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 direction, yin and yang, layout, etc., and achieving the purpose of dialogue between man and god through rituals, music and dance, sacrifices and other measures.

Xu Zhaohua walked around the altar, and found that there were fine lines carved on the ground of the altar, and the lines spread out from various places and converged together, like an ancient totem, when the feet stepped on the totem, it would involuntarily produce a sense of tremor from the heart.

Jingle Bell –

A cool breeze gradually rose in the dark underground cavern, and the cool breeze blew from the altar, and Xu Zhaohua heard a crisp and pleasant bell ringing in her ears, so she looked around for the source of the sound.

The fat man leaned on the alcove again to play tricks on the dark blue light, with an inextinguishable posture.

Xu Zhaohua didn't care about him anymore, and walked down the stone steps of the altar alone listening to the sound of the wind and the crisp bell, the wolf's eye flashlight flashed in the corner below the altar, and Feng Baobao looked at these murals very fascinated.

Bell ......

The sound sounded overhead, Xu Zhaohua noticed that at the edge of the altar, there was a circle of wind chimes hanging on the outer stone wall of the lantern, 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 drilled into the hole of the hexagonal wind chimes, it would make a pleasant sound, and along with these wind chimes, you could also feel the sound of water rushing from the underground dark river.

Xu Zhaohua pinched up a wind chime, through the slight drunken candlelight of the ever-bright lamp, the hexagonal prismatic appearance felt uneven, densely packed as if carved with a layer of charms, the copper shell of the wind chime, and the sound of the underground dark river mixed together, the sound of the wind, the sound of water, the bell, the sound is pleasant, as if from the netherworld.

"It's called Hanako, what are you doing there, come here, I have a big discovery in the mural!" Feng Baobao raised his head, and his white teeth showed on his apricot yellow face.

Xu Zhaohua didn't bother with these wind chimes anymore, and walked straight towards Feng Baobao, the murals along the way were almost cleaned up by Feng Baobao, and the backlog of dust was shaken to the ground, piled up with a thick layer of patent leather.

"What did you find?" Xu Zhaohua walked over and asked.

Feng Baobao sold a pass with a mysterious face, and said with a sly smile: "I want to know, if you give me a soft service, I'll tell you." ”

"Hey, I'm not without long eyes, look at it yourself, but please don't say it." Xu Zhaohua flicked his sleeves and turned around and pretended to leave.

"Hey, you're really boring, I'll tell you forget it," Feng Baobao slapped the dust on the top of his hair quite speechlessly, and said: "This underground mausoleum is a Han tomb, and it is also related to the Buluotuo clan." ”

Xu Zhaohua was not too surprised when she heard the Han Tomb, because she had already been in her heart for a long time, but when she heard Feng Baobao say about the Buluotuo clan, she couldn't help but widen her eyes and asked eagerly, "Didn't the Buluotuo clan disappear as early as the pre-Qin period?" How could it be ......"

Feng Baobao expected Xu Zhaohua to have this reaction, 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 can leave such a deterrent force is because of a mysterious power left by the Buluotuo tribe.

Legend has it that the Bulota 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.

Feng Baobao said: "According to the description on the mural, the Buluotuo tribe was not completely wiped out in that catastrophe, but it was also the withering of the clan, they could only passively foresee some short-term futures, and the power of the great prophet could no longer be used. Hiding in a dense mountain forest in the Central Plains, where there were few people to recuperate, and after hundreds of years of reproduction, the Braltar wanted to act against the sky and continue to use their powers, 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 is the biggest rebel and thief in the Western Han Dynasty, 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 moved feng shui in the design of Wang Mang's mausoleum project, which led to 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. ”

Feng Baobao pulled Xu Zhaohua's clothes and talked as he walked, walking from the first mural on one side of the altar stone steps to the last mural on the other side, Feng Baobao finished speaking word for word.

Xu Zhaohua touched her chin and pondered for a while, and asked, "Then is there any talk about the prophet's whereabouts later?" ”

Feng Baobao shook his head, "That's all there is to the mural, and I don't know the rest." ”

At this time, the fat man on the altar shouted excitedly, "Hey, Xu Zhaohua, look, I know how this everlasting lamp can be extinguished, it has something to do with the liquid below!" ”

Feng Baobao and Xu Zhaohua hurriedly ran to the altar, and saw the fat man holding a square wedge stone box in his hand and beckoning to them excitedly, "The liquid in this wedge can be taken out from under the alcove, as soon as it comes out, the candle flame will be extinguished by itself, and as soon as you put it in, the candle flame will light up again, hey you say that God is not magical." ”

Feng Baobao pulled out a few black lines on his face, rushed over angrily and took the things in the fat man's hand and said: "What are you messing with, this is a cultural relic, let's go to the tomb to take a few bright utensils to make money, but not to destroy things, you can't stop for a while." ”

After speaking, Feng Baobao bent down to stuff the wedge stone box back into the alcove, and suddenly saw that on the base 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.

Feng Baobao asked for a wolf's eye flashlight to shine it, and after careful observation, his body trembled involuntarily - the lines on the mural were coarse, 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 surrounding in the middle to open the entrance to the royal tomb.

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

"Xu called flowers! Fatso! ”