The entire cave space in front of us was about the size of two full-length football fields.

All the walls on all sides are lit with mermaid lanterns.

In the center is a square, a chessboard-like altar.

On top of the altar is a three-legged bronze tripod, and it is too far to see whether it is really cast in bronze.

At this time, there was still a light smoke rising from the huge bronze tripod, as if someone was refining the pill.

There is also a large pile of firewood that has long been extinguished under the ding, and there are scattered split firewood piled up on the side.

Around the square, there are many coffins placed in a dense and orderly manner.

Directly above the three-legged tripod were two hanging coffins, one of which had been tilted down, and the lid of the coffin fell to the ground and broke in half.

The rest of the hanging coffin was golden in color, as if it were made of gold, and was entwined by four large iron chains.

One of them had broken and was dangling in mid-air.

On the four walls are a lot of colorful murals, each of which is so vivid.

I can only see the few murals closest to us, with scenes of sacrifices, scenes of the emperor's travels, and scenes of choosing concubines.

Of course, there are also scenes of natural and man-made disasters, which are not so clear from a distance.

On top of the mermaid oil lamps, the heads of different zodiac signs are arranged on each side.

There are also oil lamps on top of their avatars, and most of the light in the whole space comes from this.

And the most dazzling thing belongs to the place directly opposite us, even higher than the three-legged tripod, there is a throne that resembles a dragon chair.

This throne is backed by the rock wall of the mountain, and on the left and right sides of the throne, there are two lampstands of more than two meters, and the flames are still burning in the lampstands.

I looked at such a shocking scene in front of me, and I was speechless for a long time.

After a while, I said slowly: "It turns out that the so-called seventy-two tombs are not the real seventy-two tombs, but seventy-two coffins buried together!" ”

Leng Yueru said in a deep voice: "Of these seventy-two coffins, there are not really seventy-two corpses among them, I'm afraid most of them are suspicious coffins!" ”

The younger sister followed and said, "Brother Muyang, the skills that the master taught me need to be carried out after you open the coffin!" ”

I nodded, ready to go down, taking in the surroundings and the murals on the walls around me.

Leng Yueru grabbed my clothes and said, "That friend of yours is hiding somewhere, and the identity of the black-robed head lowering master is not so simple!" ”

I raised my right hand, and the extra finger above my right index finger was almost completely formed.

I laughed self-deprecatingly, "If he dares to get involved in karma with me, then I don't mind giving him this damn curse!" ”

I descended the stone platform alone and came to the nearest rock face.

There are many frescoes, the most striking of which is a picture of the emperor's enthronement.

A man with a horse's face, wearing a five-clawed golden dragon robe and a dragon crown on his head, stood on the top and looked down.

Below are the ministers of civil and military affairs, as well as the envoys of various countries, and there is a posture of all countries coming to court.

If you want to say where the most eye-catching place is, it is a yellow flag with the word Jianlong written on it.

I frowned, this turned out to be the picture of Zhao Kuangyin's enthronement ceremony, but this year name turned out to be on the sail of the enthronement ceremony, which seemed a little abrupt.

According to the canonical history, this is obviously not conventional.

Another scene is that there is a man in a black robe next to Zhao Kuangyin, and the man only depicts a side face.

Although he couldn't see the whole picture, he could see something hanging from his neck, and what was even more amazing was the confident curvature of the corners of his mouth.

Although it is a picture of the enthronement ceremony, the protagonist does not seem to be the emperor himself.

What is even more surprising is a mural next to it.

It is depicted in detail, a picture of a national funeral, in which the same sail is the same as the previous picture.

It reads "Emperor Yingwu Shengwen Shende"

This is Zhao Kuangyin's nickname, and the temple name is Taizu.

Whether it is the civil and military ministers or the princes and nobles, almost all of them bow down.

The only person who did not bow down was a young man who was also dressed in a black robe, and there was only one back on the painting.

He faced the words on the sail, his long flowing hair fluttering in the wind, and he held a weapon of unknown nature.

Because of the painter, it is not clear whether he is Zhang Daqian in the mouth of Uncle Bai on this picture.

Or, the coffin mountain Taibao who followed Zhao Kuangyin before and after the saddle.

I was a little fascinated by it, and I didn't know until Leng Yueru came to me.

She glanced at the picture on the rock wall twice and said: "Look at the painting technique, it is painted by the painter Zhang Daqian himself, and no matter how many dynasties he has experienced, the most prominent person is this person!" ”

She stretched out her jade finger and pointed at the only black-robed young man who didn't bow down.

"I guess this person is a member of our Coffin Mountain faction, and judging from the murals on the back, this person is in the same vein as you!"

I turned my head to look at Leng Yueru and said, "With such a large space, can you see all the murals?" ”

The corners of Leng Yueru's mouth lifted lightly: "Can't!" ”

"But what I can be sure of is that this person is Zhang Daqian, and Zhang Daqian is the Taibao of Coffin Mountain, and his background is many years earlier than the famous teacher Zhang Zeduan of the Northern Song Dynasty......!"

What the?

My head buzzed, like something had smashed into my head.

For a moment, I had the feeling of dreaming back to a thousand years, and asked incredulously: "Do you mean to say that this painter Zhang Daqian and the Coffin Mountain Taibao are the same person?" ”

"What do you say?" Leng Yueru looked at me and said softly.

How is this possible?

This coffin mountain Taibao is a figure who followed the Zhao Kuangyin period, and the painter Zhang Daqian is a figure of what period?

There are hundreds of years in between, how can it be the same person?

Can he live forever?

This legend of immortality has existed since ancient times, but it is just a legend, and there is no such thing as a real person who can live for hundreds of years.

Even the characters who have lived for more than a hundred years are only slightly related to the history of the wild and the novels of the spirits.

"Brother Muyang, look at what this is, there is something ...... in this coffin!"

My sister's voice came from not far away.

I turned my head and saw my sister standing in front of one of the beautiful but very ordinary coffins.

The lid of the coffin has been opened for the most part, and my sister is looking inside.

Since my sister dares to say this, it is obvious that there is not any dried corpse, bones or anything like that.

Leng Yueru and I glanced at each other, then turned around and walked down, coming to my sister's side.

"What's in there, sister?"

The younger sister shook her head and said, "I've never heard a similar story from Master, just look at it." ”

As she spoke, my sister turned sideways and gave me enough space.

I walked in front, and Leng Yueru walked behind.

We both looked inside almost at the same time, and I was almost subconsciously frozen.

"I seem to understand why these are seventy-two suspicious coffins......