"Yes, I have seen mausoleums with this structure in ancient books, but this structure is very rare."
"Very few people go to great lengths to build this kind of mausoleum, especially because the terrain requirements for this kind of mausoleum are very demanding."
"But here...it is true that the innate terrain is extremely suitable for building this kind of three-story mausoleum. With Wang Zanghai's wisdom, of course he will not let go of this innate treasure land!"
Shooting a flare again, Wu Xie carefully observed the surrounding environment and suddenly realized something.
"But having said that, Uncle Ming, if you do this, the entire mausoleum will be an extremely huge project."
"Dongxia is just a small border country after all. Even if we use the whole country to build this mausoleum, I am afraid that even a few generations will not be able to do it."
"But Wang Zanghai..."
Speaking of this, Wu Xie suddenly became a little unsure.
You must know that the information he obtained from the undersea tomb showed that Wang Zanghai presided over the construction of this place.
If you put it this way, the time is simply not right!
"Wang Zanghai was indeed involved in this big project, but did Abbot Wang Zanghai build it?"
"This sentence is not very accurate. To be precise, Wang Zanghai was only captured by King Wannu to renovate the tomb."
"As for when this mausoleum was built and how long it took... My nephew, isn't this your major in university? Find out for yourself!"
Hu Ming patted Wu Xie on the shoulder and said.
Hu Ming knows the situation here.
This mausoleum was probably built thousands of years ago when the Dongxia survivors split from the Western Queen Mother Kingdom.
After all, from beginning to end, there was only one King of Wannu.
They don't need more tombs as a resting place before King Wannu's "reincarnation".
Besides, this mausoleum is not meant to protect the bronze door.
Hu Ming knew this, but...
Hu Ming just didn't say it.
Sometimes, it's quite interesting to watch other people scratch their heads and scratch their heads.
"...Hey, Master Ming, you weren't like this before!"
"Obviously you know the secret of this. I think you are just trying to whet our appetite and want to see our depressed expressions, right?"
Panzi grinned bitterly and revealed Hu Ming's evil thoughts.
"Who knows..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Hu Ming stopped talking and took out the climbing rope and started to prepare.
The imperial tombs are in an underground volcanic basin, and their current location is a protruding cliff on the cliff.
The difference between the top and bottom is more than 100 meters. It is impossible to go down without the assistance of a climbing rope.
"Leave all the useless stuff and we'll travel lightly!"
Chen Pi ordered his men.
Among everyone's luggage, there was a lot of equipment prepared for traveling in the glacier.
Now that we are here, these things are just a burden.
If nothing else happens, they will return the same way and pick it up when the time comes.
Of course, everything must go well!
...
...
For safety reasons, everyone put on gas masks and climbed down the cliff step by step using standard climbing procedures.
Below you will find dead trees.
The entire volcanic basin is filled with an unpleasant smell that even a gas mask cannot filter out.
This is the sulfide gas that filled the place during volcanic activity.
It can poison an entire underground forest to death, and one can imagine how violent its toxicity is.
If you don't have a gas mask and directly breathe the air containing sulfur gas, everyone except Hu Ming will die within an hour or three!
Ahead, Hu Ming and Fatty were working side by side, using powerful searchlights to clear the way.
Yes, in this open terrain, the fat Mr. Fatty, the pioneer, came back to life again!
Of course, Hu Ming was very clear-minded. Part of the reason was that he liked to be a pioneer. The most important reason was that Fatty Ya wanted to be the first to touch the underworld weapon!
At your feet is a car-wide stone path paved with large stone slabs, leading straight ahead.
This is the Shinto, the Shinto that leads directly to the gate of the imperial mausoleum. At the end of the road, the mausoleum like a black giant beast stands there.
Since ancient times, the general structure of the mausoleum has been fixed, and there are strict regulations on what should be built where.
Anyone who studies Feng Shui and tombs cannot possibly violate this point.
This is why Feng Shui masters only study ancient Feng Shui knowledge and no one innovates.
Because it’s not necessary at all!
Looking for dragons and diagnosing acupoints is researching the knowledge of the ancients. Is it useless to develop a new theory on your own?
After climbing over many dead trees that had fallen on the Shinto, we soon came to a stone gate. The stone was very high, a bit like an archway in an ancient village.
This is the heavenly gate to enter the imperial mausoleum.
The so-called Tianmen is the place where coffin bearers and funeral processions are massacred.
After the enshrinement ceremony is completed, everyone will be stabbed when they go out of this door, so this door is equivalent to the gate of yin and yang.
Regarding this, there is also a certain degree of emphasis in the inverted fighting world.
It's enough to enter the mausoleum. If you still want to follow the Shinto path when you come out, you have to walk out of the Tianmen backwards.
This is to avoid conflicting with the evil spirits in the dark world.
After passing Tianmen, there are white stone figures and horses every five meters on both sides of the Shinto.
If it were a serious archaeological team, these things would be of great research value.
But to Hu Ming and others, these things are just a pile of broken rocks... worthless at all.
Suddenly, the fat man running at the front with Hu Ming stopped abruptly.
Wu Xie behind him didn't react, he was knocked over and fell to the ground.
"Damn it, you damn fat man, why are you flying?" Wu Xie complained dissatisfiedly.
"There seems to be someone standing on the roadside."
The fat man turned a little pale and said softly.
Taking a closer look, the "person" the fat man was talking about was still standing there, seeming to be sizing up everyone.
That "human"... how should I put it, looks quite strange, not a normal human face at all.
Where is this place? It's the imperial mausoleum! It's the mansion of the dead.
When everyone encounters such a strange thing here, their first reaction is that there is a ghost!
In an instant, everyone broke out in a cold sweat, took out the handy thing, and looked at the "person" warily.
"That's not a human being, let alone a ghost! That's the guardian guarding the tomb of King Wannu!"
Shaking his head, Hu Ming explained softly.
While he was talking, the thing suddenly flashed and silently floated into the distance like smoke.
