364. Chapter 363 Blood spilled on Helan dyed snow 3
She walked to the end, took out a sharp carving knife from her arms, and started carving bit by bit. There were many things she couldn't say, but she wanted to keep them. That was the story she knew, a story about Xixia
The story of destruction, in such a dark cave, she wanted to leave the final ending.
Helan Mountain is not a fertile mountain range, but it still has dense woods, winding roads and mysterious valleys. According to the secrets drawn on the map and the map, Zhenjin and his party cautiously approached a place in Aobao Gelao
There is a cave in the valley, which should be the tomb of the high priest of Xixia.
Although the map is clear, it is not easy at all when looking carefully.
The main peak of Helan Mountain, Aobogenao, is a very special mountain. From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, it is difficult to see the road used by people. The forest is covered with white snow, and the wind is bone-chilling, but there is no cave to block the wind.
In winter, animals on the mountain generally choose to hibernate. If they don't bring enough dry food, they may freeze to death before reaching the top of the mountain. The valley on the map is halfway up the mountain, but no matter how they look for it, they can't find it.
Find a way to find the entrance.
After another day of searching, everyone tiredly found a tree hole and built a bonfire next to the big tree. They chose to camp here tonight.
The weather was pretty good, it wasn't snowing, and there were no thick cumulus clouds in the sky. A few stars were faintly visible through the shadows of the dense trees. A full moon hung in the sky, and the cold moonlight made the surrounding snow even colder.
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Wei Guiliu raised his head, looked at the stars carefully, and used the faint light of the campfire to scribble on the snow, as if he was drawing something.
Zhenjin took the piece of silk in his hand and looked at it carefully, intending to find out the secret inside. Since arriving at the halfway point of the mountain, everything on the picture was different from what he had seen. The environment, roads, and surrounding stones and trees were all different. It could be said that it was fundamentally different.
There is no similarity.
Boss Zhang walked to the side of Zhenjin and suddenly stopped, "Sir, I heard from my master that there is a kind of tomb that is dug from the top of the mountain to the mountainside. This is to prevent tomb robbers from entering the tomb." As he said that, he stared at it.
Zhenjin looked at the picture in his hand for a long time and said, "This picture looks completely different from this one. Could it be drawn from the other side of the mountain?"
A flash of light suddenly flashed in Zhenjin's mind, and he folded the silk in his hand. Sure enough, the picture drawn on it began to look different again. A road went straight to the top of the mountain, but there was a hidden valley halfway up the mountain. It turned out that one needed to go from the top of the mountain.
Entering a cave, and then passing through the cave to see the valley. He glanced at Boss Zhang, "Is there any other explanation for such a tomb?"
"Generally speaking, such a tomb is a dilemma, but it can be said that it is a dilemma but it is the best Feng Shui treasure. The entire mountain range of Helan Mountain can be regarded as a dragon vein, and the most prominent place is the bone marrow place where the dragon turns over. The tomb is determined
It can be said that we are absorbing the essence of the dragon veins here, and it is to stabilize the dragon veins that we start building tombs on the mountainside." Boss Zhang pondered, "I didn't expect that the people of Xixia also understand the Feng Shui of us Han people."
Zhenjin looked into the distance. Not only the Xixia people understood the culture of the Han people, but they, the Mongolians, also learned from the Han people. But the Han people themselves did not cherish these things.