Xixia was a political power established in the northwestern part of the country. Its development reached its peak during the Song Dynasty. It formed the second tripartite conflict with the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty. Its power cannot be underestimated. It has experienced ten emperors and the reign of Zuo in 189.
The construction period of the Xixia royal tombs ranged from the beginning of the 11th century to the beginning of the 13th century.
The royal mausoleums of the Western Xia Dynasty were influenced by Buddhist architecture, which organically combined Han culture, Buddhist culture, and Dangxiang culture, forming a unique form of mausoleum architecture in my country.
Among the 119 national key scenic spots in China, the Xixia Mausoleum is the only scenic spot composed of a single imperial tomb.
It inherits the history of the Tuoba clan of Xianbei from Pingcheng in the Northern Wei Dynasty to Dangxiang and Xixia.
The scenic area covers an area of more than 58 square kilometers, with a core scenic area of 20.9 square kilometers. There are 9 imperial mausoleums, namely Yuling, Jialing, Tailing, Anling, Xianling, Xianling, Shouling, Zhuangling, Kangling, and Huanling.
There are more than 200 tombs of princes, nobles and relatives, which are grand in scale and neatly laid out.
Each imperial mausoleum is an independent building group with a vertical rectangular shape facing north and south, and its scale is comparable to the Ming Tombs.
It absorbed the strengths of the imperial tombs of the Tang and Song Dynasties since the Qin and Han dynasties, and was also influenced by Buddhist architecture, forming a unique form among Chinese mausoleum buildings, so it is also known as the Oriental Pyramid.
If you were to carefully explore such a huge mausoleum, you might not be able to complete it in a day, not even in half a month.
After completing these homework, Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun went out for dinner, and the two came to a tavern called Yezi.
The tavern was filled with delicately plated cooked food and pastries. Everyone was there, and the atmosphere was full of life. Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun served several plates and chatted while eating and drinking.
"Brother Fan, has Haoming been in contact with you recently?"
Huang Qingyun asked casually.
"No contact, I must be too busy."
Zhang Fan replied.
While speaking, Zhang Fan raised his eyes and saw an old man in his 70s and wearing somewhat shabby clothes walking in from the door of the tavern.
The old man came to the waiter and asked in his hoarse voice: "I have twenty yuan, what can I buy?"
"Peanuts, a small bottle of not very good liquor."
The waiter replied.
"Okay! Okay! Find a place for me."
The old man said.
The waiter was very kind to the old man, brought him to a table, and quickly gave him a plate of peanuts and a bottle of white wine. It was probably because the waiter felt sorry for the old man that his plate of peanuts was half as much as the others.
The old man was eating peanuts, looking out the window, drinking by himself, and sighing from time to time.
Zhang Fan's eyes were always on the old man, so Huang Qingyun also looked in the direction of Zhang Fan's gaze.
"Brother Fan, what's so good about this old man?"
Huang Qingyun asked.
"This old man is a miserable man and his son is unfilial. He may be dead after drinking this bottle of wine."
Zhang Fan said.
The black energy in the old man's location is very strong, but the danger to his life comes from himself.
"The old man wants to commit suicide?"
Huang Qingyun subconsciously answered.
"This is what your face looks like."
Zhang Fan replied.
"Let's go and stop him. We can't just watch this big living person disappear like this."
With that said, Huang Qingyun stood up.
Zhang Fan pressed Huang Qingyun's shoulder, "Forget it... Although saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, it depends on whether the person is willing to live. If you have to let the person live, you won't
It's considered a good deed.
Besides, we can save him today, but we cannot save him for the rest of his life."
"This...this is true..." Huang Qingyun sighed softly.
"Waiter..." Zhang Fan shouted.
"Sir..." the waiter walked up quickly and said.
"I'll serve that old man a plate of beef with soy sauce, white-chopped chicken, and two plates of cold dishes. By the way, I'll also replace the wine with good wine. The wine from Nanchun, let's calculate how much it costs in total."
Zhang Fan said, this can be regarded as Zhang Fan's last farewell to the old man.
"Okay, sir."
The waiter responded.
Zhang Fan directly scans the QR code to pay.
The waiter quickly served good wine and food to the old man. The old man looked confused. After the waiter explained to the old man, the old man looked at Zhang Fan and smiled gratefully. Zhang Fan also smiled and said hello.
Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun continued to eat and chat, and an hour and a half passed quickly. The old man was sitting not far from the door. Seeing that Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun were about to leave, the old man hurriedly stepped forward.
"You two young men, please stay."
The old man said.
"What's wrong?
Old man?
Is there a problem?"
Zhang Fan asked with a smile.
"Thank you for the wine and food."
The old man thanked him, then took off the shabby package from his body and pushed it into Zhang Fan's hand, "This can be considered a thank you to the two of you for the wine and food."
"You can keep it, we..."
Before Zhang Fan finished speaking, the old man said with a stern face: "If you don't accept it, you are looking down on me, old man. The food and wine you gave me are not easy to eat and I choke!"
Zhang Fan smiled helplessly, "Okay, then I'll accept it."
Judging from the old man's appearance, he is either a rich man or a poor old man.
Therefore, there shouldn't be anything too valuable in it. Zhang Fan took it just to give the old man some comfort.
"Old man, then you drink slowly, and we will leave first. We will meet again if we are destined."
Zhang Fan said.
"Boys, slow down."
The old man smiled, then returned to his wine table and continued drinking.
After exiting the bar, Huang Qingyun asked: "Brother Fan, look at what's in this broken bag?"
Zhang Fan glanced at Huang Qingyun, and then opened the package. In addition to two old clothes, there was a book with a thickness of two centimeters.
The book is in ancient style, sewn with cotton thread, and the blue book cover is slightly yellowed. The name of the book in the upper right corner has been worn away, and the words on it can no longer be seen clearly.
Zhang Fan opened the home page, and what he saw was rows of densely packed small characters. However, Zhang Fan didn't recognize these characters. Zhang Fan had an intuition that they should be in the characters of ethnic minorities.
Zhang Fan flipped through a few more pages, but they were still full of incomprehensible words, and some of the words were accompanied by patterns.
"What's written here?"
Huang Qingyun said subconsciously.
"I don't know either, I've never seen this text."
Zhang Fan smiled and shook his head, "Let me find a professional to answer it for us."
With that said, Zhang Fan called the language expert Tan Guangming and explained the situation to Tan Guangming, who happily agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan spent a full hour taking photos and sent pages and pages of text and images to Tan Guangming.