"Could it be...that this is the senior expert who designed the tomb?" Looking at the uncorrupted gossip pattern on the Taoist robe, Ye Tian had this thought in his mind.
In order to ensure the confidentiality and safety of the tombs and prevent future generations from robbing the tombs, ancient emperors would kill all the craftsmen who built the tombs. The most famous one was naturally the hundreds of thousands of craftsmen buried with Qin Shihuang's mausoleum.
Since the Qin Dynasty, although emperors of all dynasties have preached that they will no longer bury living people, those who build tombs are not included in this list. Often, after the tombs are built, it is also the time when they are about to die.
As for the designer of the mausoleum, he was on the list of those who must be killed, so it was very reasonable for Ye Tian to infer that the corpse was that of the Feng Shui master at that time.
"Senior, please don't blame me. When you come back, I will recite the mantra to help you transcend reincarnation!"
Although the skin and flesh on the bones here had long since rotted away, there was still an unpleasant smell. Ye Tian didn't even squat down, but gently moved the bones with the Yanyue knife in his hand.
"As expected!"
When the corpse was moved by Ye Tian, a compass slipped from the Taoist robe. However, this compass, which was supposed to be a magic weapon, had lost all its magic power after thousands of years of erosion by the evil spirits in the tomb.
"Huh? Is there anything else?"
After the compass slipped out, Ye Tian discovered that there seemed to be a dark mass on the man's thigh bone, and he used the Yanyue knife to open up his clothes.
"Damn, how many arrows did you take?"
After picking up the Taoist's rotten clothes, Ye Tian was stunned because there were at least twenty or thirty arrow clusters densely packed among the bones between his chest and abdomen. In ancient times, this method of death was called Ten Thousand Arrows.
Arrow pierces the heart.
It seems that this man was not a good person, and he put up a fierce resistance when he was about to be killed, but in the end, he was unable to defeat the four-handed man with two fists, and he was killed by an arrow in the end.
"No matter how strong a person is, he is no match for the imperial court!" Ye Tian shook his head and warned himself with these words, and then looked at the man's thigh bone.
There was a palm-sized black object at the root of the man's thigh. It was supposed to be tied with a cowhide band, but after the flesh rotted, the object became stuck in his bones.
"Is it an iron box?" Ye Tian gently touched the flat object with his Yanyue knife, and there was a sound of metal clashing.
"Is it the secret technique passed down by this person?"
Ye Tian no longer cared about the unpleasant temperature on the ground, squatted down and took out the box, "Huh? It's not an iron box, but it's made of wood?"
The box is heavy to begin with, but it does not have a metallic texture. Instead, it is made of agarwood, and there is a light fragrance on the tip of the nose.
Ye Tian felt excited in his heart. Modern martial arts were declining. Apart from his own inheritance, he could no longer see other members of the Qi Sect. Thinking that the wooden box in his hand was most likely the inheritance of the Taoist, Ye Tian's heart suddenly became hot.
.
The copper buttons of the wooden box were still well preserved. Ye Tian lifted the buttons upwards and reached out to open the box.
"Silk?"
Looking at the thin silk book in the wooden box, Ye Tian was ecstatic. Although paper already existed in the Tang Dynasty, some valuable records were mostly written on silk. This must be the inheritance of Taoists.
Already.
Without having time to think about it, Ye Tian reached out and took it out, but an accident happened at this moment. The silk in his hand was like powder, and turned into fly ash with Ye Tian's movements.
"Ah? What...what's going on?"
After all, Ye Tian is not a professional archaeologist, and his awareness of the protection of cultural relics in tombs is not as good as that of the half-assed tomb robber Zhou Xiaotian above.
Ye Tian didn't know that these objects that had been sealed in the tombs for thousands of years would soon decay into dust if they were not given professional care when exposed to oxygen.
When a well-preserved tomb in China was opened, archaeologists watched helplessly as a square table slowly changed color. When the wind from the blower blew over the square table, the entire square table was reduced to ashes.
"Damn, what...what should I do?"
The decay of the silk made Ye Tian go crazy. Although he had guessed the principle at this time, he didn't know how to stop the aging of the silk.
"By the way, Yin Qi should be able to preserve these silks!" Ye Tian suddenly felt something in his heart. He remembered that his master seemed to have said that the Yin soil and Yin Qi in the tombs that had not seen sunlight can both preserve the oxidized materials in the tombs.
utensils.
Thinking of this, Ye Tian used his right hand slightly to activate the evil spirit in the Yanyue Knife. An extremely yin energy overflowed from the Yanyue Knife and enveloped the wooden box.
Sure enough, just as Ye Tian guessed, when the Yin Qi enveloped the wooden box, the aging of the silk inside suddenly stopped. However, when Ye Tian reached out to pick it up again, his heart was full of bitterness.
Just when the silk was in contact with the air for a short period of time, all the silk, about a finger thick, rotted away. Ye Tian could only pick up a handful of ashes when he picked it up with two fingers.
