With this faint blue light, a few of us looked up at this magnificent tomb as we walked forward, and secretly sighed that the wisdom of the ancients was indeed infinite.

The burial chamber was built according to the round heaven of the ancients, and the polished and smooth bluestone bricks covered the top of the head like a dome, and the blue bricks on the ground were also spread out to the dark front.

What is rare is that each piece of blue brick is engraved with exquisite patterns, and they are different, and the carving is exquisite and lifelike.

Strange to say, it stands to reason that the tomb owner should have tried his best to seal the tomb, but he deliberately left a passage, and that is where we fell from before.

I couldn't help but wonder, isn't this tomb owner afraid that someone will disturb his peace after death?

In the eyes of the inverted people, even a bluestone brick in this tomb is a valuable treasure, and it must be dug up and resold.

However, after looking around, I had a faint answer in my heart, the ingenious arrangement of this tomb, the strange buoyancy, and the ghostly fire and blue light that showed the way were not things that common sense science could explain.

As a result, there is probably no other exit except for the place where we just fell. Besides, this place is dozens of meters above the ground, and no one can get out of here unless they know how to penetrate the mountains.

The only entrance set by the owner of the tomb was clearly a clear trap.

I had this suspicion in my heart, so I quickened my pace and walked forward, wondering what else was in this mysterious tomb.

The bluestone slab under the foot is illuminated by the blue light, and it turns out that the relief on the blue brick actually forms a huge portrait, no wonder the pattern on each blue brick is different.

The light is dim, and I can't see the whole picture of the portrait clearly, so I can only vaguely distinguish the lotus base in the painting, and I think that the protagonist of this portrait must be a Buddha in Mahayana Buddhism.

From this point of view, the king of Ming in the mouth of the village chief should refer to the person who painted it. In Buddhist Tantra, there are eight great kings, but I don't know where this one is sacred.

Of course, Hammer didn't bother to admire these brick paintings, he carefully avoided the cyan fluorescence around him, and asked suspiciously:

"Lao Qin, you said that there should be no dead people in this tomb, or where did this ghost fire come from?"

Ghost fire is the product of rotting corpses, and the hammer is true, but this is an ancient tomb, and it was not built to bury the dead.

I said to the hammer angrily: "I said that you are talking nonsense all this day, there are no dead people in the grave, is there still a living person?" ”

Linglong couldn't help laughing, her dark apricot eyes narrowed slightly, and the lines of her beautiful side face were soft.

Hammer scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I don't think the atmosphere is too dull, so I'm kidding you." In fact, I'm not afraid of the dead, I'm afraid of meeting those who don't live and die, that's ......"

Before he could speak, he was immediately interrupted by me: "Go aside, hammer shut your crow's mouth, I don't know what a good and bad spirit is!" ”

Linglong thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "What the hammer said is not unreasonable, from ancient times to the present, there is a custom of burial of the living. The people who were buried had grievances in their hearts, and if they didn't go away, they became the things that were not dead or alive, that is, the 'zongzi' in the mouth of the inverted bucket. ”

"It's okay, we're not tomb robbers, we're not greedy for antique artifacts here, as long as we find a way to detoxify the hammer, we'll leave quickly." When I say this, I don't know the bottom of my heart.

As I spoke, I didn't notice for a moment that the portrait on the bluestone slab under my feet had gradually become complete, and sure enough, it was a Buddha in Buddhism.

However, the most numbing part of the scalp is that there is no face on this portrait of the Buddha.

The relief is so beautiful and lifelike that even if it is just a carving, you can feel the majesty of this Buddha's treasure. Whether it is the finger of the flower or the lotus throne in full bloom, they are all carved like heavenly workmanship.

But when it came to the face of the Buddha, it became an abrupt blank, which made people feel very awkward.

I couldn't remember if there was such a "shameless" Buddha among the gods and Buddhas, so I turned my head and asked Linglong.

Who knows, even she who reads a lot of books shook her head helplessly, saying that she has never heard of such a Buddha in Buddhism.

