Stepping into the huge mausoleum behind the Dragon Gate, everyone in the group, except Zhou Jun, was shocked and speechless by the sight in front of them.
Ayimu looked at the cemetery at the top of the stone steps and said in a trembling voice: "That's the tomb of the prophet."
Qin Xiangbi looked around and sighed that there was such a huge space underground.
As for Hanguli, her face was solemn and her eyes kept rolling.
Raising his head and looking at the silent cemetery on the high platform, Ayimu said vigilantly: "According to the records of the holy objects, the prophet has many mechanisms in this tomb. If you are not careful, you will be killed."
die."
Zhou Jun: "If you are worried, it is not too late to turn back now."
Ayimu smiled hoarsely: "You have been here before, so you naturally know the mechanisms here... You walk in front, and I will find someone to keep an eye on you."
After saying that, Ayimu turned his head and looked at his two apprentices.
Qin Xiangbi looked frightened and kept retreating, but Hanguli took a step forward and volunteered: "I'll go with him."
Ayimu hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Zhou Jun and Hanguli walked along the stone steps into the central cemetery and came to the stone tomb.
Hanguli saw the stone pillar in front of the tomb, slowly squatted down, and read out the content on it bit by bit.
Zhou Jun was surprised and said: "Have you ever learned Pinyin?"
While looking at the content on the stone pillar, Hanguli said to Zhou Jun: "Now is not the time to talk about this. We must find an opportunity to get rid of them."
Zhou Jun was a little confused: "Get rid of them? You mean your master and fellow disciples?"
After reading all the characters, Hanguli carefully climbed to the top of the tomb and found the sun and moon relief.
She said to Zhou Jun: "I once said that I have my own reasons."
After saying that, Hanguli pressed hard on the moon on the relief.
The entire tomb roared, and the stone slabs split to the left and right, revealing a downward passage.
Hearing this movement, Ayimu and Qin Xiangbi, who were further away, were startled and confused. They mistakenly thought that the two people in the cemetery had triggered the mechanism, and hurriedly retreated in the opposite direction.
After a while, when the roaring stopped, Ayimu shouted at the top of his lungs: "What's going on?"
Hanguli took a deep breath, without any pause, raised her right hand and pressed the relief of the sun hard.
Suddenly, the entire tomb hall began to shake, and rocks and debris began to fall from the top.
The mountain walls and steps began to disintegrate, and the entire underground space began to collapse as if experiencing a major earthquake.
Zhou Jun opened his eyes wide, he knew exactly what Han Guli had done.
The latter has triggered the sun mechanism, and the top of the hall is about to collapse, and the quicksand above will soon rush in and bury everything.
Before she could ask anything, Hanguli grabbed Zhou Jun's hand and pulled him into the corridor of the tomb, and the two of them fell to the depths below.
Ayimu looked at the falling quicksand above her head, gradually burying the entire hall. Seeing that the Zoroastrian secrets were so close but unable to reach her, she let out a heartbreaking roar: "Idiots! What have you done?!
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Qin Xiangbi was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he hurriedly grabbed Ayimu's robe and shouted: "Master, this place is going to collapse! Leave quickly!"
Ayimu was pulled back continuously, her face showed despair, and she kept shouting: "After decades of pursuit, I am only one step away from the gods. Why is this happening?!"
At this time, Zhou Jun hugged Han Guli and fell from the corridor of the tomb to the bottom.
Before he could take a breath, Zhou Jun saw the quicksand pouring down from the hollow above his head. He quickly stood up and pulled Han Guli and ran towards the depths of the ancient tomb.
The quicksand was like a tide, pouring in along the corridor.
Zhou Jun and Hanguli only ran two steps before they were overtaken by quicksand.
Feeling that his legs and feet were sinking into the sand, getting heavier and heavier, Zhou Jun simply jumped into the sand tide, using his hands and feet together, and kept swimming forward with the momentum.
After a long time, the sand tide gradually stopped.
Zhou Jun, who was buried in the yellow sand, stretched his hands to the top of his head, pushed his head out of the sand, and breathed in the fresh air. After a while, Hanguli also emerged from the sand, coughing and shaking her hair.
of gravel.
Zhou Jun crawled out of the yellow sand, looked back at the blocked corridor, shook his head and said, "It looks like you can't go back the way you came."
Hanguli: "There should be a way out of this tomb."
