Dou Sprout's face turned pale and he struggled to stand up from the ground.
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My eyes were bloodshot, and I stared at the three big blood-red characters on the stone slab.
"Mineko!"
"Fengzi, don't scare me! Talk!"
Dou Sprout's hands were trembling and he kept patting my face, trying to wake me up.
My eyes were bloodshot, and my gaze moved as the corpse moved left and right.
Just like looking at a swinging clock during hypnosis, an illusion gradually appeared in my eyes. I saw the monkey holding the corpse on the belly. Suddenly I turned my head and opened my eyes. The monkey's eyes were like two black glass balls.
Grinning at me.
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"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
Dou Sprout slapped me hard. The slap was so powerful that I immediately felt burning pain on my face.
After shining a flashlight on it, I found that the hanging corpse was no longer shaking. The monkey mummy had its eyes closed, no black eyeballs, and no smile.
"Fengzi, what happened just now! Your eyes almost popped out! You don't know how scary it was just now!"
I kept gasping for air and my back was soaked. I pointed at the stone slab behind the body and said there was something wrong with it.
Dou Sprouts glared and said angrily: "What the hell! How dare you scare my brother!"
I watched in horror as Dou Sprout hugged the corpse's feet with both hands.
Douyazai lifted his feet off the ground, hugged the body's feet with both hands, and said, "Get the fuck down here."
"Bang!"
The iron chain broke and the body was pulled down by Dou Sprout.
I wanted to see clearly what was carved on the stone slab, but I twitched it with my hands and it didn't move. I hugged the dead monkey very tightly.
Dou Sprout came over to help, and it took a lot of effort for me to remove the slate.
After wiping off a thick layer of dust, I gradually saw a carving of a panoramic view. Ancient people did not have mobile phone USB drives. If they wanted to record and preserve something important for a long time, they would usually use some wooden or stone carving boards to record it.
After looking at it carefully for a while, I frowned.
This should be part of a complete scene, with many characters engraved on it, including men, women, old and young. One of the women engraved is obviously one size larger, which seems to indicate to future generations that she is the protagonist.
This woman was dressed luxuriously and had a crown on her head. She was holding hands with a man. It seemed like it was her big day.
The other carvings of men, women, and children basically all have smiling faces. Only one person sitting on the main seat did not smile. This person was carved with a tall figure, a beard on his chin, and a very expressive expression. I don’t know which craftsman made it.
Yes, just looking at this kind of realistic knife work, it has surpassed the Yangzhou School and the Xileng School of the same period, and is more towards Western realistic techniques.
I asked Douyazai to remove the stone slabs from the other two corpses.
Whoever did it, I had a vague feeling that someone was trying to tell me something.
After taking off the other two stone slabs, I laid the three stone slabs flat on the ground and reversed the order.
The second stone tablet is carved with many bald monks. These monks are dressed in strange clothes. They are not like the practitioners in the Central Plains. Although some monks hold rosary beads in their hands, they have tattoos on their faces and arms.
The woman who appears in the first carving board is lying on a round stone platform, with something stuffed in her mouth and tied with ropes all over her body. She is twisting and struggling. The sculptor has permanently fixed the scene of this woman's struggle on the stone board.
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When I looked at the third slate, the picture changed again.
It was night, and many people were holding torches in the desert. Seven or eight people worked together to carry a red lacquer coffin for burial. There was a long-haired man standing not far away, watching the scene in front of him. He raised his right hand, like
There is something hidden in the cuffs.
I tried my best to connect the three scenes together, but I couldn't connect them because something was missing in the middle.
If the desert in the scene was here, the person lying in the coffin should be Jin Youzi, and it was Jin Along who buried him here.
What do those monks with tattoos and rosary beads in their hands do? Is the red lacquer coffin here?
I felt like I was at the end of my rope, and I was eager to know the secrets hidden within.
We didn't care about the human corpses and monkey corpses, and the stone slabs were left in place. Douyazai and I continued to move forward.
I know this is not the main tomb yet, because there is no coffin. In addition, as long as such a high-grade iron-roofed tomb is not stolen, there will definitely be high-grade funerary objects, and that is what I want.
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The area of this tomb is far smaller than that of Jihou. I soon found the main tomb chamber. Except for the royal family in the Ming Dynasty, the main tomb chambers generally had no doors. The entire small room was dug out, much like the side ear chamber of the Western Zhou Dynasty.
When I entered the main tomb chamber, I shined a flashlight and it almost blinded me!