The space of this tomb is so large that it has not reached the edge for a long time, as if there is no boundary.

I don't know how much manpower it took to carve out such a large place in this underground abyss and build such a magnificent tomb.

Gradually, a lot of clay figurines appeared on the bluestone slabs, and all of them had painful expressions on their faces, some covering their stomachs, some lying on the ground, and so on.

The hammer stood in front of these clay figurines and looked at them carefully, and said in amazement: "I'll go, the ancients are still wise, these clay figurines are better than the Xi'an Terracotta Warriors, it's just amazing!" ”

After saying that, Hammer noticed that Linglong and I were looking at him with a smirk, and that his eyes fell on his hand on the shoulder of a clay figurine.

"Lao Qin, sister-in-law, I said how do you two look at me with that weird look, it's quite penetrating." Hammer said with a smile.

Linglong hesitated for a moment and said, "Hammers, these are not ordinary clay figurines, they are made from dead martyrs. ”

Since the Han Dynasty, there has been a saying that living people are used as figurines for burial, and after the slaves are killed, they are covered with soil and made into human figurines to stand in the tomb to help the tomb owner guard the tomb.

The owner of this tomb is definitely not an ordinary person, the magnificent tomb, and the burial of the living, this regulation is already comparable to the emperor's mausoleum, and it is no longer comparable to ordinary tombs.

When the hammer heard this, he immediately took his hand away from the clay figurine's body as if he had been electrocuted: "Oh, I'll go, this ancient man is too perverted, you can think of this method." ”

This guy just said that the ancients were wise, but now he immediately changed his words.

The further you go, the more clay figurines there are, and finally they stand in a pile of densely packed piles, blocking the way ahead.

"Lao Qin, look at the expressions on the faces of these clay figurines, it seems that something is wrong!" The tomb was gloomy, and the hammer rubbed the goosebumps on his hands and said in a trembling voice.

At some point, the clay figurine's facial expression, which had been maintained at the moment of death, gradually replaced the painful look on his face with a mysterious smile.

The corners of their mouths were slightly raised, as if they were quietly spying on the three of us, but when I looked closer, the clay figurines returned to normal, as if it was just a delusion on my part.

The cyan glow shone, and the vast burial chamber was silent, silent, as if there were only three of us left in the whole world.

Looking at these clay figurines in the middle of the road, I frowned, reached into my pocket with my left hand and grabbed the few remaining talismans, and clenched the peachwood dagger in my right hand, and said in a deep voice:

"They're stuck here, so let's get around it and go somewhere else first."

Linglong and Hammer nodded when they heard this, and the three of us prepared to leave.

As soon as they turned around, these clay figurines seemed to come to life, and they also turned their heads and looked at us with empty eyes, grinning at the corners of their mouths and ears, and their expressions were very mysterious.

The hammer was so frightened that his eyes were about to pop out, and he screamed in fright: "Mom, look, how did the clay figurines start to move!" ”

In the blink of an eye, all the clay figurines began to move, as if they had been awakened from thousands of years of slumber, and walked over with heavy steps, forming a situation around the three of us.

Linglong said calmly: "Don't panic, these martyrs are not resentful, they are just sealed in this clay figurine, and the resentment cannot be dissipated, as long as the clay figurines are broken!" ”

Just break the clay figurines, is it good? It doesn't sound too difficult.

When the hammer heard this, he barely calmed down, and said tremblingly: "How can you fight, we don't even have a weapon to take advantage of." ”

I said to him: "It's okay, let's break through directly, I'll go ahead, Linglong you are in the middle, and the hammer will be broken." After all, the clay figurines are just made of clay, and they will fall apart when you kick them with your feet. ”

After saying that, I stepped forward in three or two steps, stretched out my leg and struck the clay figurine on the neck, only to see that the clay figurine immediately shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground.

I nodded with satisfaction, and the secret path was indeed so, and then I turned back to Hammer and Linglong and said, "Keep up!" ”

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