What an ancient tomb in front of me.

The area is more than 40 square meters, the dome is round, and stone bricks are used instead of wood to build a caisson-like tomb.

The top of the tomb goes straight to the belly of the mountain, the top of the four corners is layered and astringent, and the arch is painted with the pattern of sea pomegranate flowers, which is colorful and wonderful.

The stone walls of the tomb are all made of blue bricks, covered with colorful paintings, white horses with gold saddles and silver bridles, equipped with a delicate mud barrier, embroidered with a black cloud dragon, lifelike.

To the south of the burial chamber, there is also a passage with an arched door that leads to an unknown being at the back.

Under the strong light, the whole tomb looks like a real house, and everything is quiet and solemn.

On the walls of the tomb on either side of the arched door, there are also two people dressed like civil officials, bowing slightly, as if to salute their masters.

The walls are full of murals, carved beams and paintings, where is this tomb, this is obviously a two-dimensional house.

Fan Qingzhu in his arms groaned softly, waking up Jin Feng who was in a daze.

Jin Feng slowly opened his eyes, gently swept the surrounding situation, hugged Fan Qingzhu tighter in his hand, and walked straight to the back of the road.

This is the former burial chamber, and behind the corridor is the real main burial chamber. These Jin Feng have long been familiar with their hearts, and they will never dare to forget.

The frescoes on both sides of the corridor are much more elaborate than those of the former burial chamber.

Cranes soaring above the clouds, unicorns wandering in the clouds, and the heavenly palace above the arched corridor.

Everything is like a dream, like a dream.

At this moment, Jin Feng seemed to have stepped into a fairyland.

Fan Qingzhu miraculously woke up at this time, and he was also very surprised to look at all this in front of him.

I couldn't help but want to struggle up and want to see the whole picture, but I didn't have any strength at all.

The moment the scene in the back room of the tomb appeared on him, Fan Qingzhu was stunned.

His eyes stared straight at the scene in front of him, and he forgot where he was for a while.

The back room of the sky dome is larger and higher than the front tomb, the sky dome is painted with all kinds of celestial maps, the painting is exquisite, no worse than the Dunhuang murals.

There are characters in various myths and legends of the 28 Nakshatras and the 12 signs of the zodiac in the celestial chart. There are countless patterns of utensils.

Lotus, bronze mirror, crane, and colorful deer are very realistic but full of fairy energy.

The blue brick walls of the tomb are also painted with various fairy figures, dressed in the most gorgeous robe cuffs of the time, with different expressions but solemn and solemn.

In a daze, Fan Qingzhu only felt that these immortals, Buddhas, gods and ghosts came alive in front of his eyes, and walked down from the stone wall one by one, surrounding him.

For a while, the fairy music rang in unison, the sound of wearing rings, and the sound of Miaohua Tianyin surrounded the ears, and the characters in each painting smiled at themselves......

From the flowery sky, there was another fairy-like woman, who looked exactly like herself.

The fairy came from the nine heavens, slowly descended to the world, walked towards herself, saluted herself, and gently stretched out her hand.

Fan Qingzhu couldn't help but smile warmly, but his eyes were slowly closed, and he was still led into the distance by this young girl.

It was a misty palace, with a strange fragrance and a thick air, like the holy realm of the fairy palace.

"Get out!"

A thunderous roar came out of Jin Feng's mouth, and in an instant, all illusions disappeared.

All the heavenly palaces and all the immortals dissipated and became invisible in a moment.

In the tomb, a bright pillar of light hit the opposite side, pulling Fan Qingzhu back to the real world.

Fan Qingzhu blinked his eyelids in confusion, and his gaze fell on a place in the north, and he was stunned all of a sudden.

Under the blue brick and stone wall on the north side, under a beautiful pattern of the heavenly palace, there are two offering tables and four wooden chairs.

The offering table was filled with large and small porcelain plates, porcelain bowls, oil lamps, and kettles.

Jin Feng walked to the table with Fan Qingzhu in his arms, pulled out the chair and gently put Fan Qingzhu on the chair.

As the lighter lit up, the oil lamp on the table turned on a few seconds later, and slowly, the entire burial chamber became dim.

"Wait for me!"

After Jin Feng said this, his eyes stared at the oil lamp on the offering table and left in a few seconds.

rushed to the cadre position of the tomb, took out the military shovel in his hand, and smashed it into the blue brick and stone wall.

