After a week, Zhang Guozhong did not slow down, looking at the pile of tattered furnishings in the house where Ma Zhensheng lived before his death, there was always an indescribable guilt in his heart.

However, guilt is guilt, and Zhao Le's fiery situation still has to be dug up to prevent future troubles. After consulting with Captain Li, the two came to the cemetery with more than 30 strong laborers.

Zhang Guozhong took the lead, and the surrounding villagers were also a little weak at first, but seeing that Zhang Guozhong had nothing to do after digging for a long time, he also began to do it.

This tomb looks like an ordinary grave, but digging to a foot below, the soil has become red, it seems to be mixed with the "red nitrate" soil, it seems that this Zhu Di is really enough for this Zhao Leke, according to the "Maoshan Shuzhi" record, red nitrate is a very expensive material, the price of one or two red nitrate in the Ming Dynasty is about one hundred and twenty taels of silver, according to the specifications of this tomb now, no matter what, there is no million taels of silver can not be sent down.

This tomb is very different from the previous Qingshui Bureau and the Heiyun Bureau, it is generally repaired according to the specifications of the Ming Dynasty's first-class officials, and halfway through the digging, Captain Li even suspects that there are not enough people, and he sent his son back to the village to find more than 20 mouths, and most of the village's labor force dug up for a whole day before the main tomb was dug up, and it was a big pit of 30 square meters, but the ear room and the side room were small and pitiful, at best, it was a decoration.

As originally imagined, there was a sitting coffin next to the coffin of the tomb owner, but there was a big crack in the coffin, like a new crack, which seemed to be left by Ma Zhenren when he broke the three evil games.

Several villagers dragged the main coffin out of the burial chamber, which was nothing special from an ordinary coffin, but the front of the coffin was inlaid with a stone slab with the pattern of a dragon and a tiger, and the dragon entangled the tiger and finally pressed the tiger underneath. Judging from the content of the slate pattern, this Zhao Le seems to really have an attempt to rebel, and the final result can be imagined, this pattern of the dragon pressing the tiger should be the manifestation of Zhu Di's final search for psychological pleasure, and at the last moment when Zhao Le was killed, he did not forget to remind him: The tiger will never be able to fight the dragon......

The four villagers competed with each other, and the coffin lid opened with a squeak, and a well-preserved dried corpse was placed in the coffin.

This dried corpse, and the traditional sense of the dry corpse is not the same, in the Ming Tombs scenic area, there has been a natural air-dried dried corpse, the body is yellow-brown, and the whole body of this dry corpse is black and gray, it seems that it is not formed due to geological reasons, but as if it has been burned, although the red nitrate on the four walls of the coffin also has the function of desiccant, but it is impossible to make a corpse this color.

There were no funeral goods in the coffin, there were no marks on the neck of the dried corpse, and there were no signs of injury on the body, it seems that he was given poisoned wine or white silk and died, the corpse was not clothed, but there was an official hat on his head, which seemed to be deliberately arranged by Zhu Di to seek psychological pleasure,

After taking a closer look, a light-colored bulge on the abdomen of the dried corpse attracted Zhang Guozhong's attention. The abdomen shouldn't be a place with bones, what is this? Using a dragon scale dagger to carefully cut open the abdomen of the dried corpse, Zhang Guozhong found a small porcelain bottle, about the thickness of an index finger, and the length was about the same as a matchbox, probably swallowed by Zhao Le before he died, and it had been fused with the flesh skin of the abdomen.

Holding the small porcelain vase, Zhang Guozhong looked at it for a long time, "Could it be that Zhu Di killed Zhao Le for this?" Zhang Guozhong said to himself...

"Guozhong, what valuable things are you looking for?" Li Fugui shouted at the top of his voice.

"It's nothing..."Zhang Guozhong secretly put the porcelain bottle in his pocket and continued to observe the corpse. The surrounding villagers were busy collecting firewood, coaxing and coaxing no one to pay attention to what Zhang Guozhong was doing.

After a burst of fire, the dried corpses were burned. In the evening, Zhang Guozhong cut off the wax seal at home and opened the small porcelain bottle.

"Obediently...", a map was presented in front of Zhang Guozhong. The thin filaments used to make the map are as thin as the glutinous rice paper used to wrap toffee in modern times, almost transparent but full of toughness, wrapped in rolls and stuffed into porcelain bottles. At that time, the Mawangdui Han Tomb had just been unearthed, and the cultural relics such as plain yarn Zen clothes were still in a state of secrecy (the Mawangdui Han Tomb unearthed a total of two pieces of "plain yarn Zen clothes", both with a length of 1.3 meters, and the weight was 48 grams and 49 grams, as thin as cicada wings, in the nineties of the twentieth century, there were experts who used the most advanced contemporary textile technology to imitate, but the weight of the fake made with the top contemporary technology was 55 grams, which was always worse than the original goods. Legend has it that during the excavation, a rare treasure weighing only 20 grams was unearthed, but it was stolen, and later the thief was arrested, and his mother was afraid that this thing would become evidence of the child's crime, so she burned this rare national treasure. The thief was later sentenced to death, and his mother was sentenced for harboring, but in any case, it was impossible for this rare treasure to be rediscovered. This is only a legend), but judging from the materials used to draw this map, it seems that this silk weaving technique, which far surpassed the highest modern textile level, was not lost until the Ming Dynasty.

