Bean sprouts swallowed, touched me with his hand and asked: "Fengzi, have you seen it?"
I nodded, "Damn, the crow sees the coffin." It's as unlucky as it is unlucky.
Is it a coincidence?
In the past, people in the industry believed that there was an animal in the sky and on earth that would be harmful to future generations if it came into contact with the coffin. One was the black crow landing on the coffin lid, and the other was the mouse building a nest inside the coffin.
This would disturb the peace of the soul of the deceased, so in the past there was a special person in the funeral procession staring at the sky, holding a stick and preparing to drive away the birds.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!"
The crows in the sky are still cawing.
"Why don't you bury it with soil? My heart is beating so fast," the eldest lady said with fear in her eyes.
"Haha, what? Beauty, are you scared now?"
Douyazai teased and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you can hide in my arms, brother. Besides, the coffin has been dug out. It's impossible to bury it without taking a look. Although the probability is not high, there is a national treasure in it.
What should we do? Right Fengzi?"
I'm right, you have to take a look no matter what. People die for money and birds die for food. If you don't even have the courage, how can you mess around in the future?
The eldest lady clutched her clothes tightly and said nothing. It could be seen that she was nervous and scared, and she had lost the excitement before coming.
Adjusting the intensity of the headlight to the maximum, Dou Sprout and I went down into the robber's cave, inserted the crowbar, and opened the coffin.
The hardwood coffin, which is at least two hundred years old, was partially rotten, and some of the iron coffin nails were severely rusted. We opened it after a few attempts.
First I smell a sour smell.
Similar to the sour smell of spoiled oranges in summer...
Immediately afterwards, what came into view were the tattered clothes, which were in a good state of preservation, and the colors and patterns on the tattered clothes were vaguely visible.
I was stunned. This man seemed to be wearing a blue official uniform from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, with some kind of white embroidered pattern on the chest.
Is he an official?
We rarely encounter tombs from the Ming and Qing dynasties. This was the first time I saw such ancient corpses in official uniforms, 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.
In ancient times, there were two types of official seals. One was issued by the court and had to be handed over to the next person after leaving office. The other was an official seal, which was taken into the coffin after death to prove what official he had been during his lifetime. This was the default at the time.
of.
Therefore, most of the official seals that are often seen on the market are actually private official seals. The price is not cheap, the words are clear, and the quality is good, and the starting price is five figures. I know that after such a person dies, his or her official seal is usually hung with a hemp rope around the waist and sewn on the right side of the waist of the clothes.
Dou Sprout opened two layers of tattered clothes and immediately saw the bones of the tomb owner. He stabbed the skull to one side with a crowbar and separated the body and head.
I quickly touched a copper seal. When I took it out, I saw that it was not big and was covered with mud. I dug into the opening of the seal with my fingernails and looked at it with a headlight. There were seal characters on it, but I didn't recognize it.
At this moment, the eldest lady suddenly shouted in panic: "No! Come up quickly! Someone is coming!"
Dou Sprouts and I were so frightened that we didn't care about anything and hurriedly climbed up.
It's too late to come up.
A man shone a flashlight on us.
He asked: "What are you doing, digging graves?"
"Brother, stop taking the photo, it will dazzle your eyes!"
I pretended to be calm, patted the dirt on my body, and said with a smile: "We are from the archaeological team of the Ganzi Museum. We have been ordered by our superiors to conduct temporary rescue excavations of this ancient tomb. This is my archaeological evidence. Look.
one time."
I showed him the certificate. It was a fake certificate. It had my photo on it and said "archaeological certificate". It had never been used. This was the last time I applied for it in Yongzhou. At that time, Tian Sanjiu also applied for one. His pseudonym was "Tian".
"Tian", but the person who issued the fake certificate wrote "Tian Tian".
After reading the certificate, the man gave me the certificate. He said in Mandarin with an accent: "This is my ancestral grave. Even if you have the certificate, you can't come and dig it in the middle of the night. Does the family agree?"
My forehead was sweating and I smiled and said I agreed. Of course people agreed.
He shined his flashlight on me and asked in a cold voice: "Then tell me, what are the surnames of the descendants of this family?"
this.
I'm speechless. It seems I can't survive.
At this time, Dou Sprout's eyes became fierce. He grabbed the shovel and said coldly: "You are on your way!"
"Don't do anything yet!"
I pressed the bean sprouts and said with a cold face: "Brother, since you saw it, can you resolve it peacefully? This would be good for everyone."