When he saw the situation in front of him clearly, Fan Qingzhu covered his mouth suddenly.

The scene on the two offering tables in front of him was completely stunned.

There are more than 20 plates and bowls on the table, the plates are neatly shaped, the colors are beautiful, and the treasure is shining.

It is the treasure of porcelain that has been handed down from generation to generation.

"Secret color porcelain!"

As one of the four major collectors, Fan Qingzhu naturally saw that this was a precious Yue kiln secret color porcelain in the Five Dynasties period, and its value was extremely expensive.

On weekdays, it can be said that there is not one like this kind of secret color porcelain in ten or eight years, but there are more than 20 here.

The delicacies in the various colors of porcelain can be seen more clearly.

There are some seasonal fruits in a tall plate. Porcelain plates hold other fruits, pastries and offerings.

Among the fruits, pears, peaches, dates, and cardamom have only the seeds and cores left, and they have turned black.

The other two plates contained chestnuts, walnuts turned into empty shells, and pastries turned into lumps of black paste, glued together and unrecognizable.

In one of the yellow-glazed bowls, there was a bowl full of chestnuts, the grains were shiny and intact.

Under the brilliant paintings on the stone wall on the east side of the tomb, there are several long benches neatly placed, and the vermilion lacquer on them pierces the eyes of Fanqing bamboo like blood.

There are still two small potted plants on the two small tables on the right, but unfortunately only the small brown pots remain.

In addition to this, there are furniture and pots and pans for daily life on the south side. Several bronze mirrors, a three-color glazed washbasin, a wooden hanger, and a mirror frame and basin stand.

This, what a tomb that!

That's a complete and messy home!

Strangely, there was not a single coffin or body to be found.

On a nearby offering table there was a mediocre oil lamp, which seemed to be not on the table, but as if it were in a painting.

Slowly, Fan Qingzhu moved his gaze to the wall.

On the front wall at the entrance, there is a blank space, and there are no immortals, Buddhas, gods and ghosts, and no auspicious clouds.

There was only one line of vermilion-colored dark regular script in traditional Chinese characters on top of him.

"The tomb will be reopened......

"No one has a ...... face"

In an instant, Fan Qingzhu's brain exploded, and he felt that his whole body was blown to pieces, and the whole person floated up, flying higher and higher.

The heavenly palace in the tomb came alive again, the sound of Miaohua Tianyin stirred in the ears, the rui qi was all way, and the treasure rain was scattered and scattered......

However, the gods, ghosts, fairies, Buddhas, fairies and goddesses on the wall looked at them blankly, and none of them dared to come out of the painting.

The day when the tomb is reopened, there will be no less face!

The tomb will be reopened......

No one has a less face......

This is where I belong.

Yes, there is.

In an instant, Fan Qingzhu's delicate body trembled, and tears fell like rain.

Looking at Jin Feng who was sweating like rain on the side, close but blurred, Fan Qingzhu wanted to stretch out his hand but couldn't even move his fingers.

The wrinkled lips squirmed hard, and he wanted to call Jin Feng's name but it was as if he was being choked by a mechanical hand, and he couldn't even make a sound.

"Alas......"

Fan Qingzhu sighed silently in his heart, closed his beautiful eyes gloomily, and a line of tears slipped down.

The first sight of Jincheng Taihuatang Hospital reappeared in front of me, and the fragment of Jinfeng digging himself out of the muck truck was revisited in front of me......

In front of him, there was another moment when Jin Feng hung the nine-eyed dzi on himself......

Fragmented memories flashed like high-definition photos at this moment, but they passed as fast as lightning and fire.

Every frame of getting along with Jin Feng is replayed in my mind, so real and blurry, I can't grasp it.

The picture was finally frozen, and Fan Qingzhu looked at Jin Feng and smiled poignantly.

What is so hard to die, just not to live.

"Jin Feng!"

"Thank you for meeting the most loved you when I am at my most beautiful. ”

"I'll go to you in the next life, don't forget me. ”

"That's it. ”

"Goodbye to the one you love the most. ”

The jade head gently deviated to the left, and Fan Qingzhu lost the last bit of spirit, and fell crookedly.

Fan Qingzhu's consciousness was already confused, and the only thing that was still a little lucid was the nine-eyed dzi on his chest.

The gods, ghosts, immortals, Buddhas and goddesses in the mural quietly turned their heads at this time and quietly stared at Fan Qingzhu.

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