"What a pity, I'm such a fucking prodigal!" Ye Tian was about to cry without tears at the moment. He sighed in one breath, and the ashes in the wooden box flew up and scattered in the tomb.
"Huh? Is there anything else?" When Ye Tian looked at the bottom of the box, his heart couldn't help but thump again, because he found that there was a piece of folded cyan cloth in the wooden box.
This time, Ye Tian did not dare to grab it with his hands. While nourishing the wooden box with Yin Qi, he released the Qi machine and sensed the location of the Yin soil in the tomb.
The so-called Yin soil in Qimen has never seen the sun, and secondly, it needs to be nourished by Yin energy. The soil itself contains Yin energy, but soil is not as able to accommodate Yin energy as jade. Yin soil is still relatively
rare.
However, under Ye Tian's induction, he quickly noticed the difference under a floor tile. After stretching out the Yanyue knife to pry out the square tile, Ye Tian pinched up a small amount of soil inside.
Sprinkling this pinch of soil on the cloth, Ye Tian secretly prayed in his heart, "I hope this thing can preserve this piece of clothing!"
After tucking the lid of the wooden box into his tights, Ye Tian hesitated as he looked at the corpse.
In a sense, a person dies and is buried in peace. As a senior in Qimen, since Ye Tian met him, it was fate. He should help this person collect his bones and bury him separately.
Moreover, Ye Tian received such great benefits from this tomb, all thanks to this person. It would be unjustifiable if his bones were not collected.
After Ye Tian thought for a while, he reached out and tore off the two trouser legs, bowed to the Taoist corpse, and said in his mouth: "Senior, I'm sorry!"
Ignoring the stench coming from his nose, Ye Tian put the Taoist's bones piece by piece into his trouser legs. The tights were of good quality and elastic, so they were not afraid of being scratched or broken.
"It's time to leave!" After looking back at several huge coffins in the tomb, Ye Tian took the Taoist's bones and the Yanyue knife, walked out of the back tomb, and returned to the ground along the corridor.
"who?!"
As soon as Ye Tian popped his head out of the robbery hole, Zhou Xiaotian, who was sleeping beside him with dead grass on his head, jumped up. He had not had a good night either. He was worried that someone would come over without telling him, and he was also worried that something might happen to Ye Tian down there.
"What are you yelling about? Keep your voice down!"
It was already almost five o'clock in the morning, and the sound of cockcrows from the distant village could be heard in my ears. I was afraid that in a while, someone would be passing by on this road.
"Brother Ye, is it you?"
Hearing Ye Tian's voice, Zhou Xiaotian was immediately filled with surprises. Especially when he saw the trouser legs and the moon-cutting knife that Ye Tian was holding in both hands, Zhou Xiaotian's eyes narrowed with laughter.
Although Ye Tian's trip was to help him resolve the disaster, he spent two nights in a row drinking the northwest wind to give Ye Tian some relief. There was no merit but hard work. Ye Tian got a big head from the tomb, and he would share it with himself.
A little bit.
Seeing the bulges in the trouser legs, and some sharp objects sticking out, Zhou Xiaotian could conclude that they must be some gold and silver utensils. Although Brother Ye claimed that he didn't know how to rob tombs, what he took out were all good things.
Seeing Zhou Xiaotian standing there stupidly in a daze, Ye Tian couldn't help scolding him: "What are you still doing? Quickly clean up this place and fill up the holes. It's getting late. Let's go back to Yanjing overnight!"
"Hey, Brother Ye, look at it, leave it all to me!" Zhou Xiaotian, who woke up from what Ye Tian said, started working with his engineering shovel. After more than ten minutes, the robber hole had recovered.
As before.
After Zhou Xiaotian took care of the robbery hole, Ye Tian also changed his clothes, and then used the tights he took off to wrap the Taoist's bones, and found two hemp ropes and tied them tightly.
"Let's go!" Ye Tian, holding the Yanyue knife in one hand and the bag of bones in the other, called to Zhou Xiaotian and rushed to where he parked his car.
"Brother Ye, I...can I get one for you?"
Who said Zhou Xiaotian was cold? At this moment, he was very active. His eyes were glistening and he never left Ye Tian's tight-fitting package.
"Want to help? Okay!" Ye Tian smiled and handed the Yanyue Sword in his right hand to Zhou Xiaotian.
"Damn, this...why is this thing so heavy?"
Zhou Xiaotian originally didn't care much when he saw Ye Tian carrying the Yanyue Sword with such ease, but when he took the Yanyue Sword, his hands fell down so hard that he almost missed his feet.
"What's the matter? Just give it back to me if you can't take it anymore!" Ye Tian said with a smile.
If you want to divide the spoils, you can't just talk in vain. Now is the opportunity to show off. Zhou Xiaotian quickly said: "Yes, I can take it!"
Zhou Xiaotian also practiced martial arts since childhood, and his arms were quite strong. After holding the Yanyue Sword on his shoulders, he was able to keep up with Ye Tian's footsteps.
