Yang Zimei looked carefully at this small wooden box made of agarwood. It was really elegant and beautiful. The gilt-carved plum blossoms on it were lifelike. It was an excellent handicraft. It made people imagine that a woman's beautiful trinkets should be installed inside.
However, judging from the age of this wooden box, it cannot be more than two hundred years old. Logically speaking, it should not emit any kind of physical aura.
She looked at the five-pointed star pattern at the bottom, then opened the lid, and found that the material energy did not come from the wooden box itself, but from the inside of the lid.
Is there a mezzanine inside to hold treasures?
She told Yuqing this question.
"You have good eyesight, see if you can open it without damaging it," Yuqing said.
Yang Zimei nodded and began to touch the inside of the box lid with his fingers.
Her fingers are very sensitive, and she should be able to feel anything slightly strange.
However, the lid of the box is smooth and flat, and cannot be opened no matter how you look or touch it.
"Little nephew, don't just look inside, look outside. I think those plum blossoms on the lid of the box may be the entrance to the mechanism." Yu Zhenzi said at the side.
When he said this, Yang Zimei felt like he was enlightened.
It seems that Mr. Jiang is still the hot one. Yu Zhenzi, who has traveled a lot and is well-informed, has a much wider range of thinking than her.
She closed the box and was about to touch it when she was stopped by Yuqing.
"Niuniu, try to use the simple number of plum blossoms to solve it." Yuqing said with excitement on her face.
The easy numbering of plum blossoms is based on the innate Bagua mathematics, that is, Qian one, Dui two, Li three, Zhen four, Xun five, Kan six, Gen seven and Kun eight.
Yang Zimei started to touch according to the numbers hidden in the plum blossoms on the box——
Click!
The lid of the box suddenly made a slight sound, and a crack gradually opened in the middle, and slowly expanded to both sides.
Yang Zimei and others were waiting with excitement to see what magic weapon would appear inside...
The lid of the box opened and stopped, and there was something wrapped in yellow silk cloth inside.
Yang Zimei carefully reached out and took out the item, opened the yellow silk cloth and took a look, and was stunned.
What was inside was nothing else, but a mahogany plaque that was similar to the one around her neck. The pattern was slightly different, but it was closer to Ming Gang's.
"Eh? Why is it this peach wood sign again?"
Yuqing was also surprised. He took the mahogany tablet over, looked at the pattern on it carefully, and tried his best to recall: "Yes, this pattern is one of the twelve coffins similar to the guards at that time."
"Little nephew, look at that yellow silk cloth, there seems to be a map on it." Yu Zhenzi shouted.
Yang Zimei spread out the yellow silk cloth, and it was indeed embroidered with a map-like pattern.
Yuqing looked at it carefully, "This map looks a bit familiar to me, as if I've been there before."
"Master, this is Zhou Xi." Yang Zimei pointed to the two cursive embroideries below.
"Is it the map of the tomb?"
Yuqing took it over and examined them one by one, "Yes, that's right there. If I remember correctly, the tomb should indeed be in this place."
The place he was pointing to happened to be the place circled on the map. According to the map, this place was deep in a mountain surrounded by mountains.
"Master, is this place difficult to find?" Thinking that this place should have a certain connection with Long Zhutian's family, Yang Zimei was also full of curiosity about it.