Chapter 116: The gods are also jealous of ghosts and plagues
"Interesting, there must be other paths. If I just leave like this, I will waste the opportunity to collect clues..."
Jiang Wen ignored the putrid smell emanating from the corpse and searched the tomb carefully, and found that there was indeed something unusual about the tomb.
Not to mention that this corpse had a strong body, clear facial features, moist skin, elastic muscles, and even the blood vessels were vaguely visible. Just the fact that the deceased had a vague resemblance to the butcher who had just been with him made Jiang Wenbusi suspect that Ji Bi
Has the corpse in the alley turned into bubbles and disappeared at this moment, and returned to the coffin before he did?
It wasn't Jiang Wen who was trying to scare him, but the corpse's head was also cut open with a sharp blade, and its cervical vertebrae were severed from it. It was obvious that it died in a very short period of time. It's just that the corpse relied on some kind of antiseptic technology to maintain the strange feeling of being immortal.
state, and even cannot determine the time of death.
"The shape of this tomb is also very particular..."
Jiang Wen left the body of the violently deceased man and carefully inspected the large blue bricks that made up the tomb, and his surprise became even stronger.
It has a square boot-shaped tomb, octagonal stacked arches, and bucket-shaped caisson-style brickwork. This is not a tomb that was excavated later, but a standard Song tomb!
In other words, long before the house of the owner of Eryouzhai was built, the tomb had been hidden deep in the unknown underground. It was not until the passage of time and the passage of time that it was accidentally discovered by the owner of the study and became the basis for him to create terror in Jipi Lane.
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The empty tomb had been ransacked a long time ago, and thieves who went straight into the cave entered without hesitation. Only the coffin that was once covered with vermilion paint and the gaps were stuffed with rosin was safe and sound, lying quietly in the underground palace together with its owner.
, silently and coldly facing Jiang Wen who broke in.
This corpse was extremely rotten, and the shriveled corpse seemed to contain countless miasmatic air, which mixed with the sudden influx of air and turned into a colorful and strange mist. It was obvious that the entire Jipi
The peculiar smell that often comes out of the alley comes from this sleeping underground tomb.
The owner of Eryouzhai has disappeared from the tomb, like a non-existent shadow in the sun. Only the green and green candle flame is swaying, proving that there are signs of someone moving inside. In a hurry, he threw all the candlesticks here.
After all, in the dark underground, a candlelight is the ultimate target that moths chase.
Jiang Wen only saw the candlelight left on the ground, but wanted to know the "candlelight" that the owner of Eryouzhai took away.
"This street seems to be no earlier than the late Tang and early Song Dynasty, and it can be built to bury such a large tomb. I always feel that there is something wrong..."
Jiang Wen picked up the candlestick to light up the tomb chamber. Suddenly, he saw some corners of silk under the faded vermilion paint coffin. After gently moving the coffin, he pulled out a roll of silk, unfolded it on the ground and suddenly discovered that it was a pair of white silk pieces.
A long silk banner with black characters on the bottom.
On this silk banner is written: "Kuimen looks forward to your arrival every day, and the people of Baidi think about it after they have passed away. It is as if they have gone to Huangge early, and there is always no thought in the rain." It can be imagined that when the tomb owner was buried, he buried the tomb.
Wearing this banner.
What's more important is that in the corner of the silk banner, there is also a year number - Duanping Bingshen.
Duanping was the name of Emperor Lizong Zhao Yun of the Song Dynasty. Unfortunately, the skull wine bowl of this emperor was still in Jiang Wen's possession.
And Jiang Wen happened to know that the Duanping and Bingshen years of Song Lizong's reign were the third year of the third reign name he used, which was 1236 AD.
That year was a critical time for Mongolia to launch a massive attack on the Southern Song Dynasty after Mongolia and Song Dynasty united to destroy the Jin Dynasty. Long before Diaoyu City shocked the world and held on for 36 years, Kuimen mentioned in the silk banner was already an outpost against the Mongols.
Jiang Wen searched around the faded red lacquer coffin and found another paragraph written in black ink in small regular script. It looked like the handwriting of today's people, with the four characters "Flying Divine Soldier" of unknown meaning written on it.
There is a legend in the Sichuan area that there were flying divine soldiers who helped quell the chaos, but we don’t know what it has to do with the owner of the tomb.
"The White Emperor of Kuimen died of a broken head and neck in the third year of Duanping. Coupled with the mournful tone on the silk banner, the deceased in the tomb must be a fierce general in the rebellion."
