Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Eighth Dakui's Premonition
The sky gradually darkened, and it soon reached 7pm. The night in Tibet was very cold. Even if I was wearing cold-proof clothes, I would still shiver when the wind blew.
"How to get in?" I looked at Hong Zhuo who was squatting next to him, smoking and studying a map.
Hong Zhuo pushed up his glasses and said: "The backyard of the Buddhist temple is a three-meter-high wall."
"It's just a three-meter wall. I can climb over it. I learned it in the police academy before." Dakui next to him replied.
"Brother, Sanmi, are you sure?" Brother Lu swallowed his saliva and asked.
Dakui nodded and said, "You guys use it as a cushion below. I'll step on it, and I can jump up with my strength."
Just when Dakui and Brother Lu were discussing how to jump, Hong Zhuo said: "Don't bother me. In fact, my plan is very simple. Dig a tunnel. The surrounding Buddhist temple is full of mud. It's easy to get in."
"Good idea, when will we take action?" I nodded.
"Go now and dig a hole first." Hong Zhuo confidently led us towards a high wall of the Buddhist temple.
This Buddhist temple is already at the very edge of Linzhou County, and the wall is surrounded by woods, so no one noticed us at all.
"Start digging." Hong Zhuo said and took out a shovel from his backpack. I looked at it carefully and asked, "What is this?"
"Luoyang shovel, I considered many situations before coming here and bought this this morning." Hong Zhuo explained.
When I heard this, my eyes lit up. Is this a prop used by the legendary tomb robbers?
You must know that our generation is deeply influenced by the novel "Tomb Raiders Notes". When I was reading this novel, I also thought about whether I should go to the entire ancient tomb to rob for fun. At that time, I was young and energetic, and I would do whatever I thought of.
What, just call Wang Rui and Xu Hang and get ready to rob the tomb.
As a result, as soon as I walked to the grave and saw the grave, I was scared and my feet were weak, let alone robbing the grave, and then I ran back dejectedly.
Thinking back then, we had stolen the hoe from our hometown to dig the ground and prepared to rob the tomb. Now I looked at the Luoyang shovel in Hong Zhuo's hand, and I decided that the two props were not on the same level at all.
The Luoyang shovel can also be folded. After Hong Zhuo opened it, Dakui took the Luoyang shovel and started digging, while the three of us were tasked with looking out.
While looking at the wind, Hong Zhuo asked me: "But it is said that there are many pagodas here, dozens of large and small pagodas. I don't know which pagoda has a thousand-year-old snow lotus."
Brother Donkey next to him said: "It's absolutely appropriate to tinker with whichever pagoda is the biggest."
"Brother Hong and I are discussing business, so don't interrupt." I gave Brother Lu a rollicking look.
Hong Zhuo nodded and said: "No, what the donkey said actually makes sense. The ancients also paid attention to status when it came to pagodas. The higher the status, the better the pagoda was built."
The rest of us were talking nonsense, but Dakui had already crawled out of a pit. When he came out, he spit out mud and cursed: "Fuck, who said you were digging a tunnel? There is a cement floor inside."
"This." Hong Zhuo coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "Digging a tunnel is the easiest way. It would be too difficult to climb over a wall."
"You guys discuss it, I'm exhausted." Dakui was panting and covered in mud. As he spoke, he leaned against the wall. As soon as he leaned on it, Dakui fell in completely.
This wall actually collapsed after Dakui leaned against it. This was such a shoddy project.
I looked at the hole, which was nearly two meters high and one meter wide, and looked inside. It was very spacious, just like a small square. The ground was indeed made of cement, and there were many small pagodas in the middle of the square.
These pagodas only look like pagodas, only three meters high and look very small.
"Are these the legendary pagodas? Aren't they too small?" I looked at these dozen pagodas and asked Hong Zhuo next to them.
Hong Zhuo said casually: "These pagodas store the ashes of people who have contributed to Buddhism. Although they are pagoda burials, they are not as large as the Great Living Buddha. You must know that only living Buddhas like the Dalai Lama and Panchen Lama can be called
For the Great Living Buddha."
"Oh." I actually breathed a sigh of relief.
Just kidding, although it is a pagoda, it is still someone else's tomb. In the future, when you go out and brag to others about robbing a tomb, and someone asks you how big the tomb is, you say that the tomb can just accommodate you. That would be too embarrassing.
Bar?
I was just thinking wildly when Brother Donkey next to me patted me on the shoulder and said, "Look, it's a bunker.
I followed his gaze and saw that it really looked like a bunker.
At this time, at the closest position to the pagoda, there was a pagoda as big as a bunker. It was ten meters high and had three floors. A sense of grandeur arose spontaneously.
I quickly took the Luoyang shovel from Dakui who had just climbed up on the ground, pointed at the fortress-like pagoda and said, "This is the pagoda."
Da Kui rubbed his head vigorously, looked at the pagoda blankly and said, "Crazy brother, my head hurts so much. It seems that the closer I get to this pagoda, the more uncomfortable my head becomes."
"It's just menstrual irregularity, it's a minor problem." I said casually. Dakui's head probably hurt when he fell, so I didn't care.
Hong Zhuo squatted down in an extremely professional manner, pointed at the pagoda and said: "This kind of pagoda is probably the tomb of a very powerful Living Buddha, but the entrance to this kind of Living Buddha's tomb is guarded by the Dharma left by Buddhist Tantric Buddhism.
As soon as someone enters, an alarm will sound. This is the most troublesome point. It would be great if this problem could be solved."
Dakui rubbed his head vigorously and said, "I think I can solve it."
"You? Stop joking. Your head was smashed and you were stunned." Brother Lu mocked.
Hong Zhuo, who was thoughtful, asked: "Dakui, tell me, what can you do?"
"Just open the door. I always feel like there is some voice inside this pagoda asking me to come in. Just ask me to open the door and go in." Dakui frowned, rubbed his temples vigorously and said, "There are many more.
The picture was in my head, as if a great monk was talking to me, but I couldn't understand what he said."
"This guy must have fallen silly. He only knows how to cause trouble. Leave him alone. Seriously, look at me. I'm so handsome. If I go and kick him away, will this Dharma see that I'm a handsome guy and won't get angry?"
Brother Lu asked seriously.
I rolled my eyes at Brother Lu, thinking that he was just causing trouble.
"Is it possible?" Hong Zhuo glanced at Da Kui in surprise, then said with a little joy on his face: "Dakui, go and open the door and try."
With that said, a few of us walked towards the door of the pagoda. The door of the pagoda was made of wood and had two rusty Chinese characters on it.
Dakui frowned, stretched out his hand and touched the main character.