Everyone quickly arrived at the ninth floor. The ninth floor was the same as the other floors. Nothing was placed inside. Buddhists believe that emptiness is color, and form is emptiness. Taoists are also famous for their Taoism, so generally nothing is placed in the pagoda.
It's all empty. In Da Zhuang's words, looking at the tower makes you feel lonely, and sweeping the tower makes you even more lonely.
But the ninth floor is still somewhat different from other places. There is a huge picture painted on the dome, which feels a bit like the top of a Western church. However, this painting is very strange. Normally, this position would be either a painting of Buddha or a Buddha.
They mainly paint the Taoist ideal realm of fairyland. But a lot of light yellow paint is used here, and the paintings are all about the vast desert. I really can’t figure out what the desert has to do with this pagoda. Everyone looked at it for a few times and found it boring, so they stopped.
Despite ignoring it, Shui Yueqing recorded the whole thing with her mobile phone.
"Go down." My father stood by the window and said in a low voice.
Da Zhuang stepped forward and asked, "Fourth Master, shall we go back?"
"Nonsense! If I don't go back, I'm still celebrating the New Year here!" Dad seemed to be in a very bad mood, and no one dared to come forward to talk to him anymore, and just walked quickly downstairs in silence.
When we arrived on the first floor, Ah Fei and the others were waiting anxiously. Six people stood in a circle around grandpa's body. Only then did I realize that my unfilial grandson hadn't even looked at grandpa yet, so I hurriedly squeezed through the crowd to look at grandpa.
Walking over there. Grandpa is not tall and a little thin. The eyes and noses of father and grandpa are indeed very similar. Maybe because the place where grandpa fell was near the terracotta warriors, there was no corruption in his body. However,
There was a deep stab wound near my grandfather's chest. I took off my clothes and took a closer look. The murder weapon must have been a blade similar to a bayonet!
"Dad, my grandfather must have been killed by Kato!" I said to my father. Although there were some ups and downs in my heart, after all, I didn't have any feelings other than blood relations, so my emotions were fairly calm.
"Why do you see it?" my father asked with a sigh.
I said: "There must be very few people who knew this place back then, and the person who could kill grandpa with a dagger must be someone close to him, and he was deeply trusted by grandpa. The only one we knew who came with grandpa at that time was Kato, so it is very possible
He was the one who carried out the murder."
The father shook his head: "Your inference is too arbitrary. There is no way to rule out whether other people were present at the time. Moreover, Kato was also missing during that operation. This makes it even more impossible to explain that he was the one who killed him. This is
Can you tell anything about the piece of iron your grandfather got from Yanling?"
I almost jumped over in three steps to catch the iron block. My hands were shaking with excitement. Da Zhuang and Shui Yueqing also came to watch. I put the iron block flat on my lap and held it in one hand.
I was wearing a wolf-eye flashlight, but when I saw the content on the iron block, I couldn’t help but be surprised and disappointed!
I originally thought that this mysterious object that has been passed down for nearly half a century should record something incredible, but what I didn't expect was that it was a painting, and I have seen this painting before.
The last of the murals we saw in the cave before we entered the waterhole! This is just a smaller version.
But questions arose one after another. This painting can almost be regarded as a map recording the location of the Eight Treasures Pagoda, but why was this picture engraved on such a piece of iron? What’s even more incredible is that it turned out to be a map of China.
The burial object of the ancestor Yan Emperor! At the same time, this picture was carved in an inconspicuous cave in Gaoligong Mountain, Yunnan, in the far south of China!
I looked at this piece of iron, and I was puzzled. Damn it, is it real? Is this thing really touched by Emperor Yan back then? This is too abstract, isn't it? The era of Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors? It was something from more than 4,000 years ago.
? It existed in the early days of Chinese civilization? Isn’t this nonsense! Just look at the delicateness of this texture. How could it be produced in that rough and arrogant era?
"Dad, I have seen the picture above on the rock wall of the cave before. It is almost exactly the same. The author of the two pictures is either the same person or a copy of the other. In short, the two pictures are very closely related!" I said
road.
The father found a place to sit down, and then said to everyone: "We haven't rested for a long time. Sit down and have a rest and eat something. We don't know how far we have to go, so we may not have the chance to rest and eat."
"After that, I took out some food and asked me while eating: "Is there anything else?"
"And -" I stared at the painting hard, wishing I could burn it through with my passionate eyes. In the end, I really couldn't see anything. But with so many people watching, it would be a bit embarrassing to say that I don't know.
I have no choice but to say what I just thought of, which is related to the first one: "Judging from the texture and strokes of this picture, it cannot be made in the Yanhuang era!"
My father didn't give me any chance to breathe, and then asked: "Then why does it appear in Yanling?"