"hehe."
He smiled for no reason, and then said with a gloomy face: "You have been living in my warehouse, and I have been secretly observing you for five days. Of course I know
What do you guys do? I didn’t want to meddle in other people’s business, but you just went to touch that straw man.”
"Is the abandoned warehouse yours!?"
This man spoke with a strong accent, and only then did I notice that he was dressed very strangely. He didn't look like a Tibetan, a Han, or a Muya.
He raised his head, shined his flashlight on the crows circling in the sky, looked solemn, and said something we couldn't understand.
He said: "The last scarecrow is broken, the climbing god is no longer restricted, and people will soon die in Kangding." After speaking, he turned around and left with a flashlight.
"etc!" ??
I ran forward and asked: "What do you mean by this? What is the God of Climbing? Is it the July Climb?"
He turned to look at me and said coldly: "I don't know what July Climbing is, I only know Climbing God, and Climbing God is hidden in Pomegranate Village."
"Pomegranate Village?"
I was shocked, this was not the same village where we saw the big thangka when we first arrived!
"Can you please speak clearly!" I blocked his way again.
"You really want to know?"
I nodded sharply.
"Why."
"You guys come with me, I can tell you something."
We followed him for half an hour, and when we walked deep into a forest halfway up the mountain, we found two cabins hidden in the forest.
There was no decent furniture in the wooden house, but there was a bed and a stove. After he closed the door, there was a touch of 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. They first fought with the Khitan people, and later with the Mongols. After the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty, our group of Ewenki people dispersed.
, some stayed in the northwest to help the Mongols guard the imperial tombs, and some followed the Mongols here to hunt down the Xixia royal family who had escaped."
I was stunned when I heard this. The amount of information contained in this paragraph was too much. If I had not been exposed to this matter, I would have thought he was talking nonsense, but it seemed to be true.
I have checked on the Internet before, and similar words are recorded in "History of Yuan", "History of Liao", including "New Book of Tang", saying that the wizards in the Mongolian army were all Evenkis, and they were later sent to guard them.
Imperial mausoleums, including the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan, the Mausoleum of Kublai Khan, the Tolei Mausoleum, etc.
There is a fact in our country, and it is also a very strange thing Phenomenon.
That is, until now, as of 2022, no imperial tomb of the Yuan Dynasty has ever been discovered.
Why can't even one be discovered? No one has thought about it?
Fifteen emperors of the Yuan Dynasty, even Yinxu and Sanxingdui, were found, but such a large-scale Yuanhuang Mausoleum was never found.
Regarding this, there have been rumors among the people for a long time.
It is said that shamanistic wizards are guarding these imperial tombs, and those who tried to find these Yuanhuang tombs all died, so they could not be found.
Of course, this is just a folk rumor. I didn't believe it until I met this man in Kangding.
He claims to be a shaman, his native name is "Tu Mudong", and his Chinese name is "Ma Liang".
Some people in China believe in Buddhism and some believe in Taoism. Only the Ewenki people have believed in shamanism for thousands of years. Therefore, in our Northeast, most of the people who are the most powerful at dancing are descendants of the Ewenki people.
At that time, it was the end of 2005, and the total number of Ewenki people in the country was even smaller than that of the Muya people, only a few thousand people. Now, after so many years, there may be tens of thousands.
They first had three ethnic groups, namely the Suolun tribe, the Tungus tribe and the Ya'an tribe. In 1958, our country promulgated regulations to merge the three tribes into one, collectively known as the Ewenki tribe.
There is no electricity or candles in the wooden house, so it relies entirely on the light from the fire.
"Young man, you are all looking for money, right?"
I didn't deny it, but said: "It's very difficult to have food to eat these days. We all embarked on this road to live a better life."
Bean Sprout Zai frowned and echoed: "Brother, the poor are almost starving to death, so they can't do it anymore. If you don't believe me, look at her. How hungry is this girl? There's no flesh on her face."
The other party grinned and said, "It has nothing to do with me what your profession is. I just want to tell you that after tonight, Kangding will no longer be peaceful. You'd better leave as soon as possible."
I frowned and asked, "Brother, we have been dealing with a man named Qiyue Cang. This man may be the Climbing God you mentioned. The problem is that this man is already dead."
"died?"
"impossible."
He shook his head and said in a deep voice: "He is not dead. My father once told me that the Climbing God is a woman. She is restricted by three things and has not left Pomegranate Village for decades."