This map is about 80 centimeters square, the pattern on it is painted with a black dye that is definitely not ink, a faint layer, the front and back do not affect each other, the front of the map is a continuous mountain range and several forks, at the end of a fork in the road is drawn a seated Buddha, the back is a zigzag and winding passage, there are many ten forks on both sides of the passage, the following paragraph is written with some strange words long two large paragraphs, it seems to be a seal carving, but it is not recognizable at all.

Zhang Guozhong also has some research on calligraphy, the most difficult ancient Chinese characters are oracle bone inscriptions and ancient seal scripts, but the words on this map have nothing to do with either, nor do they look like any foreign nationalities or foreign characters, to be precise, they don't look like words at all.

"Is it a password?" Zhang Guozhong said to himself, it stands to reason that at that time, only Korea, Mongolia, Tibet, and Xinjiang had a subordinate relationship with the Ming Dynasty, but these messy symbols were by no means the languages of these countries or nations, "Could it be that they are Western or African languages...?" Zhang Guozhong was always confused.

The first person he thought of at this moment was Lao Liu Tou, this uncompetitive senior brother is from the Calligraphy Association, and he has studied Maoshan art, and it is said that he can also speak foreign languages, why don't you ask him? …

According to the graphics, after drawing the symbols on the map, Zhang Guozhong asked his younger brother to take him to find Lao Liu.

At this time, Lao Liu Tou was in prison more beautiful than last time, to be honest, even if he was not angry, this old Liu Tou had practiced under Ma Zhenren for 10 years after all, not ordinary people could provoke, at first there were a few ruffians who wanted to trouble Lao Liu Tou, but a few times let Lao Liu Tou lie down, Zhang Guozhong Before they came last time, Lao Liu Tou's biggest opponent was the prison guard, and he proposed to get a meal every three or five times, which is not something he can stand with this old bone. But since the last time, Zhang Guoyi directly greeted the warden, and even within two days, he sent someone to send the old file of the warden's uncle who had been a Kuomintang quartermaster.

After learning the news that the master had been feathered, this old Liu Tou unexpectedly turned red eyes, and when he cried, Zhang Guozhong couldn't stand it, "Senior brother, the master has passed on Maoshan and Quanzhen's master's teachings to me, or else, you should be a...?" Zhang Guozhong said while wiping his nose and tears...

"Forget it, I'm still a fart at my age,... I'm not angry with that thing, you hurry up and let our brother think of getting me out..."After a while, Lao Liu Tou finally started to get to the point...

20 years in prison, is it said that you will get it out? Zhang Guozhong didn't pay attention to Lao Liutou's unwritten request, but handed the paper traced according to the map to Lao Liutou.

"Senior brother, do you recognize this? Which country? ”

"Guozhong, where did you get this thing?" This old Liu Tou is also a person who has seen the world, but he didn't expect that after taking the note, he was in a cold sweat, and the expression on his face was distorted.

"I... I came down from a stone stele..."For this senior brother who does not know the roots, Zhang Guozhong did not tell the truth.

"This is the text..."Old Liu Tou stared at the note and took a puff of cigarette, "No matter where you got it from, don't go to the place where this thing is engraved..." The master is gone, it's better to have more than one thing for our brothers! ”

At this time, Zhang Guozhong learned from Lao Liu's mouth that the text was a text for the dead. According to legend, it was created by Pei Zuwang, the ancestor of the Zhongge Sect. According to the Maoshan technique, the evil ghost and the living can not communicate with the living in words, the evil ghost can only be attached to the body of the person to speak to the living with the help of the body, that is, the aforementioned collision, but not every soul has the ability to make a "collision" on the living person, so Pei Zuwang Zhenren invented this kind of text, specially used to communicate with the dead, legend has it that even can communicate with the animals of the immortals, the original text is only pronunciation without words, to the later generations, There are some capable people who have even invented writing for this kind of inscription (that is, the text on the map in the porcelain vase in Zhao Le's abdomen). Because this kind of writing is really difficult to learn, so no matter which dynasty, the people who can master this language for ghosts have always been in the single digits, and in modern times, whether there are still people who can read and write this kind of writing is unknown, but according to the analysis of the current situation, at least until the Ming Dynasty, there are still people who have mastered the reading and writing methods of this language, and it is likely that this Zhao Le is one of them.