Sometimes I don't understand the point of rock climbing or mountaineering, and some other types of extreme sports, which are so physically exhausting and can be accompanied by the danger of dying at any time, and in my opinion, it is not much different from most life-saving pleasures. But at this point, when I climbed to the heel of the cliff, I suddenly seemed to understand what those people were thinking, because the challenges and the high places should be what should exist in human stocks.

The valley here is not known for the climate or the landform, the wind is very strong, the village is in an open place, so we don't feel anything underneath, but as soon as we climb up the mountain wall, the almost roaring wind has pressed us tightly against the mountain wall.

For a while, the physical strength has not recovered much at all, and the physical strength required for vertical climbing is not comparable to that of casual climbing, and here we are also worried about the danger of falling.

From here, we can see the whole village at a glance, but most of the roads are still blocked by eaves, and all we can see is green moss.

After looking around, I finally found the location of the ancestral hall, so I saw that there was indeed a road behind the ancestral hall, and the direction leading to it was the canyon of two pillar-shaped cliffs, and the back was a little dark, and I don't know where it was in the back.

Although we could see the ancestral hall here, it was too far away, and all we could see was a dozen or so tents in army green. Smoke could be seen rising from the camp, but due to the distance, no one could be seen moving at all.

Actually, I didn't worry much about the quiet of the night last night, I didn't fire a single shot, and I didn't hear the neighing of any big monkeys. Judging from these things on the surface, there is really no need to care about them. Rather than thinking about others, the most important thing now is whether we can survive.

After just a short rest, the old madman at the bottom urged us to hurry. I just felt a little less tired in my muscles and bones, and my physical strength couldn't let me continue to go up ten meters, which is really not something I can do as a rookie.

I was so tired that I didn't think much about the fire gun in the other party's hand, so I pointed at Sang and scolded Huai and said: "Grandma, if you go on like this, you have to be reimbursed here, and when the time comes, you don't blame me, it's just that I'm a little too aggrieved to die." I turned my head to look at the old guy under my ass,

"Didn't you mean leading the way?" The fat man glanced at the cliff above his head, which was still far away, and then continued: "Then it must be a road, right?" ”

The fat man and I didn't get much response to their complaints, in exchange for being stabbed in the ass by the old madman with a fire hammer.

The old madman doesn't know how old he is, but it seems that there is nothing wrong with our name. After climbing for so long, we have been panting like a cow, but he is not tired at all, he really can't see his face, but I want to know that he must be a lot more ruddy than us.

The old madman didn't talk much nonsense, our strategy didn't make him give in, this man just replied coldly: "Keep going." He politely aimed the fire at us.

It's a real frustration that this physical threat is so effective in most cases. We turned our heads around and continued to climb the cliff. The higher the height, the stronger the wind, and later, there was no possibility that we would even fall down, because the strong wind directly pressed a few of us on the mountain wall, and there was room for respite, but it was definitely not okay to stretch out.

I climbed the mountain wall for more than two hours, and it was the most painful two hours I can remember. The holes in the cliff are very suitable for climbing, which definitely takes into account long-term and multiple uses, otherwise it is only for one-time use, and it seems that only the cracks can be pulled out.

This climb over a cliff is intended to lead to the top of the mountain. There is no place where the whole stone pillar mountain can go up directly, so it is understandable to excavate in this way, but the amount of work and difficulty seem to be a little too great.

It has been two or three hours since we set off, and the old madman is still humane, so we almost found a place to rest, and this place is a cliff cypress growing on the cliff, and sure enough, behind the cliff cypress is a square cave more than two meters high.

We don't even need to look at the excavation marks of the cave, we know from afar that it must have been excavated by hand. We didn't come to find such a place on our own initiative, but we came across it by chance. The builder of the mountain road is very wise, he has no intention of challenging the limit, the climb road is along the ravines of the mountain wall, the ravines do not go straight up and down, here just passing by, we went straight in.

The cave is very deep, there is no light source, and we can't see what is inside the cave. Originally, I wanted to go into the cave to take shelter from the wind, but I thought that this lightless Dafang cave was like a refrigerator.

The fat man glanced at the old madman politely a few times, and then asked for the gas lamp hanging from his waist. The old madman is very cheerful, he has always aimed at us intentionally or unintentionally, and there are not many other restrictions. This state doesn't seem to be forced, but to prevent us, the old madman is really accurate in seeing people, and two of us do have the possibility of taking the opportunity to make trouble. Of course, the fat man is obvious, he has been looking for opportunities, the old generation has not spoken all the way, their state is familiar to me, and there must be a bad child behind his back.

