Along the way, Lai Zi asked about the equipment, and Zhao San explained to Lai Zi that in order to hide people's eyes, the tools for going to the tomb were not prepared in Beijing, but sent people to buy imported equipment from abroad in Liaoning, and he had already sent people to send those equipment to Ye Jiu first.

Everyone had never seen the Zhang family so anxious, but they didn't ask much. Along the way, Lady Na, Lai Zi, Zhang Meng, and the third uncle played the videotape over and over again, confirming every scene inside, trying to remember every corner of the tomb in the video.

However, the tapes were always intermittent, as if they were disturbed by something, and the poor lighting in the tomb, coupled with some moments of crisis, never conveyed really useful information.

Several people knew that based on these two videotapes alone, it was impossible to determine where the tomb was, and it was still discussed again by Shenyang.

On the way, Laizi didn't let the fat man be idle, and stuffed the fat man with two books.

The fat man thought that Laizi had something good for him, but he didn't expect it to be a book, so he immediately threw it aside without even reading it.

But Laizi did not give up.

Zhang Meng swept his eyes, and the text on it resembled the dendroglyph in Latin.

Zhao San knew that Zhang Meng didn't know him, so he explained to Zhang Meng that this was very likely to be Manchu.

Hearing Zhao San's words, Lai Zi smiled and replied: "The third master is very knowledgeable, these two books, one is a Chinese-Manchurian translation, and the other is a Chinese-Mongolian translation. ”

Hearing Laizi's words, Zhang Meng also understood what Laizi meant, and immediately kicked the fat man in the car.

This kick kicked the fat man and screamed, but there were not many people on the train, and the conductor didn't come.

"Hey, dead fat man, although he is temporarily cramming, if you go to the tomb, you have to rely on these words, you make up for it first." Zhang Meng said.

Listening to Zhang Meng's words, the fat man pursed his mouth and said disdainfully: "Nonsense, this Manchu text, I have long understood the fat man." ”

Hearing the fat man say that he understood Manchu made Zhang Meng a little surprised.

Looking at Zhang Meng's surprised expression, the fat man smiled proudly: "Who called the fat man, my father is an archaeologist?" We are from the Northeast, and we have long been familiar with this Manchu language, and this Manchu language is not a real Latin system, and it can be regarded as a fusion of our Chinese characters, so the fat man, I knew these characters when I was eight years old. ”

"Yo! I really didn't see it. Zhao San smiled with a big cigarette pouch in his mouth.

"Nonsense! Fat man, I don't have any other skills, I'm a first-class master of linguistics alone, and I'm just self-taught! The fat man made another mistake, and boasted to himself, "You don't want to think about it, I stole so many ancient tombs, which trip is not the fat man and I will dismantle those word puzzles, and those words are all ancient words, although the fat man I don't know the words I have, but I can learn without a teacher, hey, speaking of which, this is like a little lady with a strong knife technique, Lai Zi is very knowledgeable, this is all talent!" Hey! What like you......"

Looking at the fat man's disdainful gaze, Zhang Meng scolded back angrily: "Don't say that you seem to be a real linguistics expert, you are so powerful, why don't you see you understand Mongolian in Kunlun Mountain?" ”

was poked in the sore spot, the fat man paused in embarrassment, and then simply shouted at Lai Zi: "Give me that Chinese-Mongolian translation, I won't believe it fat man, I won't be able to understand the fuck?" Look, when you get to the tomb, I will definitely be able to learn these Mongolian languages. ”

Everyone in the same car didn't seem to believe that the fat man could learn Mongolian in such a short time, and only Zhang Meng and Lai Zi believed in this fat man who usually brags and doesn't make drafts.

As the fat man said, just like a cat eating fish, Ye Jiu playing with a knife, Lai Zi selling his knowledge, and Zhang Meng relying on memory, are all a kind of talent, and people who often have these talents, as long as they come into contact with their interests, they are likely to master their skills in the shortest possible time.

However, no matter whether the fat man can learn Mongolian in these few days, as long as he tries it, it is always good, and it is better than these people who don't know anything about Mongolian.

Even if the fat man can't really learn by then, everyone will look for a guide in the local area who knows the Manchu and Mongolian characters.

The fat man was quiet, everyone was bored, and there was still some time in Shenyang, and Zhang Meng asked Lai Zi about the news of Genghis Khan's tomb. In order to guess first, why Sun Ren and Zhang Shaoye did not go north directly into the Mongolian steppe, but went to Shenyang first.

Seeing Zhang Meng asking, Lai Zi didn't hide it, and simply said it bluntly.

"In fact, there is a ...... of Genghis Khan's mausoleum in our country"

As soon as Lai Zi finished speaking, seeing Zhang Meng's worried expression, Lady Na on the side explained: "But the mausoleum that everyone knows is actually Genghis Khan's clothed tomb. ”

"The clothed mound, I know, is not a real tomb, but a tomb built by a descendant, or a suspicious tomb."

As soon as Zhang Meng finished speaking, the people around him laughed unconsciously.