Based on this calculation, Jiang Wen can determine the year of construction of this tomb, which was during the reign of Emperor Lizong of the Southern Song Dynasty. The deceased should be a general who had been in battle for a long time. He died accidentally during the battle with Mongolia and was later secretly buried in Fuzhou City.
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What's more coincidental is that it is said in Jipi Alley that Zheng Xingzhi, the champion of the Southern Song Dynasty, beat and killed the butcher during this period.
However, Zheng Xingzhi was famously good-tempered, and his political opponents accused him of being "lenient and unruly, cowardly and selfish." It was unlikely that he would kill someone for a crime like Wen Yanbo.
As ministers of the same dynasty of Emperor Lizong, the unknown general and Mrs. Zheng were close in age and both were from Fuzhou. The locals may have mixed up the story of this general and Mrs. Zheng, and turned it into a murderer of the number one scholar.
After learning the identity of the deceased in the tomb, Jiang Wen began to search for an exit in the tomb. A candle might not be of much use at ordinary times, but it was extremely useful in this seemingly closed space.
Jiang Wen walked around the wall holding the candlestick, carefully observing the direction in which the flame tongue was fluttering, and soon found traces of air flow at the bottom of the wall of the false window. He slowly checked and found a few loose bluestones.
The color of these bluestones is slightly different from the surrounding stones, but the shape is not bad at all!
Jiang Wen guessed that the owner of Eryouzhai must have searched Song tombs in various places before sifting out bricks of such similar sizes to make this fake wall that concealed it from the outside world.
As Jiang Wen exerted force with three fingers, he pulled out the bluestones one by one, and as expected, a corridor of compacted soil was revealed, leading diagonally upwards to an unknown direction.
After covering the vermilion coffin board, Jiang Wen got into the cave that could only be passed by bending down. Not far along the corridor, two forked roads soon appeared, leading to completely opposite directions.
Jiang Wen chose the path on the left, and after walking through the vast darkness, he suddenly found that the road in front of him was increasingly sloping upward, until it was straight up to the top of his head, and the sound of incense and praise could be heard slowly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He climbed up into the hole gently and saw two inconspicuous holes, which were shining with the light of candles, and many human voices floated out from inside.
Through the small hole, Jiang Wen saw a secret hall. In this destined to be restless night, the lights were brightly lit and the candles were burning all night long.
There is a strange painting on the ground in the distance.
The god in the painting stretches out many arms, holding eight kinds of magical instruments: wheel, conch, umbrella, banner, flower, vase, fish, and knot. There is also a vertical eye on his forehead, as if he has seen through the past and present life, and his treasure appearance is extraordinary.
But the abdomen of this god was suddenly torn open and the abdominal cavity was exposed. A hand was twisting the intestines, and blood was dripping from his chest. His neck was slightly stretched forward, as if he wanted to ask the world why he didn't turn around.
When Jiang Wen saw a bluestone incense table in front of him, with melons, fruits, pears and peaches in a golden basin, he instantly realized that the place where he poked his head out of the robbery hole should be a clay statue of a god that was molded on the ground.
The small hole in front of me is the hollow dug out of the mud tire.
"There are residential buildings adjacent to Jipi Lane, but there is the Tianhou Palace in Gong Lane, where all the incense and incense are gathered. What is the purpose of the owner of Eryouzhai building a corridor leading here?"
Just when Jiang Wen was confused and thinking about returning to the original road as soon as possible to catch up with the target, the villagers worshiping the strange statue in front of him suddenly stood up and held it on his chest with the gesture of a blooming lotus.
"Welcome to the Red Lotus Holy Mother Bodhisattva."
Voices of praise and praise rang out one after another. From a position invisible to Jiang Wen, an important person seemed to have appeared, interrupting the villagers' practice and chanting of the strange statue.
When the two villagers put away the idol from the ground, Jiang Wen discovered that the eight-armed magic weapon and the vertical eye in the forehead belonged to a carefully drawn hollow painting, which happened to be nested on an ancient scroll on the ground - the remaining one
Zhang is the original appearance of the unknown ancient Buddha who was disemboweled and disemboweled.
"Since the true Buddha has already welcomed him back, why didn't Protector Huang Ji come to pick him up?"
An indistinguishable male and female voice sounded, causing people on the ground to commotion. It took a long time for someone to say something.
"Protector Huang... Protector Huang disappeared after rubbing the real Buddha... It must be because he has other important matters, right?"
That voice sounded extremely unhappy.
"Ever since the disappearance of Holy Child Hongyang, my sect's dharma lineage has become estranged. Now Huang Ji can even ignore the Holy Mother of Red Lotus?"
Hearing the familiar name, Jiang Wen's eyes lit up as he was hiding in the clay statue. He seemed to have found the right place...