Xiao Jun's introduction and what he saw and heard all the way north made us emotional. While feeling the greatness of the motherland, my heart is filled with a strong sense of happiness and pride as a Chinese.

As the old saying goes, "If you don't raise children, you don't know the kindness of your parents". In the same way, when you have not left the country, it is difficult to understand how strong the motherland is and how simple and industrious your compatriots are.

Along the way, the most we see are all kinds of temples, which are called holy temples in India. Most of them are dilapidated and have accumulated strong traces of history.

Dense crowds gathered outside the temple, playing music, singing and dancing. These people, men and women, young and old, shook their bodies as if they were electrified.

But in broad daylight, people don't work, but worship God, which makes people feel a little weird. It seems that in the Indian mind, eating is a trivial matter, and faith is the most important thing.

By the time we finally arrived at the construction site camp in the Harawa Mountains, it was around 6 p.m.

The time difference between here and China is less than two hours, which can almost be ignored, but the bumpy journey of 400 kilometers makes us all feel like our whole body is falling apart.

Boss Qin hugged me warmly, and it felt like grasping at a life-saving straw.

I saw that although this is a mountainous area, the terrain is very strange, sometimes high and sometimes gentle. Especially in the construction team station, there is an illusion of a basin, as if it has been specially developed artificially.

Boss Qin arranged for us to eat first, we shook our heads, and said that we were all here, so let's go and see the mausoleum first.

At this point in time, the Indian workers of the construction team are eating, sitting on the floor one by one, and they are eating a pale yellow dough wrapped in vegetable batter and dipping sauce, which looks unappetizing.

In addition, the meal we ate at noon on the road seemed to be unclean, or unaccustomed to the water and soil, and now my stomach is still full of nausea, my stomach is growling, and I keep farting.

Boss Qin and Xiao Jun, as well as his two bodyguards, drove us out of the camp and rushed to the mausoleum. Not long after the car drove forward, a stone cemetery appeared in front of us in the distance.

The sky has darkened, and I saw that this mausoleum protrudes about one and a half meters high from the ground, and the whole body is stacked with black stones, boxy, and not very conspicuous. The tomb is surrounded by rubble, apparently hiding in the hills.

On the front of the mausoleum, the swarthy entrance of the cave is also square, there is no gate, and the common ancient tombs of the Celestial Empire are very different in shape, color, and specifications, more like a historical relic, full of strange taste.

Around the mausoleum sat a circle of men, half of them dressed as paupers, men, women and children, all kneeling and prostrating with solemn expressions on their faces, completely different from the Indians we saw singing and dancing by the temples on the road.

The rest were monks, about twenty or thirty in number, all dressed in different ways.

Some of them have their hair coiled up high, and their upper body is covered with oil paint, their beards are unshaven, and their nails are scary, like vagabonds. Some are bare-headed, wearing red or yellow vestments, with one arm exposed, clean and tidy.

In their hands, they also held all kinds of things similar to magic weapons, some of which were iron tridents with short handles, which resembled Taoist Shangqing bells. Some are like short sticks and daggers.

It's just that these monks, without exception, are as thin as wood, look malnourished, and crumbling, but their eyes are bright, quite similar to the Indian ascetic we saw at the summit of Tishan.

Although they were all gathered in front of the mausoleum, the monks were obviously different from the group of poor people, sitting cross-legged on the ground, in a unified posture, with one hand raised, five fingers facing the sky, placed in the ear, and the other hand hanging down to the lower dantian, or closed their eyes to recuperate or chant words.

Seeing our car coming from a distance, everyone turned a deaf ear, as if they didn't see it, and stood still.

As soon as I got out of the car, I was chuckling in my heart, and I glanced at the fat man and the stammering monk, and all three of them were shocked.

Under the low twilight, around the low square mausoleum, there were layers of thick aura, like a steaming boiler, and all kinds of breaths were permeated, obviously emanating from this group of monks.

This kind of qi, although it is not quite the same as the true qi on our Heavenly Empire cultivators, is obviously also a type of true qi, but the heaven and earth gang qi mixed in it is too strong, which makes people feel weird.

How so? To make a simple analogy, to boil a pot of water, you only need to heat the kettle. But the aura exuded by this group of monks is like a steamer, or even a high-temperature sauna.

Strong, primitive, but not pure, I don't know if it's a local Indian characteristic, or some kind of partial method.

And the formation in which they sat was more like a magic circle. But if you listen closely, the words in the mouths of the monks are almost different, chaotic, and there is no uniform posture at all.

However, with so many cultivators gathered here, it must be not easy. At the same time, I was curious, what is hidden in this unremarkable mausoleum?

Standing outside the crowd, I looked at the tomb carefully, and the more I looked at it, the more frightened I became.

From a distance, the mausoleum was unremarkable, and it wasn't until I got up close that I realized that on the heavy walls, there were several huge and lifelike peacocks!

The lines of these peacocks are hidden in stone after stone, and are almost indistinguishable if it were not for the twilight afterglow and my earthly eyes.

They have different postures, whether flying, sitting, napping, playing, and even the demeanor of each one is very different. The body shape is also different from the peacock in my country, with insufficient slenderness and more than stubby.

In the Celestial Empire, the peacock has always been considered a feathered and auspicious bird, known for its opening screen. But the strange thing is that the peacocks on these walls have fierce eyes one by one, which makes people feel indescribably evil and gloomy.

I paced around the mausoleum and noticed that there were nine peacocks on the walls.

Nine peacocks? What does this mean?! I tried to think about the information about India that I had read on the Internet before, and I couldn't figure it out.

Seeing my confusion, Amorous whispered in my ear that the peacock represents the Mauryan Dynasty, and the number nine is the largest number, and at the same time represents the supreme in Buddhism, that is, the kingship of the world, and the king of the Mauryan Dynasty may be buried in this mausoleum.

The King's Tomb?! I was a little surprised.

But on second thought, the Harawa region is indeed the site of the Mauryan Empire in ancient India. Ancient India was much smaller than ancient China, and its funeral customs were very different due to the influence of different cultures.

It's normal to have a royal tomb on the ruins of an ancient country, but as the most famous dynasty in Indian history, this tomb is a bit too shabby.

In the Qin Dynasty, which was the same era as the Mauryan Dynasty, the Qin Tomb of the First Emperor of Qin has not been completely mined, and thousands of terracotta warriors and horses have appeared in just one burial figurine pit, which is listed as the world's "eighth wonder" and "rare treasure".

This is really more popular than the dead, and the tomb is more tearful than the tomb......