Just like the previous time, the blood dripped down the small holes on the stone slab, and then began to spread along the messy lines. This time Jinpu Awang gritted his teeth and let out more blood, hoping to let the blood drip on the stone slab.
The spread is wider.
It should be similar to what Mustache had thought before. This slate seemed to be very similar to that kind of support. Every time after praying to the gods, the words written by the brush on the sand table were different. He immediately understood where this slate was placed.
The reason why it is under the stone plate is that the blood in the stone plate is obviously offered to the gods, but from the selfish point of view of the believers, these offerings cannot be given in vain. They use this method to ask for some information from the gods.
However, this matter is difficult to say. If analyzed according to common sense, if the blood is dripped directly on the stone plate, or dripped on the stone plate through the small hole in the stone plate, the result may not be much different, but Mustache and the others do not have so much time and blood.
Go and experiment one by one.
After the blood spread on the stone slab, what appeared on the stone slab had been finalized. This was not a picture, but some symbols in several rows. Even Jinpu Ngawang was familiar with these symbols. It was the kind of ancient
The most primitive note-taking symbols of Qiang. These symbols appeared on the stone slabs in this incredible way. What special meaning does the information contained in them have? But Xiao Xi looked at it and found that there was no one he recognized among these note-taking symbols.
"Take pictures of them." Jinpu Ngawang bandaged the wounds on his hands and said, "It seems that we really need to go find Wu Si Zang."
Usizang was the old Monba man whom Jinpu Awang met. Jinpu Awang was more than twenty years older than him, but they had known each other for many years.
"Is it useful to look for him? Does he recognize these?"
"It may not be useful, but it is not necessarily useless. If these ancient symbols are left by the ancient Qiang, then I heard Wu Sizang say before that he knows something about the ancient Qiang."
Mustache nodded. At this time, they may have been exposed to the sight of the pilgrims. They can no longer go to anyone to inquire. It is of course best to have a familiar person as the subject of inquiry. Mustache
After taking pictures of every character on the slate, he felt it was a pity that blood was dripping on the slate, and there would probably be other discoveries, but they didn't have that much blood to shed, so they had to maintain strong mental and physical strength.
The entire fourth floor is roughly like this. It may be because the flying bugs before were as tight as heaven and earth, so the original owner of the temple thought it was foolproof and no one would dare to break in, so there is no trace of anything here on the fourth floor.
Machinery, this also makes the gods they worship purer, so as not to be disturbed by those institutions.
They slowly came to the fifth floor. After entering the fifth floor, the two of them were a little confused, because at the same position as the fourth floor, there stood a statue of a god that was also more than three meters high. Although the statue was three meters high, it could be seen
It looks like an underage child. The statue has big eyes and black hair tied into a bun at the back. It holds a stone ball in one hand and a stone ball in the other.
stick.
In front of the stone statue, there is also a flat stone plate, and under the stone plate there is a very smooth stone slab. The specific time when this nine-story tower was built cannot be inferred, but based on some of the details, the furnishings in the tower should roughly belong to the same
Even if there is a gap between the times, it will not be too different. The gods that these believers believe in have changed in the blink of an eye? From a six-fingered goddess to a child?
Without exception, Mustache focused his attention on the left hand of the statue. The left hand of the statue held a stone ball, but each of its fingers was clearly carved. On the little finger of its left hand,
There are still weird six fingers. At this time, Mustache can completely confirm that this is an ancient religion dedicated to worshiping six-fingered gods.
"Don't worry about this for now. You can ask Wu Sizang for specific information." Jinpu Awang stared at the stone plate and slab, as if he was a little unwilling to do so, and wanted to try bloodletting again.
"Don't let it go." Although Xiao Xiu felt it was a pity, he still thought very clearly. For a piece of history that has been lost, he wanted to try his best to restore it. Man-made records and cultural relics are the most reliable basis. From some
Who can guarantee that the information obtained through the general method of ghost painting is correct? Any false information may have an impact on their follow-up actions, so this thing can only be used as a secondary reference, not as the main line.
Explore.
But apart from the statue of the god and the stone plate, there were only some oil lamps used for lighting on the entire fifth floor. There was nothing else. The two people carefully searched around, but couldn't find the god.
"If the entire nine-story tower is like this, then we will really be at a loss."
"No, absolutely not, there must be something." Mustache's previous premonition has not changed.
