The dark and sealed corridor was filled with a stench that could not be dispersed.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Dou Sprout couldn't help but turned around and smiled, showing his neat white teeth.
I pushed him: "Get out of here, hurry up, I'll find something to block you with."
As I continued to climb forward, the corridor gradually became steeper. I suddenly discovered something and asked Dou Sprout to stop climbing.
"What's wrong? You haven't reached the tomb yet." He turned around and asked.
I frowned, looked up, and said give me the headlight.
I took the headlamp and looked at the top of the corridor.
Maybe I was too nervous to see it before, but now I saw rows of words carved on the green bricks on the top of the corridor. Maybe it should be said to be symbols. They looked similar to the tadpole characters of ghost drawings. There was a large area, densely arranged together.
"Is this Sanskrit? Persian?"
I looked at it for a long time and couldn't understand a single word, but this font symbol has a familiar feeling, very similar to the pictures on some special blue and white porcelain from the Xuande and Zhengde dynasties.
Especially in the blue and white porcelain paintings of the Zhengde Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty, a large number of such tadpole-like writings appeared. A few people said it was Sanskrit, and some people said it was Persian, because Persian religion had a great influence on the Ming Dynasty.
For example, Xiao Zhao in The Legend of Yi Tian Slaying the Dragon later became a Persian saint.
These symbols are arranged neatly and are dark in color, as if they were written with ink. However, if you look closely, it doesn't look like it, because if it were ink, it would have dried over the years.
"Stop being confused," Dou Sprouts turned around and urged, "No matter what he means, the most important thing is to find treasures to make a fortune."
I vaguely felt that these words were not simple, so I said: "Bring me your mobile phone."
Because of the Xiaomi incident the day before yesterday, Dou Sprout was worried about his phone being stolen, so I knew he had been carrying it with him these days. For Dou Sprout, losing it would cost thousands of dollars, and he couldn't bear to part with it.
When he first bought this phone, the seller said it could last for three months without charging and had a 190,000-pixel high-definition camera.
"Help me shine a light."
I took my phone, lay down and faced the top of the corridor, and took two pictures.
It's a bit blurry and hard to see clearly, but that's the best it can do under this kind of light.
"You just have nothing to do when you're full. Why do you do these things?" Dou Sprout took his cell phone back and complained casually.
"Then what?"
"Is it the end?"
At the end of this corridor, there is a piece of torn linen cloth blocking it, just like a cloth door curtain. The original color should be white, but over time, it has oxidized and weathered, and the whole has turned into a dark yellow. It is a bit scary to look at it at a glance.
After lifting up the white cloth and getting out of the corridor, the scene in front of us frightened Dou Sprout and I.
An open underground space appeared in front of us, neither big nor small. The tunnel we drilled out was located in the southwest corner of here. It was very dark, the range of flashlight lighting was limited, and there was a thick layer of dust on the ground.
I raised my head and looked up with a flashlight. There was a four-layer blue brick roof above, more than ten meters above the ground. There were a large number of wooden pillars supporting the blue brick roof. These wooden pillars were polished and smooth and rectangular. The wood itself was not painted and was not corroded.
It was quite serious. I saw that several of them had fallen to the ground and broken into two pieces.
"So that's it..."
I immediately understood what these wooden posts were for.
This is the tomb with an iron roof. The roof itself is made of four layers of thick blue bricks. Hundreds of years ago, molten iron was cast entirely on top. The weight of the iron is too heavy. In the tomb, these wooden pillars are used to support the blue bricks to prevent the weight from being too heavy.
Causes collapse.
No matter who built it like this in the first place, the iron top of the voucher cannot be penetrated by a diamond needle, nor can explosives explode it under normal circumstances. This is of course done to prevent tomb thieves and prevent the owner of the tomb from being disturbed.
"But, if that's the case..."
I looked back in confusion at the exit of the corridor in the southwest corner, where Dou Sprout and I crawled in.
This is indeed unreasonable. After all the effort and expense was taken to cast the iron initiation, why should such a passage be left that can lead directly in?
This goes beyond normal logic and even seems a bit weird.
There is a secret passage between the Tieguanding tomb and Jin Along's tomb. I guess that there is a 70% chance that the tomb in front of me is the one named "Jin Youzi". As long as the coffin or epitaph is found, the identity can be determined.
I was thinking about something when suddenly a hand patted me gently from behind.
