Chapter 1238 The Tomb Keeper of the First Emperor's Mausoleum
"I'm afraid there will be more than 700,000 people buried here..."
Genghis Khan died on the road to the Western Expedition. After his death, he was immediately sent back to Mongolia by his own guards. Along the way, he carried the personal guards with Genghis Khan's coffin and killed them whenever they saw someone pulling their swords.
, regardless of men, women, age, or humans, this personal guards would kill them when they saw them, and they would kill until the Mongolian prairie was buried. Blood stained the way, and countless innocent lives fell on the road to Genghis Khan's return to heaven.
I don't count how many people died along the way, so no one knows where the Great Khan of Heaven was buried until now, and it has become a mystery for the ages. This order is Genghis Khan's loyalty to himself before his death.
After arriving at his cemetery, all of these guards committed suicide without exception.
From this point of view, you can see that all emperors in ancient times would not allow anyone to know where they were buried. After each emperor was buried, all those who participated in the construction of the tomb would be executed and buried with them. The one who killed the most was Qin Shihuang.
It's right.
The thirty-nine years after the construction of the First Emperor's Mausoleum, plus the nearly ten years after his son repaired it in the later period, the total number of people who were buried with the First Emperor's Mausoleum was more than 700,000.
In the early years, workers who built mausoleums died of illness or accidents were buried directly on the spot. Later, until the Mausoleum of the First Emperor was completed and Qin Shihuang was buried. All workers involved in the construction of the mausoleum were executed at the same time, with more than 700,000.
The man was not buried beside Qin Shihuang, so there would be no wind to hear where Qin Shihuang's tomb was. If it weren't for the fact that there was an old man named Yang in a village near Mount Li in the seventies and dug out several terracotta warriors and horses while digging a well.
Only then did the Mausoleum of the First Emperor be found by chance. I am afraid that the tomb of the emperor for thousands of years would have to be buried underground for many years without anyone knowing it.
What does it mean to have more than 700,000 people? Now it is almost equivalent to a city-level population. People in a whole city have been slaughtered and buried. The hinterland of Mount Li must have the yin energy soaring into the sky!
"No wonder we haven't discovered that there is such an extremely yin place near the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. This is why the Yin Qi is not dissipated by someone. There are experts in the folk. This method is really good.
No," Xu Rui let out a long sigh, turned his head and asked Xiang Que: "What will happen if the yin energy of more than 700,000 people are completely dispersed?"
"Baoji, Xi'an, Huayin generation is in a state of turmoil." Xiang Que sighed and frowned and asked, "This is someone who deliberately guards this place to prevent the yin energy from dispersing, and it may be that he doesn't know how much he guarded once he guarded.
Years"
After Xiang Que finished speaking, he suddenly raised his legs and walked towards the grave on the hillside. Xu Rui wanted to reach out behind him but couldn't hold him back: "You're crazy, can you go to that place?"
"You can't, I can definitely do it. We're together, you have to understand that my master is holding the protagonist's halo." Xiang Que walked to the slope a few steps. He felt the heat in the northwest of June, the next step
When he arrived on the hillside, his body was covered with cold and cold. The evil spirit condensed from more than 700,000 people died eroded him wildly. He bent down and grabbed a handful of loess. The coldness that penetrated his body made people feel like
If you fall into an ice cellar, just one small handful of soil will be placed in someone's house, as long as there are so many people in the family, they will be killed in heavy troops, and they will be sick every day for the rest of their lives.
When Xiang Que straightened his waist and raised his head, a figure suddenly appeared on the top of the hillside. His figure was hunched over, and he was leaning on a crutch in his hand. A young man who seemed to be young was standing beside him. The old man looked at him with his eyes.
Go to the bottom of the mountain, and face the four eyes of Xiangque.
Perhaps Xiang Que's yang's anger was too strong, and after he entered the hillside, he suddenly attracted a slight restlessness in the yin energy here. Suddenly, the yin energy that had not been frozen in the air appeared in the air, and it was rolling and gradually became necessary.
As the sign of overflowing Xiang Que pursed his lips and was about to take action, he saw the old man on the top of the mountain gently lifting the crutch in his hand and pausing to his feet.
In an instant, the restless and rolling yin energy on the hillside suddenly became a little calmer, and in the blink of an eye it became calm and returned to its original state.
Xiang Que was shocked, thought for a while, and then raised his legs and walked towards the top of the mountain.
"Cima Erlen's kid, you don't want to live, you're so owed your hands." The young man beside the old man glared at Xiang Que with his eyes and muttered.
Xiang Que grinned at him, then bowed to the old man and said, "Sorry, I'm sorry, sir."
Although this old man was hunched over with a crutch, you really couldn't tell how old he was. This was a very contradictory old man with gray hair and pleated on his face, but his face was rosy and his eyes were shining. His expression was very good.
Gangyi said that he was seventy-year-old but he had a strong vitality and felt very energetic.
The old man leaning on a crutch glanced at Xiang Que lightly, then slowly turned around and walked back. Xiang Que saw two low tiled houses on the top of the mountain.
The young man said in a very indifferent and dissatisfied tone: "This is not the place you should come. I also advise you to leave the imperial tomb as soon as possible. What you say now is a warning to you. If you don't listen, the consequences will be
Be conceited, understand? Mount Li should be undisturbed for thousands of years, you have violated the precepts.”
Xiang Que frowned and asked, "Who are you talking to me like this?"
"The 63rd Generation of the Clan leader of Qin Village... The 63rd Generation of the Gravekeeper of the First Emperor's Mausoleum" left a puzzling sentence and turned back to the tile house.
Xiang Que stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the disappearing old and young people, and whispered for a long time: "I should have guessed that such a large tomb as the First Emperor Mausoleum should have a tomb guardian."
On the Zhongshan Mausoleum, the old man in Zhongjing's mansion guarded the tomb of Sun Yat-sen for most of his life. The descendants of the Kong family's old house lived in Qufu for a long time to guard Confucius' tomb. Even the armed police standing guarding the crystal for a generation of great men.
The coffin is outside the tomb of Qin Shihuang, the emperor of the generation, there is nothing surprising about someone guarding the tomb.
Xiang Que looked at the tile house deeply and turned to walk down the hillside. Xu Rui asked curiously: "I just saw that there seemed to be someone on the top of the mountain? Who is that person?"
"Local people" left an ambiguous sentence.
"Personally speaking, with my level of graduated from Haval University in Italy, I think this is really nonsense." Xu Rui touched the caesarean section scar on his face and said angrily.
That night, Xiang Que returned to his residence. Pei Dongcao didn't ask much about why he disappeared for the whole day. Instead, Han Rongrong knocked on his door at midnight.
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