On the sixth and seventh floors, they saw the statues of gods again. The statues on each floor were different. The fourth floor was a goddess, the fifth floor was a child, and the sixth floor was an old man. As for the seventh floor statue, maybe
It's a bit weird. It is a god shining with seven colors of light. In order to highlight its brilliance, the statue is specially painted with various paints. The statue itself cannot shine. These colorful paints make the statue look mottled.
group.
But these different statues of gods all have six fingers on the left hand without exception, and what their believers worship is all blood. Mustache no longer knows what to call this ancient and mysterious religion, thanks.
Blood Cult?
There was really nothing on the sixth and seventh floors, but when they got to the eighth floor, the situation suddenly changed. There were no statues of gods on the eighth floor. However, when they stepped into the door of the eighth floor, the two people immediately saw a statue.
The remains of a body fell on the ground. The climate here in the nine-story tower cannot be compared with that outside. The state of the body is very strange. It is not completely preserved, but it is not rotten. Some of the remaining skin and flesh are dried and attached to the bones.
These corpses crowded the entire eighth floor. A rough analysis revealed that there were about a hundred or so of them, 70% of which were human beings. There were also some remains with large skeletons. Jinpu Awang said that they might be yaks. These
The corpses were all executed using the cruelest and most direct method of beheading, which may seem a bit shocking at first glance, but if you look closely, you can still see some clues.
Not to mention the carcass of the yak, the entire head was chopped off and placed in a row on the left and right sides of the eighth floor. Those whose heads were chopped off did not seem to have been executed, because they maintained their appearance until death.
The posture of kneeling and worshiping, without struggling, seemed to be a willingness to die.
These may be life sacrifices. Those who serve as life sacrifices do not feel that death is a pain. Instead, they feel that it is a great honor and can be dedicated to the gods. Cutting off their heads is the best and simplest method of bloodletting.
, the blood in the human body will probably drain out.
Almost seventy or eighty people died in a life sacrifice. This scale is really not small. A long time ago, the backwardness of productivity and technological level limited the growth of the population. The population is precious. If there is no war and no prisoners, then it will be preserved.
In the ancient tribes with the custom of life sacrifice, it was just a matter of killing one or two people. At the time of Simon Leopard, China should have been the most populous country on earth, but when the witches and gods performed sacrifices, it was only a pair of virgins.
It is impossible to throw dozens of people into the river together.
The scene before us shows that this life sacrifice is grand, and after the life sacrifice is over, the nine-story tower is abandoned, indicating that the people here are performing the last life sacrifice before leaving.
"They were not killing these people to sacrifice to the gods in front of them, otherwise they could just kill them directly in front of the statues."
"What do you mean?" Jinpu Awang glanced at the headless corpses in front of him and asked Mustache.
"The area on the eighth floor is no longer as large as the front, so these sacrificers will crowd the first floor. Look at the direction in which they kneel and worship." Mustache pointed forward: "If my guess is right, I will be sacrificed."
The object is on the ninth floor."
The whole floor was filled with corpses. Even though they knew that these were sacrifices, this ancient religion studied corpses to a very profound level. Mustache and Jinpu Awang did not move a step, and were just talking at the door.
"What do you think is being sacrificed? Is it a human being? Is it a god?"
"I don't know." Mustache said: "However, the size of the victim should be relatively large."
"Why?"
This is actually a very simple truth. Just like people usually visit graves and burn paper during the Qingming Festival. If it is close to the ancestral grave, those who have the conditions will definitely go to the ancestral grave in person to make offerings, unless it is far away and they are free.
If you don't get out of the way, you will draw a circle and burn paper at the intersection. That is to say, it is not really impossible to separate the sacrifice recipients from the offerings. The area on the eighth floor is too small, and a room full of raw sacrifices
The corpse left nothing to put down.
"Then go to the ninth floor and have a look. There are all the corpses of the living sacrifices here. There should be no problem." Jinpu Awang said and walked forward. The corpses of the living sacrifices had dried up and turned into skeletons, so he reluctantly walked away.
In the past, if people had just died and were arranged at such a density, they probably wouldn't even be able to insert their feet.
Mustache only took one step forward. After just one step, he suddenly felt a very strange feeling. This feeling was not a prediction of unknown danger. It seemed to be a kind of panic, as if a cloud suddenly appeared above his head.
The powerful aura emitted by something can make people very uneasy, and even raising their heads becomes a burden.
Mustache's steps immediately stopped as this feeling appeared. His eyes followed the rows of dead sacrifices and drifted to the stairs leading to the ninth floor from the eighth floor.
He noticed that the aura that made him a little scared must come from the ninth level.