Zhou Jun: "Is there another way out? How do you know?"
Hanguli: "I'll explain it to you as we walk."
Zhou Jun patted the yellow sand on his body and followed behind Hanguli.
The two walked into the colorful underground cave. Hanguli marveled at the colorful minerals and plants. They walked around and finally came to the stone house underground.
Walking into the door, Hanguli looked at the murals in the front hall, fascinated, and looked at them for half an hour.
After reading it, Hanguli looked around at the furnishings in the house and said with emotion: "So, this is the former residence of the Zoroastrian sages and the prophet?"
Zhou Jun: "Yes, I have a lot of questions."
Hanguli sighed: "Just ask."
Zhou Jun: "Who are the Zoroastrian sages and prophets you speak of?"
Hanguli: "The prophet is Princess Yanqi named Shen Qian in the mural. She comes from the world of the prophet. As for the Zoroastrian sage, she is the Zoroastrian maid next to Shen Qian. Her name is Wu Qing."
Zhou Jun: "Wu Qing? Zoroastrian maid? Is that the slave girl who followed Shen Qian? How did she become a Zoroastrian sage? Wait..."
There were too many questions in his mind. Zhou Jun rubbed his forehead vigorously and said to Han Guli: "You should explain to me first, why do you know Pinyin? Why do you know the secret of the sun and moon reliefs?"
Hanguli: "Let me explain everything from the beginning... My master, Ayimu, you have dealt with her and you should know her identity."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhou Jun: "She was the fire servant of the previous Zoroastrian saint. In the competition for the new saint, she lost to Tuoba Huaisu, and then rebelled. Out of Zoroastrianism.”
Hanguli: "It is not accurate to say that the master betrayed Zoroastrianism. In fact, she stole a sacred object from the religion."
Zhou Jun: "Holy object?"
Hanguli: "Wu Qing, the sage of Zoroastrianism five hundred years ago, wrote several diaries, which recorded every detail of her relationship with the prophet Shen Qian. My master stole one of them."
Zhou Jun: "Why did those diaries become sacred objects of Zoroastrianism?"
Hanguli: "Because those diaries recorded the last days of Shen Qian's life, and told some fragmented truths about the world of prophets, as well as how to find the only true god. If these things were made public, they would be enough to overturn the entire world. .”
Zhou Jun thought for a while and asked Hanguli: "Let me guess, you have also read the book that your master stole, and that book contains the usage of Pinyin."
Hanguli said as she walked towards the inner room: "It's not just Pinyin, there are many other things, such as the numerous traps set up by the prophet Shen Qian... According to the diary of the Zoroastrian sage Wu Qing, the prophet Shen Qian lost When her husband arrived at the tomb, she had lost the will to live. She lay down in the coffin next to King Yanqi, started a hunger strike, and wanted to die."
"As Shen Qian's maid, Wu Qing wanted to persuade her master to change her mind and continue living. However, Shen Qian did not change her mind, and her body became weaker day by day. Wu Qing was in the underground river next to this stone house. Fishing, boiling the caught fish into fish soup, feeding it to Shen Qian while she was asleep, and using this method to prolong her life."
"In this way, Shen Qian was sometimes awake and sometimes comatose, wandering between death and life. When she was dying, Shen Qian told Wu Qing many things about the prophetic world, geography, ingenuity, humanities, society, etc. Wu Qing Qing just stayed with her...until one day, Shen Qian's body was so weak that she was about to run out of oil."
Zhou Jun frowned and asked: "After Shen Qian died, Wu Qing left here and then wrote that diary?"
Hanguli shook her head and said to Zhou Jun: "No, in the diary my master stole, everything that happened here is just the beginning."
Zhou Jun was stunned: "What?"
Hanguli waved to Zhou Jun, indicating that the latter should follow her.
The two walked into the side hall where the coffin was parked. Hanguli walked to the side of Shen Qian's coffin, grabbed the stone cover of the coffin with both hands, and pushed it away hard.
Zhou Jun was shocked when he saw it: "What are you doing?!"
Hanguli turned around and said, "Don't you want to know the answer? Help me open this coffin, and you will understand everything."
Zhou Jun hesitated for a while, and finally started pushing the sarcophagus together with Hanguli.
The two of them used all their strength to finally push open the top cover of Shen Qian's coffin.
Zhou Jun glanced into the coffin and suddenly took a breath of cold air.