"Don't rush me! I'm looking for you without looking!"
I stepped on the wall, held the rope in my hand, bit the flashlight, and stretched out my hand to sweep away the old spider webs in front of me.
There is something!
I saw a large pot-bellied pottery jar with white glaze about thirty centimeters high placed in the wall hole.
The body of the jar is thinly glazed and covered with dust. It has a lotus leaf-shaped lid on top and a wooden base on the bottom. The entire bottle is tightly embedded in the base. It is just placed in this wall hole. I don’t know it has already been
How many years has it been there?
Looking at the shape and glaze color of the vessel, I concluded that it was a white-glazed pot-bellied jar fired at a local kiln in the Song Dynasty. The general jar that appeared later evolved from this pot-bellied jar. This one may have belonged to the Yangmeiting Kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty.
, in the past, it was a practical device in the homes of wealthier people, used to store grain seeds and the like.
I pulled it out hard, opened the lid and looked down, then immediately put the lid back on and pushed it back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for disturbing you. Don't blame me."
A jar full of dark white lumps.
People who don’t understand may think they are lumps of salt, but I’ve seen them so many times that I recognize them as ashes at a glance.
Modern ashes are different from ashes in the past. The ashes burned in modern times are fine. As long as there is no water, you can pick up a handful and see that they are still powder even if they have been left for many years. However, some of the ashes in the past cannot be burned through and have been sealed in the jar for a long time.
, it will slowly condense into something similar to "rock sugar".
"Fengzi! What the hell is that! Why did you put it back again?"
I turned around and shouted nervously: "Damn it! It's an urn from hundreds of years ago!"
Dou Sprout shut his mouth immediately.
People who are really in this industry are generally not willing to touch this kind of thing, unless they see something that is very well made and very valuable, they will not be able to help but take it. I have sold this kind of thing once or twice before, and there are a lot of them in the market.
Low-end soul bottles, pottery warehouses, and ashes jars all basically came from Ye Luzi's hands.
These dozen pot-bellied jars are all placed in these high-ceiling wall holes. I haven't even opened them. They are probably full of ashes.
Because this kind of jar is well preserved and has a lid, it is estimated that one can be sold for about 20,000 yuan on the market. I thought it was unlucky so I didn't get one. Anyone who wants it can ask for it.
After I came down, I patted the dust on my head and said: "This is probably the former altar. The owner of these ashes was probably not simple during his lifetime, but for some reason he could not see the light of the world, so he was enshrined here in this way after his death."
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"Could he be someone from the rebel army in the past?" Brother Yu guessed.
I frowned and shook my head: "There is no memorial tablet, no tombstone, and there are no written records left around. There is no way to verify the identity of these people, but Brother Yu, your guess is very likely."
Brother Yu frowned and said: "Such a big place, if it was an underground altar back then, how could it not leave anything valuable?"
Looking at the empty surroundings, I frowned and said, "There is only one explanation for this. We are late. Maybe the things here were looted many years ago."
Dou Sprout immediately complained: "Damn, that's just eating leftovers. It's such a waste of effort. It's really unlucky. In order to find this shabby land, we have spent all the money we spent on food, drink and equipment in the past few months."
Tens of thousands have gone out.”
Because I was mentally prepared, I didn't react as strongly as Dou Sprout. No matter now or in the past, there are many colleagues with outstanding abilities, and it is impossible for them to encounter all good things. This is the reality.
If I were more ruthless and took away all the urns, then after us, there will definitely be colleagues who will find this place in the future. Wouldn’t they be even worse? By then not even a hair would be left.
Seeing Dou Yazai looking dejected, I said: "Bean sprouts, the resources of the big tomb are getting less and less now. It is very common to eat leftover pots. It is not shameful. The key is whether we can find big meat in the leftover pots."
Dou Yazai said with a bitter face: "You're a piece of meat, Fengzi, look here, it's cleaner than Zhao Xuanxuan's body, where is the meat? How about taking away all those urns and washing them when you go back, how much more can you sell?"
money."
"I don't want those, it's useless."
There is a voice in my heart that keeps telling me that there are still secrets hidden here.
I took out an "iron ball" from my bag and threw it to Brother Yu. It was just an ordinary solid iron ball, weighing about half a catty.
This is a trick I created myself. There are experts in the industry who can listen to the thunder and the wind in their graves. Not only can I listen to the thunder and the wind, but I can also listen to the ball.
I asked Brother Yu to go far away and then roll the iron ball over.
Brother Yu did as he was told.
I just lay down and put my ears close to the ground, listening to the sound of the iron ball slowly rolling over.
Feeling that there was no problem, I rolled the iron ball over again and asked Brother Yu to change his position and roll over again.
After trying several times in a row, I suddenly heard an abnormal sound somewhere, right next to the cave wall.
This "abnormal" sound lasted less than a second and disappeared in an instant.
When I came here, I concentrated on kicking the iron ball with my feet and slowly rolling forward.
An area was quickly locked.
I got down on the ground and knocked, and immediately said: "Get the tools quickly! There is a stone slab underneath!"
After breaking through the soil layer and digging less than twenty centimeters from this place, a covered bluestone slab was exposed.
Dou Sprout held up the flashlight and screamed, "Fuck!" I was also shocked.
On the stone slabs, there are all unknown little white beetles that look like crickets. When I shine a flashlight on them, these bugs crawl around quickly as if they are frightened. They are densely packed and mixed with a few dead centipedes, which is very eye-catching.
My scalp is numb.
I've seen a lot of big scenes, and these disgusting little bugs certainly don't scare me.
After trampling a few to death, I used a short crowbar to pry open the covering stone slab.
There is a waist pit at the bottom. This kind of waist pit often appears in tombs of the Western Han Dynasty. There are also similar waist pits in some pagodas and underground palaces in the Song Dynasty. They are basically hidden and used to hide certain important things.
The waist pit is also covered with a small stone slab. Different from the rough workmanship of the large stone slab, this small stone slab is polished extremely smooth and looks like a high-quality tea garden stone that is a specialty of Chun'an.
When I shined a flashlight on it, I could clearly see that there were a large number of words engraved on the stone slab, as well as patterns of the sun and the moon.
Dou Yazai said doubtfully: "Fengzi, these words look really strange to you. What kind of words are these? Is it Ba Si Ba Wen? I think there are punctuation marks in the middle."
The punctuation mark that Bean Sprouts mentioned is two dots and a circle. That is not a punctuation mark.
I suppressed my excitement and said, "This is not a Chinese language. This is ancient Manichae, a foreign language that was mixed with part of Persian at that time."
The tattoo on the back of the watermelon head in Zhuji belongs to this kind of writing. I have done in-depth research before. This kind of writing is read from right to left. The pronunciation may be similar to the Ubiquitous Ibis writing. In the Tang Dynasty, some people also called this foreign writing
Buddhist scriptures.
He raised his head sharply.
I know, this should be an altar of Manichaeism back then.
When I opened the stone slab covered with ancient Manichaean inscriptions, I immediately saw a rectangular box with a heaven and earth cover. The surface of the box was black, and it was made of pure silver. It was twenty centimeters high and about as long as a cigarette.
I took it out carefully and found that the lid was tightly buckled, and it had not been buckled for a long time.
I was a little nervous because we had no idea what was in it.
Dou Yazai immediately handed over the knife. I pointed the knife at the gap and pried it up hard.
opened.
As the silver box slowly opened.
In an instant, all three of our faces were illuminated by yellow.