After thinking hard for a while, Chen Ziyan shook his head helplessly: "I don't know much about the situation during this period, and I don't have any information at hand to look up. I really can't think of anyone who meets the requirements."
He had just carefully searched the information in his inheritance and found that even in Xiling's thousands of years of inheritance, there were very few records about the Western Zhou Dynasty.
"I thought of a person, and there are some similarities." At this moment, Shirley Yang suddenly said this.
Her words instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"Who?" Chen Ziyan asked quickly.
Even if there is a slight possibility at this time, it may become the key to breaking the situation and must not be ignored.
Shirley Yang slowly spit out a name: "Sheng Ji!"
"Sheng Ji?" Chen Ziyan repeated the name and subconsciously looked at Hu Bayi.
There is no information about this person in his memory, so he wants to see if Hu Bayi knows about it.
But before he even asked, he already got the answer from Hu Bayi's equally confused eyes. It was obvious that our little Comrade Hu didn't know this information either.
As for Ding Sixian, it goes without saying that this is not her specialty at all.
Seeing the confused expressions of several people, Shirley Yang knew that they had never heard of this person, so she said: "I don't see King Mu crying for three days and hurting Sheng Ji in front of the Chongbi Platform. This is the Sheng Ji I'm talking about." p>
In fact, it is quite a coincidence that Shirley Yang came up with the answer.
Because of her grandfather, although her family has settled in the United States, they have not relaxed their study of traditional culture. Over the years, she has already developed a habit of learning some knowledge every day, sometimes poetry, sometimes poetry.
It’s an article.
She happened to have read this poem "Mrs. Li" by Bai Juyi not long ago. When she saw this poem, she was curious about where the allusion came from, so she went to look it up, but she didn't expect that it could be used now. p>
"King Mu? Is it King Mu of Zhou?" Chen Ziyan had no impression of Sheng Ji, but King Mu impressed him deeply.
You must know that in the world view of Pirates of Biography, this person left a strong mark.
"Well, it's King Zhou Mu." Shirley Yang didn't know this, so she just nodded and told what she knew about Sheng Ji's life.
In fact, there is nothing to tell about Sheng Ji's life, because the records about her all start from the time when she met King Mu of Zhou, and she died of illness five years later. How many stories can be told in such a short period of five years?<
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But it is undeniable that there are only a few stories about Sheng Ji that can correspond to this flamboyant content.
For example, King Mu built a heavy jade platform for him, and died of illness during the tour.
Chen Ziyan glanced at Futu again and said thoughtfully: "If the man above is King Mu of Zhou, then everything will make sense."
"I Have a Book of Ghosts and Gods"
As the most respected emperor at that time, Sheng Ji’s first meeting with him was indeed qualified to be recorded in this relief.
And this just confirmed their previous speculation that this ordinary first scene appeared because of the special identity of the characters in it.
At the same time, Chen Ziyan couldn't help but raise a new doubt, that is, why did King Zhou Mu do this?
Unlike others, he knew some of King Zhou Mu's secrets and immediately connected this matter with the so-called longevity plan.
If it were other Western Zhou emperors, then maybe the purpose of doing this was not that complicated, but King Mu of Zhou would definitely not do it, because this was a person who had a deep understanding of the secrets of the world.
It can be said that everything planned by this person will never be as simple as it seems on the surface.
It can be seen from the repairs of the Western Zhou Dynasty Ghost Tomb and the temple that these are definitely buildings that have taken a lot of effort.
It can be seen that everything in this place is not done casually, but the result of careful arrangement.
But I guess I can only stop after this step, unless I get some more detailed information.
Hu Bayi didn't know that Chen Ziyan had already thought of so many things in this short period of time. At this time, he was only focusing on what was in front of him.
After listening to Shirley Yang's story, he was able to determine that this should be Sheng Ji's true destination.
After carefully looking inside the stone coffin, he said: "Except for this incorruptible female corpse, there is not even a single burial object in this stone coffin, which is a bit unusual."
"Maybe... it's because she's not dead..." After a slight hesitation, Chen Ziyan said this.
"Not dead? How is this possible?" Hu Ba immediately wanted to refute.
The era when King Mu of Zhou ruled was nearly three thousand years ago. How could anyone live for such a long time?
"Perhaps our initial guess was wrong. The Ghost Tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty is not a tomb." Chen Ziyan said without explaining.
He also had this question that came to his mind just now, that is, did the person who seemed to be similar to King Wannu really die like this?
The murals in the temple do not mention this at all.
And looking back at this stone coffin, apart from being in the Hades Palace, it can actually be viewed as a sealed stone box instead of a stone coffin.
This can also explain why there is a coffin but no coffin, because this is not a coffin at all.
Hu Bayi fell into silence after hearing this and began to think about this possibility. He knew that Chen Ziyan was not the kind of person who would let go. If he said that, he must have sensed something.
Ding Sitian asked: "Do you think this has something to do with that bronze door?"
She knows more about the inside story, so she thinks deeper.
Hearing Ding Sitian's question, Chen Ziyan's eyes flickered slightly. He planned to test it out to see how much Ding Sitian and the organization behind her knew about the secrets of this world.
"Miss Ding, have you heard of King Wannu?" Chen Ziyan asked.
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Ding Sitian frowned and said nothing. She really didn't know what Wannu King was, let alone why Chen Ziyan suddenly mentioned it.
But what she knows is that this is the name she heard for the first time, and it must have some secret connection with the things here.
So Ding Sitian secretly kept this name in her heart and planned to check it out when she got back.
Seeing Ding Sitian being questioned, Hu Bayi next to him had to temporarily put aside his doubts and tell what he knew: "King Wannu is the legendary king of the Eastern Xia royal family, but there is no clear evidence as to whether it exists. There is no clear evidence in the history books.
There are very few records about the Eastern Xia Dynasty. We only know that it was a Jurchen regime. It is said that it broke away in order to revive the Jurchen people when the Jin Dynasty declined. It seems to have only existed for a short time."
"I don't know much about Dongxia, but King Wannu is not as simple as you know." After Chen Ziyan left such a meaningful sentence, he did not continue.
The answer he wanted has been obtained. If he wants to know more, he has to see what price the organization behind Ding Sitian will pay.
Maybe Chen Ziyan’s IQ is not that high, but maybe without the ‘prophet’, he still doesn’t have Shirley Yang’s quick thinking.
But his greatest advantage is that he is sober enough that he will not think that a partnership that is not very strong will immediately lead to a close strategic partner.
So after realizing that Ding Sitian didn't know much about King Wannu, he immediately changed his strategy and deliberately released such a tempting 'bait', hoping to gain some initiative.
After all, he had to go to Yunding Tiangong, so there was no problem for him to prepare early.
What's more, Ding Sitian's answer obviously told him that the bronze door discovered by her and the organization behind her was not the one in Changbai Mountain.