The fat man lit the gas lamp, but it was not used for heating, and I threw myself into the air, and the fat man took the flickering gas lamp and walked directly into the cave.

The old madman sat at the entrance of the cave and did not stop him, and I was curious, so I followed. The cave is indeed a square cave, carved out of the mountain. The work was done, and the walls of the cave and even the floor were smooth, and you could see faint traces of chiseling.

After walking a meter into the cave, I saw something, the whole square cave was not deep, only more than four and a half meters, the fire flickered, and at this time I could already see the deepest wall in the cave, and immediately knew the purpose of this cave.

On the inside of the cave there is a large black lacquer coffin close to the cave wall, the coffin is completely square, the corners of the black lacquer coffin are protected by metal fasteners, and the whole coffin occupies half of the space in the cave.

I glanced back at the cave and called out to me, "Let's ...... Let's be a visit, not a tomb robbery, right? After I said timidly, the fat man gave me a slap.

"String your uncle's door, your family is related to ghosts, this kind of place, don't be so careless." After the fat man finished scolding, he turned to the coffin, folded his hands and bowed, and went straight to the black lacquered coffin.

Cliff tombs appear in a very wide geographical range, almost all over the country as long as there is a similar terrain position, this is the custom created by the customs, but most of them are still given by feudal superstition.

It may be the Qin and Han dynasties, or it may be the earlier Shang and Zhou dynasties, the specific time is not exquisite, in short, regardless of the changes of the times, the changes of dynasties, and the changes of society, a profession has been from ignorance to today. In an exact sense, it should not be a profession, in fact, it is called faith, no matter what the appeal is, the focus is always to become an immortal. +

During the Qin Dynasty, because the First Emperor was almost perverted in search of elixir for immortality, the Fangshi were the most numerous products of those years, and although the First Emperor killed a large number of liars, there were still many of them.

Most or even all of these people can be judged as liars, but it cannot be said that all of them are seeking profit in this way, and some of them are just looking for a pure land and studying the Tao in their hearts.

There is a place among the thousands of mountains in the Hengduan Mountains, where it seems to have been enshrined as a place of victory by many people who cultivate immortals and seek the Tao, and now you can also see the traces left by a large part of that group of people.

The most you can see on the cliffs of that place is the caves, the mountains seem to have been hollowed out by insects, and these caves are the residence and destination of those who cultivate immortals and seek the Tao. This is because of the extreme behavior of those people.

When these people trekked through mountains and rivers to the place, they would hang ropes from the cliffs, and they would cut the ropes and throw them under the cliff walls, and then cut off their own back path, so that they could become immortals in very extreme situations, but basically nothing like that happened, at least the first one to find them was death.

I don't know if the initiators of the cliff tomb have similar thoughts, they chose the place of burial for themselves, perhaps they just wanted to be closer to the sky, and held the idea of becoming immortals and walking less after death.

The fat man walked to the side of the big black coffin, and he put the gas lamp on it, and he reached out and knocked on the coffin a few times, but the sound it made was dull.

"Shhh...... I haven't been touched yet, isn't this just waiting for your fat man......" The fat man gasped, a little excited, but before he finished speaking, he saw me staring at him on the side.

This grandson is completely leaked, and the fat man does have the spirit of active exploration, but most of it is still for the sake of being able to reap the benefits, and at this time he is worried about other people's coffins. The big black lacquer coffin in front of us is not low, and the mountain people who have worked all their lives can mix a pair of rolling wooden coffins in the end, which is already considered to be a virtue, and this place is placed, it is a green wood coffin with black lacquer and brass inverted feet, and ordinary people do not eat or drink for ten lifetimes, and it is difficult to get a pair. The fat man knocked on it just now, and it was full of things, and the kid's eyes were shining now, and I already knew what he was going to do.

The fat man didn't give me any psychological construction, he threw the gas lamp aside, there were no funeral goods in the cave, it was empty, the fat man made up his mind, the coffin was opened, this kid glanced at me, let me stare at the old man. I was so helpless that I ignored him.

The fat man had already put his hands on it, clasping the gap in the lid of the coffin with both hands, and with a single effort, this kind of coffin, which was usually not nailed, was carried out by him through a gap.

Before there was any movement in the coffin, I was shocked by a scolding from the entrance of the cave.

"Stop." When we turned our heads, we found that the old madman was standing at the entrance of the cave, his dark shadow staring at us in the backlight.