(The altar was a place where the ancients sacrificed to the gods and prayed for protection, and they incorporated their perception of the gods into it, sublimating the orientation, yin and yang, layout, etc., and achieving the purpose of dialogue between man and god through rituals, music and dance, sacrifices and other measures.) ）

Qin Wufu walked around the altar and found that there were fine veins carved on the ground of the altar, and the veins spread out from various places and converged together, like an ancient totem, when his feet stepped on the totem, he would involuntarily produce a visceral tremor.

Jingle Bell –

A cool breeze gradually rose in the dark underground cavern, and the cool breeze blew from the altar, and Qin Wufu heard a crisp and pleasant bell ringing in his ears, so he looked around for the source of the sound.

Wang Hao was still lying on the alcove and playing with the dark blue light, with an endless posture.

Qin Wufu didn't care about him anymore, and listened to the sound of the wind and the crisp bell alone and walked down the stone steps of the altar, the bright light flickered in the corner below the altar, and Ah Ning looked at these murals with fascination.

Bell ......

The sound sounded overhead, and Qin Wufu noticed that at the edge of the altar, there was a circle of wind chimes hanging on the outer stone wall of the ever-bright lamp, the wind chimes were in the shape of a hexagonal edge, each one was only the size of a fist, and the cold wind in the ground would make a pleasant sound when it drilled into the hole of the hexagonal wind chimes, and along with these wind chimes, you could also feel the sound of water rushing from the underground dark river.

Qin Wufu pinched up a wind chime, and looked at it by the slightly drunken candlelight of the ever-bright lamp, the hexagonal prismatic appearance, the feel was uneven, densely packed as if a layer of charms had been engraved, the copper shell of the wind chime, mixed with the sound of the underground dark river, the sound of the wind, the sound of water, the sound of the bell, the sound was pleasant, as if it came from heaven.

"Qin is useless, what are you doing there, come here, I have made a big discovery in the mural!" A-Ning raised his head, and his apricot yellow face showed white teeth.

Qin Wufu didn't bother with these wind chimes anymore, and walked straight towards A-Ning, the murals along the way were almost cleaned up by her, and the backlog of dust was shaken to the ground, piled up with a thick layer of patent leather.

"What did you find?" Qin Wufu looked at her deeply and walked over and asked.

A-Ning patted the dust on the top of his hair, and said: "According to my observation, this underground palace is a Han tomb, and it is also related to our Buluotuo clan in Liangshan. ”

Qin Wufu was not too surprised when he heard the Han tomb, because he had already been in his heart for a long time, but when he heard A Ning say about the Buluotuo clan, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked eagerly: "Didn't the Buluotuo clan disappear as early as the pre-Qin period?" How could it be ......"

Ah Ning expected that Qin Wufu would have this kind of reaction, and even when she saw the description of the Buluotuo tribe on the mural just now, she couldn't help but stay for a long time, the Buluotuo tribe only existed for a few hundred years in history, and it was insignificant in the history of China for 5,000 years and even the history of human development, the reason why it could leave such a deterrent force was because of a mysterious power left by the Buluotuo tribe.

Legend has it that the Buluotuo people were the first human beings created by Nuwa, who were responsible for creating heaven and earth, creating all things, arranging order, and formulating ethics.

Later generations learned from the surviving posthumous texts of the Braltar that the Braltar people had the ability to predict the future, and that their shaman priests were human prophets who could perceive any unpredictable future.

It is precisely because the Bulota tribe has such an ability to divulge too many secrets of heaven and earth, so it caused the heavens to send down the wrath of thunder, and then the Bulota tribe suffered a catastrophe of extermination, in order to avoid the disaster, the tribe migrated, and there was no trace again, and the power of the prophet completely disappeared together.

"According to the mural, the Braltar tribe was not completely wiped out in that catastrophe, but it was also a withering tribe, and they could only passively foresee some short-term future, but the power of the great prophet could no longer be used. Hiding in a dense mountain forest in Liangshan to recuperate, and after hundreds of years of reproduction, the Bulota wanted to act against the sky and continue to use their abilities, so their shaman, the prophet at that time, walked out of the forest.

When the Prophet walked out of the mountains and forests, the Central Plains was already in the Han Dynasty, and he wanted to meet the master of the empire, and the Prophet thought that only the strongest people in the country could help him, so he came to Chang'an. Unexpectedly, Weiyang Palace was heavily guarded and turned him away, and the frustrated prophet traveled all over the Central Plains, and finally when he met a person, his prophetic ability told him that this person would become the master of the empire in the future, and he was the one who could help him realize his dream.

This person's name is Wang Mang.

The Prophet secretly assisted Wang Mang and made an agreement with Wang Mang that one day when Wang Mang ascended to the throne, he would help the Prophet find something, so as to help the Bulota tribe with all his might.

With the help of the prophet, Wang Mang became a humble and thrifty corporal in the Western Han court. At the end of the Western Han Dynasty, Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty liked male style, favored Dong Xian, and died at the age of 26.

Wang Mang changed the name of the country to 'Xin', proclaimed himself emperor in Chang'an, and the year name was 'the founding of the country', opening the 'heroic wind of a generation'.

However, Wang Mang did not fulfill his promise to the prophet as promised, and the prophet became angry and used feng shui in the design of Wang Mang's underground palace project, resulting in the reversal of the dragon fortune of the 'new' dynasty and the chaos in the world.

In the fourth year of the new Mang Emperor, the first army invaded Chang'an, Wang Mang died in the chaos, and the new dynasty perished. ”

A-Ning pulled Qin's useless clothes and looked as she walked, from the first mural on one side of the stone steps of the altar to the last mural on the other side, she finished saying everything she knew.

Qin Wufu touched his chin and pondered for a while, and asked, "Then does this talk about the prophet's whereabouts later?" ”

A-Ning shook his head: "There are only these contents on the mural, and I don't know the rest." ”

Qin Wufu didn't show much disappointment, just patted A Ning on the shoulder and said, "Good job, I didn't expect you to understand so much." ”

A-Ning smiled and didn't speak.

At this time, Wang Hao shouted excitedly on the altar: "Hey, Lao Qin, look, I know how this ever-bright lamp went out, it has something to do with the liquid below!" ”

Qin Wufu and A Ning hurriedly ran to the altar, and saw Wang Hao holding a square wedge stone box in his hand and beckoning to them: "The liquid in this wedge can be taken out from under the alcove, as soon as it comes out, the candle flame will extinguish itself, and as soon as you put it in, the candle flame will light up again, you say that the god is not magical." ”

After speaking, Wang Hao bent down to stuff the wedge stone box back into the alcove, and suddenly saw that on the pedestal of the alcove, there was a mural exposed in the vacant position of the wedge stone box, and the content on it was faintly strange.

He raised the wolf's eye flashlight and shone it over, but under careful observation, his body trembled involuntarily - the lines on the mural were rough, as if the scene was sketched very casually, and a huge circular altar was strangely painted on it, and in the center of the altar, there were three people who opened the entrance to hell.

On the altar, the faint ever-bright lamp emitted a dim candlelight, the ethereal and crisp wind chimes lingered, the water of the underground dark river roared and rushed, and the wind gusted in the empty cave......

"Old Qin! Anin! ”