Jingguan does not mean the wonders of the capital.
In ancient my country, the most common Beijing temple appeared on the battlefield. In order to show our military exploits and intimidate enemy soldiers, the corpses or heads of the opponents were usually piled together to form a pyramid or cone shape. It was very terrifying. It's called Jingguan.
There is also a kind of Beijing temple for worship.
The Jingguan is also used in worshiping the sky, praying to the earth, offering sacrifices to the sea, knocking on the mountains, praying for wind and rain, removing disasters, etc., but in this case, most of them use tributes to build the Jingguan, such as grains, such as
Animals are used to show sincerity to heaven and earth, but there are exceptions in everything. For some things that rise to the level of powerful people, or even emperors, human lives will be sacrificed.
Before the Western Zhou Dynasty, many slave owners liked to use slaves for sacrifices. After the Western Zhou Dynasty, this phenomenon decreased, but it was not completely eliminated. Some grand sacrificial activities still used slaves or prisoners of war.
These jars are placed as a palace, and they are in such a closed ghost place. They cannot be for bats to see, so they are definitely not used to display military exploits. Apart from this, the only thing left is to offer sacrifices.
Wu Zipei knocked on the jar with a flashlight and asked, "What's in it?"
"Maybe it's a human!" I said.
When Wu Zipei heard that there was a person inside, his hands trembled with fear, and he quickly retracted, "You must have scared me on purpose! How can there be a person in a jar? You think people are pickles!"
I said, "Why are you scaring me? There's no good in it. I guess this is the Jingguan Temple, used to worship heaven and worship gods or ancestors."
Wu Zipei said doubtfully: "I have watched TV, and worshiping gods and gods are all done with food, such as fruits and suckling pigs. There is no need for people to worship!"
"In ancient times, there were many people using humans for sacrifice."
I said: "From slave society to feudal society, and then to the Ming Dynasty, there is still the phenomenon of using living people to bury ancestors. Isn't it strange?"
"Then why put it in a jar?" Wu Zipei asked.
I said: "If I guessed correctly, it should be a sacrifice to some kind of god."
"God!"
Wu Zipei asked: "What does that have to do with putting it in a jar?"
I said: "When you give gifts to others, you must wrap them
, so that it looks high-end and classy, not to mention it is given to God."
"I still don't believe it."
Wu Zipei looked around and said: "There must be tens of thousands of these piles of jars. Could it be that there are tens of thousands of people in them... Hey... what are you going to do..."
I took a flashlight and smashed the jar hard. It was very strong and not broken. I said, "If you don't believe it, I'm actually just guessing. I'm not sure. You'll know if you smash it open and take a look!"
The flashlight couldn't hit it, so I stood up and hit it hard with the butt of my gun.
"Crash..."
There was a big hole in the jar. Following this hole, I smashed open one side of the jar. It was pitch black inside. I took a flashlight and shined a light inside. Sure enough, I saw a person who had long been dried sitting cross-legged inside.
The withered limbs are as thin as dead branches, and the chest and abdomen are deeply sunken. The most terrifying thing is the head, which has completely fit the skull. The empty pupils, the wide mouth, and the uneven teeth make people feel heart palpitations.
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Wu Zipei was so frightened that he covered his eyes and did not dare to look. I was okay, it was just a mummy. When I accompanied my uncle to inspect the ancient tombs, most of them were rotting corpses that made people sick to their stomachs.
"That's wrong!" Looking at the mummy in the jar, I felt something was wrong.
Wu Zipei opened a crack with his fingers and asked, "What's wrong?"
"He sat with his legs crossed and his hands folded on his shoulders."
I pointed at the mummy in the jar and said, "Aren't you definitely weird?"
Wu Zipei didn't understand, "Why is it strange? The jar is so small and can only be put in this position."
I shook my head and said, "He didn't put it in. He probably sat in it himself."
Wu Zipei's eyes widened in surprise, "You mean he sat in it by himself when he was alive!"
I didn't say anything, picked up the butt of the gun, smashed the second jar and the third jar, then squatted on the ground and looked at them carefully.
"Now I'm sure."
I said to Wu Zipei: "They all sat in by themselves when they were still alive!"
"Why?" Wu Zipei asked.
"Take a closer look."
I explained: "Their corpses are completely intact.
Generally, to make mummies, all the internal organs in the body must be hollowed out, so that the corpse can be preserved intact. However, there are no wounds on these mummies, which means that they have not been harmed in any way and are formed naturally.
The mummies and their postures are all the same, with their legs crossed and their hands folded. This can also rule out that they were forced. Think about it, if someone wants to put you in, and you know that you will die, it will definitely be violent.
Struggle cannot always be in the same posture."
Wu Zipei understood, her face was pale, and I was not much better. Looking at the densely packed Jingguan with countless stacked jars around me, I felt eerie even when I took a breath.
It’s horrifying to think about it! As Wu Zipei said, there are tens of thousands, or even more, tens of thousands of dead people in jars here. It’s already scary in such a ghost place, and these people are still packed in jars.
Inside, the fear is superimposed with weirdness, and these people voluntarily got in when they were alive, and they can maintain the same posture until they die. How much will it takes to do this, not to mention there are so many people, I simply can't
Imagine.
"Why did they do this?" Wu Zipei asked.
"Servant of God."
I swallowed my saliva and said, "The only explanation I can give now is that they are all servants of gods, servants of gods."
"Are there really gods in the world?"
Wu Zipei asked: "Is what Grandpa Shen said true?"
"have no idea!"
I said: "People in ancient times, because of their thinking and technology, believed that there were gods in this world, and some people also hoped that they could become gods. These people were extremely pious in their hearts. If I guessed correctly,
, the people in the jar should all be servants of God. They believe that they are servants of God. Death, for them, is a kind of transcendence. Only after death can they truly follow God. Only this kind of perfect
Only by being pious can you have such great perseverance."
After Wu Zipei heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.
But another question came to my mind. Why did these people choose to die here and build a temple? This is definitely not unreasonable. Is there really a god here? Or was there some miracle that happened here back then?
Let tens of thousands of people choose to pursue it through death.