At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the yurt not far from the crowd. Many Mongolians who were singing and drinking stopped and cheered and gathered around. Wang Xuanzhen and Tang Wenyi, who were originally arguing, were also attracted.
From a yurt in the middle of the tribe, an old man who could not even tell his age staggered out with help. He was wearing typical Mongolian clothing, but the only thing that was different was that he was holding a root in his hand.
A string of pale bone chains hangs around the neck of the cane made of animal bones, and the wrinkles on his face are almost piled together.
After the old man walked out of the yurt, he was surrounded by other people in the tribe. The people around him lowered their heads very respectfully, and then slowly sang obscure tunes around him. This tune did not sound like
The song is somewhat similar to rap in modern music.
"That is the shaman's blessing. The people in the tribe gathered around the old man and prayed for him. To put it simply, they hope that the old man will live a long life and be in good health." Tang Wenyi raised her head and looked at the old man and said: "He is a local
The most respected shaman is very prestigious among dozens of surrounding tribes and is regarded as a god by these nomads."
Wang Xuanzhen also went on to say: "Shamanistic priests are good at divination and prayer, and can save the souls of the dead. Therefore, priests are very respected in the Mongolian tribes. Sometimes when they are sick, they will not choose to seek medical treatment but will ask for help."
The priest comes to pray for blessings.”
After being surrounded by the chanting crowd, the old man suddenly raised the bone club in his hand, looked up at the sky, and uttered a series of curse-like words in his hoarse voice. Then he knelt on the ground and kissed the grassland under his feet, while the people around him
The Mongolians also quickly knelt down and worshiped on the ground. Their faces and eyes looked a little frightened and helpless, and the obscure tones in their mouths became denser and faster, and in the end they became quite powerful.
The old man who was kneeling on the ground straightened up and pointed his bone stick at the two Mongolian Khans beside him as if he was giving some instructions. The two men suddenly stood up and walked to the sheep pen outside the yurt to take out a sheep, and then they were very quick.
The sheep were slaughtered, and a few more people took out incense burners and tributes from the yurts and placed them on the ground. After a while, a dozen Mongolians wearing waist drums danced in circles around the sheep and tributes while beating the drums.
stand up.
"What do they seem to be praying for?" Professor Zhao asked in surprise.
Tang Wenyi nodded and said: "I am praying for the forgiveness of the gods... The priest said that people on the grassland will be punished and die soon. He prayed that the gods would not punish these nomads."
Cao Qingdao laughed and said: "It would be weird if people don't die. There are Mongols on the grassland. If they don't die, who will they die?"
Xiao Quanyou coughed dryly and said, "Aren't there still us?"
"Damn it, have you ever opened your mouth before? Stop talking blindly," Cao Qingdao said angrily.
Xiang Que held a cigarette in his mouth and leaned closer to Wang Xuanzhen, pulled his shoulder and whispered: "Is there any way to get rid of the archaeological team?"
"Huh?" Wang Xuanzhen glanced at Tang Wenyi, who was still looking at the shaman, and said, "Xiang Que, what's the matter? Did you get some clues?"
Xiang Que hummed but did not elaborate. He just told Wang Xuanzhen to find a way to prevent Professor Zhao and his group from following them.
The desolate songs of the Mongolian nomads have been resounding over the grassland. In the dark night sky, several goshawks and vultures have been circling for a long time and refused to leave. A few wolf howls suddenly sounded faintly in the distance of the yurt. At this time, suddenly on the grassland
A gust of cool wind blew, and the flames in the fire suddenly seemed to be extinguished.
Not long after, the shaman stopped worshiping and got up and returned to the yurt. The Mongolian nomads also began to pack their things and prepare to go back to rest. Professor Zhao and the archaeological team were arranged in two yurts.
Que and Wang Xuanzhen lived together.
At twelve o'clock in the night, the moment when the stars in the sky were the brightest, Xiang Que quietly pulled Wang Xuanzhen out of the yurt and tiptoed to a deserted place.
Tang Wenyi said before that when the parchment recorded the basis for the shaman to choose a secret hiding place for the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, he noticed that the twenty-eight stars in the sky were extremely clear when he looked up at the sky.
, and vaguely felt that what the parchment records said was true.
The Twenty-Eight Constellations are also called the Four Images, Four Beasts, Four Dimensions, and Four Directions Gods. Each group has seven constellations, making a total of twenty-eight stars.
The twenty-eight constellations start from Spica and are arranged from west to east, in the same direction as the apparent movement of the sun and moon. The ancients often used this to predict the good and bad luck of people.
Among the twenty-eight stars and four images, the one that dominates the east is Dongfang Qisu. The Eastern Qisu is like a giant dragon flying in the night sky in spring and early summer, so it is called Dongguan Canglong. It consists of Spica, Kangsu, Disu, Fangsu, and Xinsu.
It is composed of seven stars: Su, Osu and Jisu.
Kublai Khan's tomb was determined to be in the east of the grassland, where the dragon's head is located. The head of the dragon's head is the star Spica, which is like the horns of a blue dragon.
"You know how to ride a horse? Let's drive two horses over there and we'll be back before dawn."
"Fuck, if someone catches us, we will become horse thieves. This crime is almost the same as burglary among the Mongolians. We won't be thrown into jail, but our legs will definitely be broken."
After Wang Xuanzhen muttered a few words, he took out two horses from the horse pen and handed them to Xiang Que. The two jumped on the horses and hurried toward the east in the night.
More than an hour later, the two horses came to an area not far from the area where they drove around before. This was a dry river ditch that had dried up for an unknown number of years. The ground was covered with weathered river sand, with only a few weeds hanging down.
, the rest of the ground is bare and nothing.
"We have never been here before. This place really doesn't look like a geomantic treasure." Wang Xuanzhen turned around blankly and looked around. The area near this dry river ditch was too desolate.
Wang Xuanzhen took out a map and said: "I got this map from the military region. Compared with civilian maps, it is not at the same level. Moreover, I also got records of the geological changes of the grasslands in the past few hundred years from the archives of the military region.
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"You see, there was a river here more than a thousand years ago. Although the river is not big, it runs through the entire grassland. I don't know why the river suddenly dried up one day. There is no desertification here, so the river will not just dry up casually.
, I guess it may have penetrated into the ground. When did Kublai Khan die? The time when the river disappeared seems to be about the same time as when he died." Xiang Que grabbed a handful of dry sand, rubbed it with his hands and asked:
"Let's see if you have a shovel to dig deeper."
"It must be there, it is a must-have tool for the captain to touch gold." Wang Xuanzhen unpacked his bag from his horse and took out a Luoyang shovel and started digging in the middle of the dry river ditch.
After digging to a depth of half a meter, he shoveled out the mud, brought it to his nose and smelled it: "It's wet, there is indeed water down there."