The scream was obviously coming from the mandrill. It was very sad. It was not as miserable as the one I slashed with my sword just now. It was more like the scream before death. The light of my flashlight had already dissipated.
Zhu Kaihua's was intact, but the light couldn't be that far, and he couldn't see clearly what was happening in front of him. I guessed and asked Zhu Kaihua: Did the mandrill meet Zhang Laohei?
Zhu Kaihua nodded, but his face changed, and he shouted, catch up quickly, Zhang Kaixuan didn't have this bronze sword in his hand, he couldn't fight the mandrill that turned into a spirit, let alone the mandrill who was provoked by us!
We walked through another section of the corridor, but when you deliberately looked for it, you couldn't find it. However, you accidentally discovered that there was a blue brick building in front of you. It was majestic and similar to a tower. I grabbed it excitedly.
He passed the flashlight in Zhu Kaihua's hand and looked ahead.
Is this our destination?
Is this a palace or an ancient tomb?
Although we have been underground for who knows how long, we are still underground. How big a feat is it to be able to build such a palace underground?
Zhu Kaihua was rubbing his hands excitedly beside him. He even fell into an inexplicable state. I couldn't help but smile. This kind of person has become a hobby for fighting. It's quite a worthy fight and he will die.
A cost-effective idea, but there are many people like this. I also have a friend who is obsessed with a beautiful star. His motto is to have a hard time with that beautiful star until he dies. But what’s even more ridiculous is that the beautiful star was later exposed, and he accompanied her
One hundred thousand yuan for one night's sleep made that guy depressed for several months. Zhu Kaihua is more promising than my friend. After all, he is extremely dedicated.
I asked him: Lao Zhu, look at this specification, what era is it from?
He shook his head and said: This is the Immortal Dou. This kind of tower-shaped tomb can frighten a large number of experts and professors to death, do you believe it? Now I am not wondering what age he is, but what I am more curious about is this tomb.
Who is the owner? From the beginning to the present, descendants want to add some changes to the burial scriptures. The main pattern will never change too much. The best way to prevent theft is to use some cleverness. After all, the ancients thought that Feng Shui belongs to the descendants of Fuyin.
There can be no mistakes, no one dares to be so innovative, not to mention, I have no idea of any Feng Shui trend in Dunhuang, and the dragon vein in Qinling is even out of reach here.
The next sentence he said was particularly serious, almost fanatical.
"Who do you think would build an unprecedented tomb in a place without any aura? This person is either a god or a lunatic!"
Most of my attention was still on this ancient building, and I didn't pay much attention to what he said. In fact, I didn't know much about this thing at all, but with just a moment of effort, I discovered that there was a stone tablet in front of me.
Not to mention his nagging, I walked up with a flashlight. There was a camel monument under the stone monument. From a distance, I thought it was Xuanwu, because the monuments in myths and legends are usually caused by this unlucky animal.
I don’t know how many thousands of years the tortoise has been carrying. But when I looked closer, I found that the shape didn’t look like a tortoise at all. It looked more like a human being. I leaned over and took a look. Before I could scream, Zhu Kaihua
He shouted in surprise: Damn! Naked beauty?!
I was also wondering. The person with the hunched monument was a woman, and she was still naked. Her body was carved vividly, with her body turned sideways, her thighs lazily intertwined, and two towering tattoos carved on her upper body.
The breasts and even the two nipples were clearly visible. I swept the flashlight towards her face, and she was stunned for a moment.
There are only a few rough lines on this woman's melon-shaped face. Although the lines are rough, her expression is clearly visible - she is crying and smiling. You think she is smiling, she is a smiling face, and you think she is.
Crying means looking like someone who is about to cry. This is far more impactful than Mona Lisa’s smile.
What surprised me was that this face was exactly the same as the face on the iron bars I found in the skull's head.
Zhu Kaihua was studying the stone tablet at this time, and called me on the side: Xiao Sanliang, what are these three characters, do you recognize them?
When I saw it, there were three compilations. This is my specialty, so I blurted out: These three words are Thousand Buddha Cave. I thought that the owner of this tomb is really interesting. The tomb on the ground is standing on the ground.
It is common for a monument to introduce the life story of the tomb owner, but in underground tombs, I have never seen anyone erect a monument for himself in front of the tomb, let alone give his own tomb a name, and treat it as his own
It's the Monster Cave, or the damn Thousand Buddha Cave.
I recited Thousand Buddhas Cave silently again, and I got excited. Damn, aren’t the Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes called Thousand Buddhas Cave? Why did another one pop up here!?
I asked Zhu Kaihua, do you think this name is strange?
Zhu Kaihua thought for a while and cursed: You know these old bald donkeys are not sanctimonious. There is a Buddha in the Thousand Buddha Cave. There is a naked girl in front of the Buddha cave. Why do these monks say that sex means emptiness?
, it turned out that the women were all hidden in the backyard.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly at his whimsical idea, and then I comforted myself. Maybe this Thousand Buddha Cave and that Thousand Buddha Cave were just coincidences? Or maybe the Mogao Grottoes were just chosen by later generations because of the many Buddha statues in them.
It's possible that a person might have chosen this name.
Behind the stone stele, there is a hole. When you encounter a hole here, it is definitely not the back door of this tomb. Next to it is a pile of taken-out blue bricks. I asked Zhu Kaihua to come up and take a look. He was squatting beside the hole, holding my
The scattered flashlight was shining again and again, with his brows furrowed. When I saw him like this, I asked him what was wrong.
He shook his head and said: It's nothing, it's just this hole that has been dug for many years. The iron bars sealing the bricks are almost weathered. It definitely wasn't dug recently.
I was actually happy when I heard it. It was true some years ago. This burglary hole was most likely the work of my father and others. (To be continued)