This was the day Miao Qiang had seen the most dead people in his life. Looking at the bright red blood on the ground, his stomach suddenly surged.
Compared to him, uncle Jin Kemu and his nephew were much better off in the funeral business, dealing with the dead all year round.
Seeing Miao Qiang's strange expression under the gas mask, Zhang Zihao stepped forward and whispered: "Old Miao, hold on! If this sprays out from the gas mask, that person will be in great trouble!"
Jin Kemu also stepped forward and blocked Miao Qiang at this time, sandwiching him in the middle with Zhang Zihao to prevent others from seeing his current embarrassment.
But now the people in the 79th Bureau did not seem to pay attention to them. At this time, Liao Qifa also ran up with people, and Zhang Zhenpeng and others began to check the bodies on the ground.
The old monk Jueyuan stood aside, twirling Buddhist beads in his hands, and silently recited the Sutra of the Past.
Not long after, Liao Qifa and Zhang Zhenpeng came to Zhang Jianmin and said: "There are twenty-four corpses in total, and they were all killed by cutting their throats with sharp weapons. There should be two perpetrators, and they are both masters. They did not give any
The opportunity for these people to resist.
Zhang Feng, the Wu brothers, Wu Zhenhao, and the woman called Aunt Hong were not among these corpses. The dead were all Zhang Feng's thugs.
Also, this is what Zhang Shijie is holding in his hand."
Zhang Jianmin took the thing handed over by Liao Qifa and opened it, and his eyes were immediately opened. He saw that it turned out to be a map of the tomb, and judging from the quality of the sheepskin map, this map was already quite old.
The map depicts the structure of the entire underground palace, especially the Shengxian Road and the Immortal Palace above. It is much more detailed than the sketches Zhang Jianmin had previously stored on his mobile phone.
While the three of them were talking, other officers from the 79th Bureau had already cleared away the scattered corpses to one side, revealing a path for them to move forward.
At this time, sharp-eyed Zhang Zihao pointed to the exposed ground and said, "Look, what pattern is this?"
After hearing this, everyone turned their attention to the place where he pointed, and saw that the bluestone pavement was full of grooves, and the blood of the deceased traced the direction of the grooves to outline a strange pattern.
Judging from the outline of the pattern, it looks like a blooming flower, but this flower has no leaves. On the bare stem is a strange red flower rendered with blood.
Just when everyone was guessing what pattern this was, the great monk Jue Yuan called out the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good! This is Manzhu Shahua, which is what people often call Bianhuahua. This Bianhua is a flower that blooms on both sides of Huangquan Road.
, as the saying goes, flowers bloom and fall for thousands of years, but red flowers and green leaves will never be seen again.
Bana flowers are divided into three colors, including yellow, white and red. Among them, only red is called mandala flower, and the other two are called mandala flower.
Manzhushahua is the transliteration of the Sanskrit "Mahamanzhushahua" in the Lotus Sutra, but why this pattern appears here is really incredible."
Zhang Jianmin's current thoughts were obviously not on the pattern on the ground. He frowned and said to Lao Liao: "The situation is not good. Judging from the current clues, there is obviously a conflict between Zhang Feng and the others.
There was internal strife. And they were armed, which is not good news for us."
Zhang Jianmin's words obviously revealed the worries of others. Lao Liao chewed his teeth and said: "Since they prepared non-metallic weapons in advance, it is enough to prove that the group has already known the layout of this tomb.
and organizations. It seems that they have more information than us!"
Zhang Jianmin nodded and said: "I'm afraid that's not all. What I'm worried about now is the woman called Aunt Hong. The organization she belongs to obviously planned this operation carefully. Zhang Feng and others are her pawns. This
We still don’t know the purpose of this organization so far.”
Then he gritted his teeth and said, "We've already come this far, so there's no reason to go back. No matter what, we have to go up and have a look."
After saying that, Zhang Jianmin was seen wearing a cassock and walking up at the top. The large red pants under the cassock were looming, making the dignified atmosphere suddenly become even weirder.
About half an hour later, everyone arrived at the corridor outside the Immortal Palace. The road to immortality, which seemed to be less than a thousand meters, was much longer to walk.
The fairy palace in front of us is even more shocking. It turns out that the fairy palace suspended in mid-air that we saw below is just the tip of the iceberg.
This fairy palace is built according to the wall of this cave. The main part is built with rubble from the mountain and built into the rock wall. The part that was seen suspended in mid-air is just its main entrance and the square in front of it.
cloister.
As a result, the scale of this fairy palace may far exceed everyone's previous expectations.
Zhang met and looked up at the fairy palace built out of the mountain, and couldn't help but sigh: "The uncanny craftsmanship of the ancients cannot be compared to modern people."
At this time, Zhang Zhenpeng pointed to a series of bloody footprints on the ground and said: "Someone among them should be injured! And the blood has not completely solidified yet. It seems that they entered soon."
Under the leadership of Zhang Jianmin, everyone passed through the cloister and square and arrived at the main entrance of the Immortal Palace. Right above the gate of the Immortal Palace, there was also a totem of the Flower of the Other Shore engraved on it.
After opening the door, it was pitch dark inside, and the light from the fire dragon lantern could no longer illuminate the scene inside. After Zhang Jianmin reminded everyone behind him to be careful, he walked in in the dark.
Miao Qiang and the other two fell at the end of the team. When they entered the Immortal Palace, they vaguely saw Zhang Jianmin finding a torch from somewhere. He put his hand on the top of the torch and touched it, and then moved closer.
He sniffed it under his nose and said, "It's Black Dragon Ointment and it can still be used. Does any of you have a lighter?"
After hearing this, everyone hurriedly rummaged around their bodies, but when they took out the lighter they were carrying, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
I saw that all the metal parts on the lighter were gone, and the lighter was scattered into several parts and was caught in my hand.
At this time, Jin Kemu smiled and said, "Don't panic, I'm here!"
Then there was a "click" sound, and this guy actually struck a match.
After lighting the torch in Zhang Jianmin's hand, everyone suddenly felt confident. They saw Zhang Jianmin walking to the wall next to the gate of the Immortal Palace, holding up the torch and saying: "There are a few more torches here, please take them with you.
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After Zhang Zihao looked at the ignited black ointment on the head of the torch, he whispered to Miao Qiang: "Old Miao, do you know what Black Dragon ointment is?"
Miao Qiang thought for a moment and said: "If I guessed correctly, this black dragon ointment should be a kind of fish oil. In the early years, the fishermen of the coastal generation had the habit of using fish oil to light lamps.
They would put the fatty fish they caught on tiles, and then bake the tiles over charcoal.
The fish is roasted in the U-shaped tile until it sizzles with oil, and the fish oil will flow along the groove into the container under the tile and be collected.
Finally, the cotton thread is twisted into a wick, and fish oil is added to the oil lamp to make a fish oil lamp."
Although Miao Qiang's words were not loud, they were still heard by other people in the tomb. Old Liao laughed and said: "You are talking nonsense and you don't know how to pretend to understand. This black dragon ointment is the candle that the ancients hunted and lived in the abyss."
It is refined from Jiuyin. How can it be compared to ordinary fish oil? It is simply nonsense and misleading people."
Zhang Jianmin saw that they were about to fight again, so he hurriedly said: "Lao Liao is right this time. According to legend, Zhu Jiuyin is a one-eyed black python that lives in the abyss. However, although it is a black python, it belongs to
The dragon species was called the candle dragon by the ancients.
The ointment refined from the oil on the body of the black python can be stored for thousands of years without drying up. In ancient times, it was more precious than gold. The grooves of the fire dragon lantern outside are filled with this ointment, so it remains
It can still be ignited even if it is preserved to this day.”
At this moment, Zhang Zhenpeng pointed to the wall at the end of the tomb and said, "Come here and take a look at this mural. What is it!?"
The great monk felt that he was far away from Zhang Zhenpeng. When he held the torch and saw clearly the content on the mural, he raised his eyebrows, "Amitabha, if I read it correctly, this should be the Thousand-legged Dragon from the Styx!"