"In fact, most of the clothed mounds only have the clothes and other items of the deceased, but there are no tombs where the remains of the deceased are buried. This is because the body of the deceased cannot be found, or has been buried in another place, and a memorial grave is erected in this place. However, there is another saying in the archaeological community of our country, which is also commonly used by modern people, that is, the living foundation, which is not built after death, but the clothes and hair of the living buried in order to eliminate disasters and pray for themselves when they are alive, and this kind of Shengji culture has a history of more than 4,000 years in China. In the end, Xiaolou couldn't bear Zhang Meng being ridiculed, and explained to Zhang Meng on the side: "Brother Meng, haven't you heard of Hong Kong's bigwigs buying cemeteries and building tombstones for themselves before their deaths?" They are praying for their own blessings and disasters. ”

"Oh." Listening to Xiaolou's reminder, Zhang Meng suddenly turned around and said to Zhao San: "I said that those Macau gambling kings, TVB, and Emperor bosses like to be buried before they die, it turns out that there is a health foundation." ”

"Hey, you just found out." Zhao San didn't care if it was a train or not, so he knocked on his cigarette stick and said mockingly: "But their group of people are full of male thieves and female prostitutes, and no matter how healthy the foundation is, it will not benefit their descendants." ”

"Since it's a clothed mound, it shouldn't have anything to do with what we're looking for, right?" Zhang Meng turned around and asked Xiang Laizi.

Lady couldn't figure it out, and turned her head to look at Laizi.

But Laizi continued unhurriedly: "But do you know how many times this mound has migrated? ”

"Does it matter?" Lady asked.

"Of course it does, and it has a lot of relevance." Lai Zi said: "Mongolians have always had their own funeral traditions, just like the sky burial of the Kham people, the burial of our Han people, and most of them Mongolians use secret burials. ”

"Secret burial?" Zhang Meng really didn't know about the Mongols, and said puzzledly: "But they occupied the magpie's nest in Kunlun Mountain and seized the tomb of the pre-Qin, is that their secret burial?" ”

"Of course not." Lai Zi then explained: "The facts finally proved that the underground of the Yuxu Peak in Kunlun Mountain was not a real tomb, but the Baiyun Immortal Palace of Qiu Chuji. The secret burial mausoleums of the Mongols are very different, the concept of 'mausoleum' in their mouth is different from our explanation, the meaning of the mausoleum in ancient Chinese is the meaning of the big earth mountain, because the tomb of the ancient emperor is similar to the big earth mountain in appearance, and then extended to the emperor's tomb. The so-called mausoleum of the Mongolian people, as stated in the "Black Tartar Story": the Mongolians have no graves in their tombs, and they trample them with horses, making them as flat as the ground. After the Mongolian royal family was buried, they first used hundreds of war horses to level the surface of the tomb, then planted grass and trees on it, and then sent people to guard the tomb for a long time until there was no trace on the surface before leaving, and those who knew about it would be killed. One of the characteristics of Mongolian funeral customs is that they do not pursue the tall and majestic in the external sense, but rather desire harmony with nature, which is closely related to the view of shamanic teachings, and we may have to find some shamanic history when the time comes. As for the clothed mound, it is also related to the shamanic teachings, they mainly sacrifice souls, followed by corpses, so the current clothed mounds are so valued. ”

"Horse stepping on Pingchuan?" Zhang Meng thought for a while and said, "We have been to several tombs, but we haven't seen any of them have tombs on them. ”

"That's different, most of the tombs we go to are extremely dangerous tombs, not common tombs."

"So how else do we check?" Zhang Meng said suspiciously.

"Arino history." Laizi smiled.

"Can that be really?" Zhang Meng asked.

Lai Zi did not respond directly to Zhang Meng, but turned his head to look at Zhao San and said, "The third master is an old Beijinger, he must have heard the story of the cemetery of Cheng Myster Khan in old Beijing, right?" ”

"I've heard a little, but not much." Zhao San took a few puffs of dry tobacco and continued: "Legend has it that when Genghis Khan was buried, for the sake of secrecy, more than 10,000 war horses were used to settle on the ground at the burial place, and an independent tree was used as a tombstone. In order to find the cemetery in the future, in the burial place of Genghis Khan, in front of a female camel, he killed his own baby camel and sprinkled the blood on the cemetery. By the time the green grass sprouted the following spring, the cemetery was no different from the rest of the world. In this case, when the descendants sacrificed to Genghis Khan, they led the female camel to the peak. When the mother camel arrives at the cemetery, she mourns at the thought of her slain calf. The worshippers then perform a solemn sacrifice at the place where the mother camel mourns. However, after the death of the she-camel, no one will be able to find the tomb of Genghis Khan......"

"Isn't this going to be clueless?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Hey, hey." Lai Zi grinned and continued: "But here's the problem, Mongolia is used to secret burials, but they don't attach importance to burial, and the tombs of each generation of emperors have a family dedicated to them. ”

"Tomb keeper?" Hearing Lai Zi talk about the whole, Zhang Meng immediately came to his senses.

"I don't know if the rumors of the tomb keepers are true, but as far as I know, Genghis Khan's tomb was guarded by the Dalhuts during several wars, and it is rumored that they have been guarding the tomb for more than 800 years." Lai Zi looked at the train that was almost at Shenyang Station, and said meaningfully: "Since there are mausoleum guards in the tombs, there must also be mausoleum guards in the secret burial place, and the purpose of the two people in the video tape to Shenyang is very likely to be to find the descendants of the mausoleum keepers......"