These memorial texts, which were not burned, became written materials. However, I find it strange that the Zhangzhung people have always attached great importance to this kind of sacrifice to the gods, because the sacrifices not only contain their reverence for the gods, but also contain requests to the gods, telling the gods what they cannot accomplish and asking the gods to help them.

If you think about it this way, then there are only two reasons why the festival was not burned: first, there was an accident on the part of the person in charge of burning the festival, and second, there was no need to burn the festival.

I feel that the dried corpse that died in the pottery tube space should have a high status in Zhangxiong's country, and when the huge underground project was forced to be suspended, that person's heart was like ashes, and all the others were gone, leaving him alone. The clay tube space, and the site I'm in now are not far away, and that person can come and go as he pleases. The last part of his life was probably spent between these two places.

The sacrificial text on the skin may have been written by him, and he gave it up in the end. Perhaps, when his life's long-cherished wish finally failed, he didn't even believe in God.

What I need most now is a clue, and when I see the words on the skin, I immediately start to recognize them. There are a lot of Zhangzhung festivals, and I only know a few of them, so it was quite difficult to read.

I sat on the ground and slowly read all the rituals on my skin, and at once I recognized the "Great World" from it.

The world is the world, and it is the world.

The concept of the world first appeared from the secret order on Wu Qian's body, and then Xiao Mao deliberately handed it over to me in the two cylinders, which deepened this concept. But my mind has been looking for the ancient city of Chepan before, and I didn't pay much attention to this matter, and now when I see the world from the Zhangxiong festival, I feel that this matter can no longer be ignored.

Immediately afterward, I carefully read the prayer on the skin. Although the texts are well preserved, I don't know at least 70% of them.

However, based on the few parts I could decipher, plus the speculation of the side clues, I probably had a number in mind.

The time when this memorial was written coincided with the time when the vast underground works began. At that time, the national strength of the Zhangzhung Dynasty had declined, and it was necessary to be wary of Tibet at all times. A considerable part of Zhang-zhung's ruling class already knew that sooner or later Zhang-zhung would be defeated by Tibet, and that after the defeat, Zhang-zhung would have no way out, either far from the plateau or annexed.

However, Zhang-zhung no longer had a place to move, and judging from their position, no matter which direction they migrated, they would either not be able to get out, or they would enter the territory of another country that had already been occupied. In the process of fighting for hegemony with Tibet, there were many wars, and Zhangxiong's power continued to decline, and they were no longer able to engage in a large-scale battle with any tribe.

Under such a premise, the entire Zhangxiong is actually facing an existential test.

Therefore, they must find the legendary world. It is said that if you find the world, you will be able to dominate all directions, and the living space and hegemony can be regained immediately.

Therefore, the Zhangxiong people have accelerated the pace of searching for the world, among them, the Zhangxiong people who moved into the ancient city of Chepan are actually responsible for this heavy responsibility.

I touched my chin and thought about it for a while, if the Zhangxiong people in the ancient city of Chepan were looking for that world, the huge project they were painstakingly promoting would inevitably be related to the world.

I picked it up again and looked at it several more times. When the Zhang-zhung festival is written, the name of the person who wrote it must be left, because when writing the festival, it is equivalent to praying to the god on behalf of all the Zhang-zhung people.

I found the name left by the writer, but I couldn't make out the whole name, if I made do with the literal translation, the person who left the memorial should be called "Bandani".

There is still room for research on these skins, and I want to take them away, but I can't guarantee that the return journey will be smooth sailing, and if there is an accident, it will be worth the loss if I lose the skins. So I took out my phone and took a complete picture of the memorial on the skin.

After keeping the ritual texts, I looked around again, and in a corner at the back, I saw several boxes. The boxes were neatly arranged and placed side by side on the floor. If my guess is correct, then the person who died in the pottery tube space is actually the one who left the memorial message, and his name is Bandani.

All the people in this project were evacuated, and only Bandani remained. He had no intention of getting out alive, but he maintained restraint and habit before he died. It was full of dust, but, judging from the state of the items, Bandani had cleaned it up neatly and cleanly before retreating into the clay tube space.

There are four chests in total, which are wooden chests with hollowed-out copper skin inlaid at the four corners. The boxes were unlocked, and when I opened one of them, I saw that they were all books. But it's a pity that too much time has passed, even if there is not much outside intrusion, but this time has exceeded the time that books can be preserved normally, and most of the books have been broken into dregs, I feel very pity, carefully selected a few books that are still complete, and then took off their coats and carefully put the books inside.

I opened the other boxes, which contained clothes and some miscellaneous items. This makes me think that these four chests should be all the relics of Bandani.

It can be seen that his life is very hard, there are only two sets of clothes, and they are relatively shabby, and the daily necessities are not luxurious. The most valuable thing may be a porcelain bowl and a plate that are usually used for eating. At that time, porcelain had to be imported from the Central Plains Dynasty, and it was a luxury item that could only be used by nobles.

Bandani should be a true warrior, no matter what his purpose is, he has taken everything in the world lightly, and what he has to do is more important than anything else. A person like him will never pursue fame and the enjoyment of life, and there is no difference between eating delicacies from the mountains and seas or coarse tea and light rice.

In the last box, there was a crumbled book, a small box, and a short walking stick. The torn books could not be repaired and recognized, except for the small box and walking stick.

The cane is only forty or fifty centimeters long, and it is beautifully made, with a dozen polished agate inlays on it. This kind of agate is not a valuable commodity, but when paired with a walking stick, it will make people feel that this is not something that ordinary people can have.

The cane is so short that it must not be used, it should be a status and status symbol. As I suspected, Bandani must have been a person of high status in Zhangzhung at that time.

I'm an antique dealer, so I know that if I take a cane like this, I can sell it for a good price. But I didn't want to take it, I always felt that Bandani's relics could not be kept for myself.

I put my cane back down and picked up the little box, and my eyes lit up when it was opened.

Inside the box, there is a dzi, a half-moon dzi. Dzi is not exactly the same, except in the case of the kind of mass-produced fakes. However, when I looked at this half-moon dzi, I felt that it was almost indistinguishable from the one I was wearing.

This dzi is obviously Bandani's thing. The toning on the dzi has been so long ago that it has become an imperceptible layer of dirt that seems to have penetrated into the dzi. The ancient Xiangxiong people and the later Tubo people all had the habit of wearing and collecting dzi, especially the Zhangxiong dzi, which is the oldest and most primitive dzi. Bandani's dzi is priceless.

At this moment, I hesitated a little, I didn't plan to take Bandani's relics with me, but this dzi attracted me. Since the last time I was robbed by, I knew that the half-moon dzi on my body should have some origin, but I don't know how to dig its origin yet.

And now, the half-moon dzi in front of me also makes me feel that it is not ordinary.

I hesitated, not knowing whether to take the dzi or not. After thinking about it for a while, my hands trembled, and I gently pinched the dzi in the box.

Click......

The moment my fingers touched the dzi, I felt a soft clicking sound in my chest. The sound came from inside my clothes, and although I couldn't see it, I trusted my judgment, and the cement on the surface of the dzi I was wearing around my neck suddenly shattered at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, the dzi on the neck is like a heart, constantly beating.