"Have you ever heard of it? When a woman catches an adulterer, her IQ is equivalent to that of Sherlock Holmes. What the hell does that mean? It means that if a woman is smart, there will be no unsolved cases in the world, and her brain will catch up with the computer.
"Cao Qingdao bared his teeth and said with emotion: "Did this woman get a rabies vaccine on the right side of her head when she was a child? Why is she so smart?"
When Professor Zhao drove them away, several people thought about it. After the front legs disappeared, they would find a place to hide and continue searching for the tomb tomorrow. Since they were here, they couldn't stay for a day or two without harvesting and then go back. No matter what, they had to persist for a few days before talking.
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When Professor Zhao heard what Tang Wenyi said, he suddenly understood.
Tang Wenyi waved a small riding whip and said next to the professor and Wang Xuanzhen: "Teacher, to guard against thieves for a thousand days, it is better to keep the thieves tied up by your side. I think we should let our senior brother stay with us. Under your nose, senior brother
Can you still dig out your Five Fingers Mountain?"
Cao Qingdao sighed and said: "We are on the way to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. We encountered the Buddha leading a group of little demons to rob the way. There is no way we can be saved."
Professor Zhao nodded thoughtfully, and after walking around Wang Xuanzhen and the others, he said quite clearly: "That's the truth. Fatty Wang, why don't you just stay with us? Originally, this
The first time I led a team into the grassland was to search for the tombs of the Yuan Dynasty emperors. It just so happened that we could join forces. I still believe in your professionalism."
Wang Xuanzhen helplessly spread his hands towards Xiang Que and the others, with a wry smile on his face.
After dark, the top team of tomb robbers followed Professor Zhao to a nomadic gathering place more than 60 miles away from where they met. This was a small tribe consisting of more than 30 yurts and more than 200 people.
, raising over a thousand cattle, sheep and horses, making a living by just grazing.
The herdsmen are very hospitable to ordinary people, and are only hostile to those tomb robbers who come to the grassland with bad intentions. Professor Zhao and the others are a regular archaeological team. They entered Outer Mongolia from the border port the day before yesterday with formal procedures, and they were in
When they came, they also brought many daily necessities needed by the nomads, so the tribal people were very friendly to this group.
Bonfire, barbecue and kumiss are the three essential things for the Mongolian tribes to entertain guests. They lit a bonfire for Professor Zhao and others alone, and then the best person in the two tribes who was good at barbecue killed a sheep to serve them specially.
A lot of kumiss was placed next to the pile for people to drink.
The aroma of roasted, sizzling and oily mutton spread everywhere, making Xiang Que and his friends, who had only eaten compressed biscuits and dried meat these days, their eyes gleam. First they drank a bowl of wine happily, and then ate the meat with big mouthfuls. They suddenly felt
The whole person's mental state immediately improved.
"Fat Wang"
Wang Xuanzhen ate meat and responded vaguely: "What's the matter?"
Professor Zhao couldn't wait to ask: "You must be looking for the tombs of the Yuan Dynasty emperors when you come to the grassland this time. Tell me what useful information you have now. Don't say you don't have it. You and I don't understand it yet? The most important thing about Peking University in the past ten years is
Cunning fat man, if you don’t have any clues, you will definitely not enter the grassland for no reason. Please tell me honestly, I won’t make it difficult for you.”
Xiang Que sighed in a low voice: "You are a thief if you are too old to die."
Wang Xuanzhen took out the blackened parchment from his body and threw it over. Professor Zhao immediately came over eagerly, and Tang Wenyi and several other classmates also gathered around.
"Is this...shamanic script?" Professor Zhao screamed in surprise, raised his head and asked, "Fat man, how many of these shamanistic scripts have you deciphered?"
Professor Zhao, like a monkey spirit, immediately tasted a hint of conspiracy from this sheepskin.
"Not much, even half of it. Shamanism is an extremely rare field in the Wang family. We have only scratched the surface of it in the past few decades."
Professor Zhao pulled Tang Wenyi with a smile and said: "Come on, good student, look at what the words above mean."
"Ah?" Xiang Que, Wang Xuanzhen and the Xiao brothers were all confused.
Professor Zhao snorted, held up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said proudly: "You have met the right person. Tang Wenyi's ancestral home is in the Northeast. His grandmother used to be a shaman's goddess." Goddess are more common in the rural areas of the Northeast, and they still exist in the Northeast.
In rural-themed TV dramas, you sometimes see a person beating a drum, dancing, shaking his head, and mumbling words. This is the dancing master in shaman sacrifices and prayers. / Cool / yjiangwangwei / 一☆ =正版, {
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"Shaman's sacrificial text?" Tang Wenyi didn't care about the eyes of the people sitting next to her. She went to the fire and carefully discerned the words on it.
"Do you think, if this little junior sister can translate all the shaman texts, what are the chances of us finding the tomb?" Xiang Que asked.
Wang Xuanzhen thought for a while and said uncertainly: "About 50%."
"Then what should we do after we find it?" Xiang Que nuzzled towards Professor Zhao and said, "Let's go together? They are an official organization. If the tomb is discovered, we may not even have a chance to take a look and will be kicked out.
Haha, I’m making a wedding dress for someone else.”
Wang Xuanzhen took out the cigarette and handed it to him. After lighting the mountain, he slowly exhaled the smoke and said: "The golden cicada escapes from its shell."
"Fuck, are you deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors?"
"After we come out, I will reveal the news to them, and everyone will be happy, right?"
"You fat man, you are really a thief."
Nearly an hour later, Tang Wenyi let out a breath and rubbed her sore neck and said: "It is indeed a sacrificial text written by a shaman to pray for the emperor's return to heaven. The records in it are not very detailed."
Wang Xuanzhen said calmly: "Junior sister, although I don't understand much, I still understand something."
Not to be outdone, Tang Wenyi replied: "Then tell me what the meaning of this is."
Wang Xuanzhen did not argue with her, but stretched out his hand and said: "Give me the things. The ancestral things cannot be desecrated by others."
Unexpectedly, Tang Wenyi actually put the parchment directly into her pocket, and said extremely cunningly: "I will tell you the contents, you give this thing to me... Don't be too busy to refuse, this
Parchment is of no use to ordinary people, and it is neither an antique nor valuable, but it is of great significance to shamans. This exchange is actually very cost-effective for us."
"Deal" Wang Xuanzhen said very simply.
Tang Wenyi said: "After the death of emperors of the Yuan Dynasty, the shaman master at that time would choose a secret hiding place for them. It is recorded that Kublai Khan was buried in the east of the grassland after his death, based on the twenty-eight stars...
···Then an altar was built, and Kublai Khan’s golden body was hidden under the altar.”
Tang Wenyi's words were directed at Wang Xuanzhen. She did not notice that when she was speaking, the man next to Fatty Wang was looking up at the night sky in the distance.