Two auricles on the left and right appeared along the corridor. They wasted time on the murals, so it was better to go to the left and right auricles to find the answer.
The brick surface of the corridor is getting damper. This is because the underground river is nearby. This tomb is deep underground, built under a natural cave in the high mountains and deep valleys, and such a large scale Guide was built.
The city has almost all good Feng Shui, and there are nearly ten thousand people buried in the city. If the owner of the tomb is really a monster that is neither human nor snake, it will be an ancient legend.
At this time, Feng Er's body was on the verge of criticality, and his spirit was naturally not much better, but he knew in his heart that the exploration of this tomb hidden under the layers had just begun.
Without further ado, the three of them walked for a short distance in the corridor. Feng Yu walked in front with a lantern. Some of the tomb bricks under their feet had begun to be corroded by long-term moisture. The corridor became congested and difficult to walk. Two auricles appeared in front of them.
On both sides, since I didn't see the sealing stone, the two tomb chambers that appeared first in the corridor must be the left and right ear chambers.
The moisture in the tomb gets bigger and bigger as it goes inside, making it damp and dark, making people feel very stuffy. Fortunately, the murals in the tomb are above the corridor, otherwise they would inevitably fade and fall off if exposed to moisture for a long time.
The left ear chamber is in a mess, probably because the left ear chamber is closer to the underground river. The left ear chamber is damp and filled with water. Most of the things in it are soaked in water. The smell is very unpleasant. There is no place to put your feet.
Speaking of going in, just one look at it makes people lose their desire to go in.
"Damn it, what's all that black shit is doing in this underground place?" Zhang Xiuxian stood at the door and asked, pointing to the broken things running in the water.
Feng Yu held up a lamp to shine a light on it, thinking that there was no need to enter such an ear room. Not to mention that there was nothing complete in it, even if there was a pool of black water flowing in it, it would disgust him. Who knows if there might be something inside?
something else.
"Those are rice dumplings that have been soaked for nearly a thousand years. This stuff is much more powerful than thousand-year-old ginseng. One bite will cure all your diseases." Feng Yu said jokingly.
"Then I'll leave such a good thing to you. Look at your small body, please replenish it more, replenish it more."
"No, I said, take a few pieces back with you and show respect to your leader. Maybe he will be happy and allow you to return to the army, right?"
Zhang Xiuxian turned around and went to the other right chamber, muttering: "If I hadn't blown it, if I had just picked this thing up and put it in the chief's office, I would never be able to go back in my life."
Feng Er had already entered the ear room of You Bian when the two of them were getting high.
The right auricular chamber is relatively well preserved, at least there is no accumulation of water due to moisture. This right auricular chamber is much better than the one on the left.
It may also be that it has not been damaged and looks better than the one on the left.
There are two coffins lined up in the ear chamber, and there are a large number of burial porcelain in the surrounding ground. The ear chamber is not large in size and should be an inconspicuous place for burial objects and burial coffins.
But compared to the entire Guide Mausoleum, the person buried in this ear room must be an unimportant person. He may have been a loyal servant of the tomb owner during his lifetime. These people should be buried in the left and right ear rooms, but the one on the left is the same.
Compared to the one on the right, it's a little less lucky.
The ear chamber is not a luxury, compared to the luxury of the golden nanmu door outside, but it is still much better than most tomb chambers.
The whole ear room is quite satisfactory, in the style of Yuan Dynasty tombs, but only the things painted on the wall in front of it make people feel a little uncomfortable.
There is another mural. The mural in the ear room depicts a huge evil ghost. To be precise, it is a ghost snake. It directs the slaves to work in hell, as if they are building something.
This painting seemed out of place in this place. Feng Er kept standing in front of the mural, looking at it in a daze.
Zhang Xiuxian was looking at the buried items underground. He was so virtuous. Even though he knew he couldn't take them out, he still wanted to take a look at them reluctantly.
"Second uncle, how come this painting appears in the ear room?"
Feng Er stared at the mural and said, "Yu, we may have touched some secret. This painting is very strange."
"Second uncle, are you saying there is something wrong with that ghost-like snake? What are they building? Guide City?" Feng Yu asked confused.
"Many years ago, I made the same mistake as you and mistakenly thought that something was being built in the painting."
"Aren't you repairing something?" Feng Yu asked, looking at the mural, he suddenly understood, "This is, this is digging something!"
Hearing the digging, Zhang Xiuxian came closer, "What are you digging? Guide City? Who cares about the treasure here? There was a sense of urgency in Zhang Xiuxian's words that the treasure had been robbed.
Feng Er continued: "About ten years ago, your father and I were searching for treasures in an ancient tomb in Shanxi. This tomb was left by our ancestors in the Eight Sentences of Broken Mountain. When we were in the tomb, we looked at it.
The coffin we arrived also had a painting with a similar meaning. I always thought they were building something, but when I took a closer look, it was clear that they were digging something."
"Then what happened? Did you find out what was dug in the painting?" Zhang Xiuxian interjected and asked.
"No, I only got half of the dragon language picture, and I also lost a damn life. That picture is almost the same as yours, only half of it is left."
Zhang Xiuxian thought about it and said: "So there is something on my picture, but your half is missing this part."
"Yes, this is one of the reasons that has puzzled my two brothers for many years. It wasn't until I saw your picture that I realized what we were missing."
Feng Yu asked: "I heard from Zhang Manyue that there are four pictures of dragon language like this. Since they are something I specialize in mountain viewing, why should I hide them?"
Feng Er lit up a dry cigarette and took two puffs. He used the smoke to numb the pain in his body and felt a little better. He said: "I have never heard of the Dragon Language Picture before. If it weren't for the bad times and the decline of the family, how could I have done it?"
I will dig up the things left by my ancestors, but I didn’t expect that after so many years, the matter was revealed again. As for why the ancestors hid these things, I have to burn incense and ask them what they think."
"Don't think there are so many things that are useful or not. Once you find Zhang Manyue, you will know once you ask her. She must know something."
Feng Yu smiled and replied: "If you expect Zhang Manyue to tell you the answer, it would be better to ask the painter."
The three of them were looking at the murals in a trance, and suddenly heard a "bang" in the ear room, as if something broke.
Zhang Xiuxian immediately turned around and saw that there was no movement in the room. The voice came out of thin air and said: "Damn, Feng Yu, your words are so effective. Just after you finished speaking, the painter couldn't wait to come out and tell you the answer."