Burial objects!
A dazzling array of funerary objects!
The reflection of gold, the reflection of porcelain, and the soft light of jade are scattered in every corner of the main tomb chamber. Many funerary objects are stacked on top of each other, leaving almost no room to stand!
In the southwest corner of the main tomb, there is a red lacquer coffin lying horizontally. Part of the paint has peeled off. The bottom of the coffin is heavily painted with Ruyiyun, Feitian and Lotus in pure gold.
It is precisely because of the dry climate in Tengger that this colorful coffin can be preserved intact without falling apart.
I didn't expect this scene to happen suddenly.
Dou Sprout's mouth opened wide. He slowly turned his head to look at me, and suddenly he got excited and hugged me.
"Get rich! Get rich! Mineko, we are going to get rich!"
"Bag! Find the sack!"
Dou Sprout said anxiously: "We are here in a hurry, we don't have sacks!"
"Wait a minute, I'll go back and grab the sack and call someone," his voice was trembling, and he was stammering in excitement.
"Wait a minute!"
Everything in front of us was like buying a lottery ticket and suddenly winning five million. I suppressed my excitement and said that everything is here and can't be run away. Sooner or later, it will all be ours. Why are you panicking? Take a look at the coffin first. Don't worry.
Forget, good things are hidden in coffins.
Dou Sprout rubbed his face vigorously, "Yes, yes, all the good things are in the coffin, open the coffin quickly."
"Where's our tack shovel?" I asked.
"The shovel? It's outside the corridor, right?" Dou Sprout gradually calmed down.
"How can you pry open a coffin without a shovel!"
"Pry it! Just push it away!"
I said give it a try, if you can push me away you will be considered awesome.
Dou Sprout was not convinced and pushed him as he was told.
He walked to the southwest corner and stopped in front of the colorful coffin, trying to push open the coffin lid with his hand.
"How about it?"
"Aren't you bragging? Why don't you say you can push me away?"
Douyazai put his hands on the coffin and pushed it with all his strength, but it still didn't move.
"Wait, I'll get the shovel right now," he said, then turned around and ran out. I didn't stop him, I just said go and come back quickly.
Dou Sprout ran out with a flashlight, leaving me alone in the main tomb.
I casually picked up a piece of jade belt and looked at it, and then picked up a small gold vase and looked at it, feeling secretly happy in my heart.
Jin A'long was just a third-grade military attaché guarding the border. No matter where he got so much money, almost all of it was buried with his daughter Jin Youzi. On the contrary, his own tomb was very shabby.
Father's love is like a mountain.
I am moved, but one code is another code, and I have to steal it when I should steal it.
In the past, there was a saying in the industry called "Thank the owner", which means that if you encounter a large grave with rich burial objects, you should thank the owner of the tomb for the food. You don't need to kowtow and bow nine times. The necessary three bows are still required.
These things can be exchanged for money if you take them out. If they are left in the desert, they are of no use. You might as well let me take them out and put them to good use.
I put down the small gold vase casually, walked up to the red lacquer coffin, bowed and said:
"Thank you, boss, for giving me food."
Er bowed and said: "Thank you."
He bowed three times and said: "Thank you, Ms. Jin Youzi. I will pay attention when the coffin is opened. I will only take the gold and silver without touching the bones. Xiang Yunfeng pays my respects."
After bowing three times, I slowly straightened up.
"hey-hey"
Suddenly, a woman's laughter came from nowhere, and the sound was sharp.
"Hey hey" said again.
If you listen carefully, it seems to be coming from the colorful coffin.
I was startled by the sudden laughter and thought I heard it wrong.
"I'm back." At this moment, Dou Sprout's voice suddenly came from behind me.
"Ya Zai, did you hear the laughter? Maybe I was too nervous and heard it wrong."
My face looked a little ugly and I turned around as I spoke.
"Ya Zai?" I shined my flashlight and shook it.
After seeing the bean sprouts clearly, I took two steps back.
"Where's the shovel!"
"Lost it! What did you do with that!"
Dou Sprout didn't have a shovel in his hand. Under the light of the flashlight, his entire face turned blue. He was holding a dead monkey body tightly in his arms like a child.
"It's almost lost!" I scolded him.
I was so frightened that I backed away step by step and quickly leaned against the wall.
Douyazai's eyes were dull. He slowly raised the monkey corpse in his arms and touched the monkey's head with his forehead.
Douya seemed to be possessed by a demon again. His eyes were filled with blood and he spoke to me word for word:
