It is true that Hu Yanguo has never been above the third floor of the nine-story tower. He fled here from Tang Yue's threat desperately just to survive. He is unwilling and does not dare to take risks again. What will be on the nine-story tower, Hu Yanguo actually
I really want to know, but setting foot in a place out of curiosity can only be done by immature people. Really stable people can suppress the desire in their hearts. They have their own purpose in everything they do.
Hu Yanguo's mood was still unstable, so Xiaozi and Jinpu Awang left him outside the first floor. The two followed the rope directly to the third floor. They saw another closed door at the top of the stairs leading to the fourth floor.
At that time, Hu Yanguo only tentatively listened to the movement inside the stone door, but did not actually open the door.
The two people were very careful this time and tried their best to take perfect protective measures. They tried to push the door open to a ten centimeter gap, and then waited quietly until they confirmed that there was no abnormal movement inside.
Keep pushing the door wider.
The nine-story pagoda is a structure with a small head and a large tail. The higher you go up, the smaller the area of the tower. When Mustache and Jinpu Awang entered here, they felt like they had entered a shrine dedicated to gods. One statue is about three meters tall.
A meter-high statue stands at one end of the fourth floor. It is a beautifully carved statue.
"Their beliefs have indeed changed." When Mustache saw this statue, he confirmed his previous guess, because the god worshiped by this group of believers changed from the earliest six-fingered god to a goddess.
If you don't understand that period of history, you have no idea what the origins and legends of this enshrined goddess are. In front of the statue, there is a very flat container, like a huge plate, with six very simple inscriptions engraved on the surface.
Thin grooves. The plate is carved out of stone, but it has turned into a dark red color.
There was a layer of completely dried blood on the surface of the plate. After time, the dried blood stains looked like a layer of limestone. Mustache tried it with a dagger and found that the blood stains were three to four centimeters thick. It can be imagined that the believers at that time used
How much blood did it take to deposit such a thick stain on the plate?
The believers of this ancient religion have a fanatical obsession with blood. This obsession may also be due to the needs of the gods they worship. From the six-fingered god in Bingcheng to the current goddess, the gods they believe in have suddenly changed. However, as a response to
The object of sacrifice to the gods has not changed, it is still blood.
Mustache may have developed a subconscious habit. Every time he saw this kind of stone statue, he would deliberately observe the other person's left hand. The hands of the stone statue were folded in front of him. He took a step closer and put
The light was adjusted to the strongest, and he was suddenly a little startled, because he saw that on the left hand of the goddess, six fingers were clearly carved out at the end of the little finger.
He was a little confused. The gods had changed, but it seemed that the only thing that hadn't changed was this weird six-finger. What was going on? In Mustache's impression, there were so many gods and Buddhas believed in by various religions at home and abroad.
Can a god with six fingers be worshiped?
Looking further, they saw a very flat stone slab under the flat plate used to hold blood. The stone slab was polished like a mirror, but it could be seen with the naked eye that there were many very fine lines on it.
The lines are messy and complicated, without any rules, as if someone had scratched them with a knife.
"What is this?" Jinpu Ngawang asked.
Mustache couldn't explain it for the time being, but this slate must have its use, otherwise it wouldn't have been polished so smooth and smooth. He looked at it carefully for a long time and discovered a problem. In fact, that stone slab
The plate used to hold the blood was not completely sealed. In the center of the plate, there was a small hole the size of a soybean, which was mostly blocked by dried blood.
"The situation at that time should be like this." Mustache analyzed: "The believers poured the collected blood along the six grooves of the stone plate. In addition to part of the blood that will remain on the stone plate, another part will definitely flow along the stone plate.
The small hole in the center flows down to the smooth stone slab below."
"What's the use of doing this?" Jinpu Ngawang used the tip of his dagger to dig out the blocked hole in the stone plate bit by bit, and said, "Do you want to try it?"
Mustache thought about it. The believers placed the sacrificial stone plate and this stone plate up and down, and then opened a small hole in the stone plate. They must have some purpose. I don't know if there are any dangers in the nine-story pagoda, but the stone plate is
Blood was poured into it not only once or twice, but such a thick blood stain was formed by at least hundreds or even more sacrifices.
"You can try it." Mustache said and took off his gloves, but was stopped by Jin Pu Awang, who said that his health was good and it didn't matter if he bled a little.
Jinpu Ngawang made a cut on his hand. He didn't have that much blood to bleed, so he couldn't waste it. He dripped blood near the small hole in the center of the stone plate. Drops of blood began to flow along the stone plate itself.
It tilted and flowed into the small hole. Mustache had been watching closely. He didn't know what would happen if the blood dropped on the stone plate. However, the stone plate itself should have no mystery, because the small hole was only as big as a soybean and could not hide any tricks.
.
A drop of complete blood fell on the stone slab below, and was broken into several pieces. The moment the blood dropped on the stone slab, it seemed to disappear immediately, but Mustache knew that it was not a real disappearance, but blood
It penetrates into the complex and abstract textures on the stone slabs.
As the amount of blood dripping from the stone plate gradually increased, the blood on the stone plate began to spread clearly along the lines, just like the blood flowing through the capillaries in the human body. Jinpu Ngawang is very strong.
, but it was impossible to bleed continuously. After it dripped for a while, he quickly bandaged the wound and looked at it with Mustache.
The blood spreads in the veins at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye, and many veins are penetrated by blood at the same time, so it is impossible to tell how far they will spread. The length and width of the stone slab are seventy or eighty centimeters.
, Jinpu Ngawang’s little blood was definitely not enough to cover the entire stone slab. But during this period, Mustache had some doubts about the material of the stone slab, because under normal circumstances, thick blood cannot be the same as water.
However, on this stone slab, some veins are almost as fine as hair, and the blood can still slowly continue to penetrate in this state.
When one-tenth of the veins on the slate were covered with blood, Mustache was already surprised. When the flow of blood completely stopped, about one-fifth of the veins on the slate were soaked with blood. On this piece
On the egg-yellow slate, the red color of the blood in a stripe is very clear.
"Is this? Is this a sub-picture?" Jinpu Ngawang asked.
"Yes, it's a sub-picture." Mustache nodded slowly.
This was very magical, beyond his expectation. What the blood finally formed through the messy veins on the stone slab was a map. This kind of map was not a schematic topographic map of a certain area, but a map in the true sense.
Mustache's various teachers died early, but in his past experience, he would inevitably deal with knowledge such as geography and history, so he could see that this was a map of East Asia and Central Asia, including parts of South Asia.
The map on the slate cannot show the same colors and clear national boundaries as the printed matter, but its general outline is very accurate. According to Mustache's current impression, there should be no difference between the slate map and the standard map.
How is this done? The veins on the slate are really messy. If you just look at these veins, you can't see anything. However, when the blood drips on it, it slowly oozes out so completely.
A map that would have been impossible for people decades ago.
The most important thing is, what is the significance of the appearance of this map? Xiaozhu looked at the stone slab, and then at the stone plate on it. He suddenly felt that this thing was very similar to a divination method called Fuji.
Fuqi is a very ancient thing, but with a little explanation, I think many people can understand what is going on. When you use Fuqi, you need a sand table, and then several people work together to invite the god. It is said that after the god is invited, a pen will be placed on the sand table
Writing. In fact, if this thing is simplified, it can be called Qingpenxian.
This ancient and mysterious religion seems to have something that is difficult to fathom. At least this map that appears on the stone slab can explain a lot of problems. This map can almost put aside the factor of coincidence, because it is not that coincidental.
coincidence.
Those devout religious believers sacrificed their blood to their six-fingered gods again and again, just to get such accurate maps? What do they want these maps to do? Conquer the world?
Mustache thought about it, and he even believed that if there was enough blood and the stone slabs were covered, he might get a complete and accurate map of the world.
"I'm very surprised, how did such a map appear on the stone slab?" Jinpu Awang was a little unwilling to give up. He directly tore off the bandage on his hand and said: "If it drips again, the stone slab will
What will happen?"
Regarding this issue, Mustache also wanted to know very much. All the information in the nine-story tower was useful to them. Mustache took a picture of the map on the slate with a camera, and then wiped off all the blood on it with a cloth. Jin
Pu Awang was already eager to give it a try. According to his physique, he would probably be able to withstand even more bleeding.
When the blood dripped from the small hole in the center of the stone plate again, both of them waited and waited to see what else would appear on the stone plate.