"Oh, I know this." Dazhuang came to my rescue at the critical moment: "Historically, Yanling experienced relocation and reconstruction, and it was not until the Southern Song Dynasty that it was completely stabilized. The Ming Dynasty went through several repairs, and was built on the old site.
During this period of large-scale expansion, it is very likely that someone mistakenly regarded it as an ancient burial object and left it in Yanling."
Shui Yueqing shook his head and immediately denied: "Impossible, the ancients had a very strong ability to identify calligraphy and painting. The style of this painting is completely different from that of the Yan and Huang emperors. No matter how confused the ancients were, they would not be so wrong.
.Besides, during Emperor Yan’s time, he didn’t know how to forge iron tools at all, so where did this piece of iron come from!”
The father nodded: "This girl is right. It couldn't have been put in by mistake. So how do you think it got to Yanling?"
"There is only one possibility, it was put in intentionally!"
"Why?" My father's eyes lit up and he asked with some joy.
"Because this person wants to keep a certain secret sealed forever!" Shui Yueqing said thoughtfully: "The two emperors of Yan and Huang are the ancestral mausoleums of the Chinese nation. As long as they are not relocated, no matter how much they are renovated or rebuilt, his underground palace will remain.
It is impossible for anyone to turn it over. It is absolutely safe to place this thing in the Yanling Underground Palace. As long as he doesn't say anything, no one will turn over the head of the ancestor's mausoleum for this piece of iron."
"Well said!" The father clapped his hands and stood up suddenly: "The girl sees things very thoroughly, and this is the key to the whole thing. Xiaolong, look at me, she is still a girl, and she sees things better than you.
It’s much more profound! However, I really can’t figure out, apart from being very weird and evil, what secrets does this tower have that it takes so much effort to seal up?”
Shui Yueqing shook his head and said: "I have thought about this issue for a long time. If it is just to protect this tower, then it is a trivial matter. No matter how good things are hidden deep underground, they have no value.
Yan. Could it be that there is really a monster underneath? In order to prevent the monster from being released intentionally or unintentionally, the man even hid the entire pagoda?"
This sentence can scare a lot of people. Ah Fei pointed to the ground and whispered: "You mean, there might really be a monster suppressing this ground?"
"How is that possible! What age is this? Don't be fooling the public with your lies!" Jianhua retorted righteously, but the bones in his body could not help but tremble.
I originally didn’t believe in things like demons and ghosts, but what happened in this tower made me have some changes in my previous understanding. I couldn’t figure out how under any circumstances, an ordinary glazed tower in the purely material world could
It can bleed! It's like it has life characteristics. Also out of curiosity, I couldn't help but ask: "Dad, should we try breaking a god statue?"
The father was stunned for a moment and didn't speak for a long time. He was about to finish smoking a cigarette, and then he suddenly put the cigarette butt on the ground: "Okay! Don't stop doing it, his grandma, how can I come out empty-handed after spending so much effort?
Go back! Get the gun!"
Shui Yueqing stepped forward to stop him and said, "Mr. Qian, these statues are priceless cultural relics. Do you really want to smash them?"
"There are hundreds of statues here, what are you afraid of if you smash a few?" His father saw that Shui Yueqing wanted to talk, but was too lazy to listen to her ramblings. As soon as the trigger was pulled, the gunshot rang out. Amidst the gunfire, there was a burst of gold and iron.
There was a buzzing sound, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen statues of gods had been smashed by bullets.
The father put the gun into Ah Fei's hand and sat cross-legged on the ground: "Humph! I want to see what the consequences will be!"
Everyone waited in silence, not even daring to take a breath, looking at the surrounding towers in horror. Almost everyone imagined in their minds what the legendary monster looked like and how it would take the stage.
Five seconds passed, 30 seconds passed, one minute passed... Five minutes passed quickly, and everyone waited quietly for more than ten minutes, but nothing happened, everything was still the same!
"Fuck! That bitch Chai Yu lied to us!" Tu'er cursed extremely angrily.
Shui Yueqing said with some annoyance: "I really regret it, why didn't I shoot him?"
The father shook his head, and his clenched fists trembled for a while and then relaxed: "It's too late to say anything now. All that's left for us is this broken tower that can't be moved. Let's go back. A Fei, take someone with you."
Take all the valuable things down there that you can. If I can’t get the treasure, I’ll fill up my wallet! Xiaolong, you go too, tell them what’s valuable, and try to pick up the lightest things!” The two Japanese pressed their buttons.
He couldn't help but follow him.
In fact, on the lower floor, apart from the big statue in the center, there are only small statues on the eight walls. There is no picking or picking up, just pick up the smaller statues and move them. Moreover, everyone is also in the industry.
It has been a long time. As the saying goes, if you have read three hundred Tang poems by heart, you will know whether they are good or bad, and they will know whether they are good or bad, and there is no need for me to give guidance.