There was a big lock on the tower door, which had long since rusted into an iron lump, and it seemed that no one had opened it for a long time, so I asked him to find a way to open it, but don't make any noise.

The doornail made an OK gesture, unhurriedly took out a clockwork-like object from the treasure chest, and began to rub it quickly on the lock.

"Do you want to break the lock before dawn?" I looked at my watch: "There are still four hours until sunrise." ”

The door nail gritted his teeth, and seemed to be a little impatient: "It's okay to rest next to you, I can definitely break the lock when I take a plane." ”

"That doesn't seem like four hours is enough." I did a warm-up move.

The doornail looked at me in surprise while rubbing: "Four hours is not enough? Do you have any palace secrets for the Guan family? Lend it to me, too. ”

"The rules of the ancestors cannot be passed on." I smiled, "Unless you are my godson, I might consider it." ”

"Gotcha." The doornail immediately nodded: "The righteous father is above, please accept Lu Bulu Feng to worship first." ”

"Worship your mother's head and curse me to death?" I secretly scolded this kid for not seeing it, he was quite dark-bellied, seeing that he was sweating all over his head, and I was not bored with him, so I asked, "Do you want me to make it for you for a while?" ”

"Don't." The doornail gasped and said, "This job is similar to jerking off, it won't work as soon as it stops." ”

I patted him on the shoulder: "Master! ”

Seeing that half an hour had passed, the clockwork rubbed against the lock and gradually turned red, and the door nail said: "It's almost." After speaking, he began to take off his pants, and when he soaked the urine, he stirred up a trace of white smoke, so he didn't care about lifting his pants, so he quickly took out the pliers and clamped the lock, twisted it hard, clicked, and the lock broke in response.

I was amazed: "Cow break! ”

"Haha, awesome, right?" The door nail said proudly: "Slow work and meticulous work, frozen and frozen, this method is the most effective." He lifted his pants as he spoke.

I thought for a moment and said, "If someone suddenly comes over at this time, how are you going to run?" ”

The doornail fastened his belt: "You just want me to do it." As he spoke, he wrapped his hand in a cloth and tentatively pushed the iron door.

"You don't have to be so careful." I smiled: "It's too troublesome to wrap your hands, and no one cares about leaving fingerprints, and this is not Citibank." ”

The door nail said while exerting force: "Xiao Guan Ye, you are a layman again, on such a cold day, if I press my hand directly on the iron door, I can't take it off, and my hand will have to lose the layer of skin if it is not wasted." As soon as the words fell, the iron door let out a slight low, ancient voice and slowly opened.

I scolded secretly, why do I owe so much recently?

The iron door opened a crack, and the two cats listened quietly for a long time, and there was no movement inside, and there was no alarm to the lama, and then carefully got in, and the door nail slowly covered the iron door back.

I turned on the flashlight and found that there was another door in front of me, but this door was not an iron gate, but a stone gate, it seems that this is the real gateway of the pagoda, and the iron gate just now was also to hide people's ears.

There are a lot of colorful patches on the stone gate, it looks like it has a skin disease, it should be a painting, because it is too old, it has fallen off, and now there is only color left, and it is impossible to see what is painted at all.

There are many characters carved on both sides of the door, not in Tibetan, but with many symbols.

"Tsk, it's broken, it may be Sanskrit, we can't understand it!" The doornail leaned over, a little disappointed.

I shook my head: "That's not Sanskrit, it's Zhangxiong." "I'm familiar with this kind of text, but unfortunately I don't know how to translate it.

"I've heard oracle bones, hieroglyphs." The door nail wondered: "What kind of text is Xiong Wen?" ”

"It is a script invented by a civilization before the origin of Tibetan culture." I took a picture of the text with my phone: "An ancient civilization called by archaeologists in Zhangxiong has been handed down, dating back to the Yanhuang period. ”

"So early?" The doornail knocked on the stone door: "Didn't everyone live in a cave at that time?" How could such an elaborate stupa be built? ”

"It's hard to say." I scraped off a piece of paint, wrapped it in paper, and put it in my backpack: "It is said that the ancient Zhangxiong civilization was very developed, and it was at that time that Bon religion arose. "Before I secretly said that I had never been to those places, I always thought that the ancient era was the era of Ru Mao drinking blood, but unfortunately it was not.

"Bon?" The doornail makes the expression of a good student.

"It is the enlightenment of Buddhism, and it is said that the master of the Buddha is a great virtue of Bon."

"Damn, then the cow will break." The doornail also scraped off a piece of paint from the remnants of the stone door and wrapped it carefully.

"What are you doing?" I looked at him puzzled, but the doornail asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"I'll pack a piece and go back to someone to identify the age!" I said.

"Damn!" The doornail threw the paper bag to the ground in disappointment: "I looked at your bag, and I thought this thing was very valuable." ”

I was completely speechless: "That's how my second uncle taught you before?" It's hard for you to understand. ”

The door nail pulled down his face, pushed down the stone door hard, didn't move, squatted down, took out a drill and inserted it into the crack of the door to find the mechanism: "Guan Ye never let us know the value of the goods before, saying that money is not a good thing, especially for those who do our business, it is precarious to get into that thing, but there are still many people who can't resist the temptation, and they are almost dead." Guan Ye is interesting enough, he gave us more than we did ourselves, so follow him, we have the bottom in our hearts, the goods come out, he said to accept it, we never have much to do. ”

I sighed, the second uncle's style of acting has always left me in the dust.

"There's a door!" The door nail shook his hand, only to hear a click behind the stone door, and the stone door then moved, dodging a gap.

"But the stupas were only introduced to Tibet from India in the fourth century AD." The door nail slowly pushed the stone door open: "How can there be BC writing on this tower door?" I can't say it! ”

I shook my head: "There are too many possibilities, and I can't be sure for a while." ”

Saying that, we walked in, and suddenly smelled an inexplicable aroma wafting in, I was shocked, this kind of aroma, I seem to have smelled somewhere, it is very dangerous! Thinking about it, I quickly asked the doornail to cover my nose like I did.

The door nail said: "Xiao Guan Ye, are you allergic to saffron?" Regardless of me, he swaggered in and shone a flashlight inside, and suddenly shouted: "Damn, Hutu Ketu!" ”

I was taken aback by him: "Confused what? As I spoke, I followed the light of his flashlight, and suddenly I couldn't help but feel luxury.

The tower is a stone room of more than ten square meters, the center of the stone room, it seems to be enshrined in a statue of a god, in fact, it is not, it is a dry corpse, covered with a god robe and a variety of Hada, sitting cross-legged on the lotus seat, staring at us with round eyes. The lotus seat is suspended in the air, and there are four figurines carrying it underneath, and those four figurines are not human figures, but Yaksha with angry eyebrows.

"Yaksha carries the corpse!" I took a breath of cold air: "This lama temple is actually a place to raise corpses!" ”