It is estimated that there is no possibility of opening the coffin in Genghis Khan's tomb, after all, this is an inviolable and desecrated holy place in the hearts of all Mongolians, even if Nangong Yi has unimaginable rights in his hands, but it is absolutely impossible to open the coffin without authorization because he wants to solve the case.

In fact, the most important thing is that this coffin has existed for hundreds of years and has experienced wars and wind and rain, and the eight white rooms have been looted several times, and the treasures that were once stacked inside have long been missing.

The situation asked from Lu Batu was of no value to us, and when she turned around to leave the main hall, Gu Xiaoxiao fell behind, and she stared intently at a stone tablet held around Lu Batu's waist.

"What are you hanging on all this for?" Gu Xiaoxiao asked very seriously.

Our attention was drawn to the past, and we saw Rubatu enthusiastically pick up the waist tag around his waist, which was a stone polished plaque with rough and bold patterns engraved on it, and our eyes lit up when we took a closer look.

The stone tablet should be some years old, the edges and corners are polished smooth and shiny, perhaps because of the long time, there are fine cracks in many places on the stone tablet, and the top is fixed by silver edge inlay, but the pattern on it is still clearly visible.

"What is this?" Yun Duruo pointed to the stone plaque and asked curiously.

"Wolf, blue wolf." Rubatu's eyes turned proud.

Yes, it is an indelible totem in the hearts of the Mongols, a group of arrogant and fierce wolves galloping on the steppe, from the pattern they run in different directions, but to our surprise, the wolf totem on this stone tablet is not the first time we have seen, in the human skin tattoo left by Yoshida Hanzo, those wolf heads tattooed on the chest of the descendants of the eighteen red wolves are exactly the same as those on the stone tablet.

"Is there any origin of this stone tablet?" Nangong Yi asked nervously.

"Of course there is a history, this is a token, a token that has been passed down from generation to generation by our tomb keepers." Rubatu nodded proudly, carefully spread the stone tablet in the palm of his hand, and said as a treasure. "After the death of the Holy Lord, he was buried in Yijin Holo, and assigned Dalhuts to guard the mausoleum for generations, it is a great honor to be able to guard the spirit of the Holy Lord, and this stone tablet is the holy lord himself handed over to our ancestors, and requires the inheritance of the tomb from generation to generation, seeing this stone tablet can never pay taxes, do not accept forced labor, and can even go to the grasslands to collect cattle and sheep, the Mongolians see this stone tablet as if they see the Holy Lord in person."

"Why...... Why is it engraved with a wolf pack? Xiao Lianshan asked with a polite smile at Lu Batu. Does it mean anything? ”

"It should be said that we Mongolians are the descendants of the blue wolf, this stone tablet has been passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors, and it has been passed on to me for decades, I don't know if it has any meaning, it should be a voucher and token." Rubatu replied with a hearty smile.

"One, two, three......"

"Don't count, there are nineteen wolves on it, running around the grassland." Lu Batu looked at Gu Xiaoxiao and pointed to the stone tablet in his hand and counted it carefully, and said with a hearty smile.

"Nineteen ......" We immediately glanced at each other, from the situation we currently have to inherit and keep the secret of Genghis Khan's Mausoleum is eighteen red wolves, why are there nineteen wolves on the stone plaque in Lubatu?

I suddenly realized that the eighteen red wolves migrated to the Central Plains with the secret of Genghis Khan's mausoleum, and this secret past appeared on the token stone tablets passed down from generation to generation by the mausoleum keepers, and the extra nineteenth wolf should refer to the people who stayed in the grassland to guard the mausoleum for generations, and they also shouldered the responsibility of keeping the secret of Genghis Khan's real mausoleum.

It's just that they don't know what the secret is.

I looked back at the stone tablet in Rubatu's hand, which was divided into two sides, the front of which was a wolf rushing, and the back of which was engraved with thin Mongolian characters, but these words had somehow long been blurred and mutilated.

"What are these Mongolian scripts?" These texts are probably related to the clues left by Genghis Khan, and I can't wait to ask.

"I don't know." Rubatu shook his head in disappointment and said regretfully. "When I inherited this stone tablet, the words on it were no longer legible, I asked my father, and even he didn't know the content of the words engraved on it, and it must have been blurred a long time ago."

……

We immediately looked at each other, this stone tablet is a token left by Genghis Khan, he left a tattoo map on the chest of the eighteen red wolves, pointing the mark here, if we are not mistaken, the real secret of Genghis Khan's mausoleum is not in the so-called tomb of the clothed tomb.

Instead, it remained on the body of the nineteenth red wolf on the grassland.

As the guardians of the mausoleum for generations, they have been passing on the secrets of Genghis Khan's mausoleum, and the words on the stone tablet in Rubatu's hand may be the clue.

But now that these words have been lost, it means that all clues have been cut off.

We said goodbye to Rubatu, and when we left the main hall, we were in a gloomy mood, perhaps the mausoleum, which had not been discovered for hundreds of years, would be forever silent somewhere in the grassland, and no one would ever find and open it again.

The bright sunlight was a little dazzling, and Yun Duruo, who was walking beside me, suddenly collapsed weakly on my body, and had been focused on finding the imperial tomb of the world during this time, I knew that her body was wrong but I didn't expect it to be so bad, the sun shone on Yun Duruo's face, and there was no trace of blood at all, pale as a piece of white paper.

"How are you?" I helped Yun Duruo to sit on the steps and asked worriedly.

"Yes, I also recently found out that you are in poor health, are you sick?" Nangong Yi touched Yun Duruo's forehead and asked with concern. "I don't have a fever either, how did you become so weak?"

I held Yun Duruo's hand, but she subconsciously retracted and squeezed out a struggling smile on our pale face.

"I'm fine, maybe I'm not used to the water and soil, just sit and rest for a while."

I began to disbelieve that she was going to be good, I turned my head to look at the prince, Yun Duruo accompanied me to the temple and came back to become like this, the prince clearly intended to avoid my gaze, and his face was also full of worry but a trace of helplessness.

The two siblings must have something to hide from me, but I know that I can't ask anything from the prince's mouth, and the prince is quiet, but now his hand plucking the vajra rosary is obviously out of rhythm, and I can see that she is as upset as I am.

When Lu Batu came out of the main hall, he should have seen a group of us surrounding Yun Duruo on the steps, the old man looked at Yun Duruo with kind eyebrows, took off the milk teapot from his waist and handed it to Yun Duruo.

"The little girl should not be used to here, just drink some milk tea and rest, look at your body and probably can't walk anymore, I just remembered that you are interested in the words on this stone tablet, you can go to the original site to see."

"The original site...... "All of us immediately looked at Lubatu, and Han Yu asked in surprise. What is the original site? ”

While telling Yun Duruo to drink more milk tea, Lubatu told us that after Genghis Khan died of illness, he was buried here, and enclosed the land here and built a stone tablet to stand on the grassland, and the pattern and text on the stone tablet were exactly the same as those on his stone tablet.

We suddenly came to the spirit, even Yun Duruo gritted his teeth and insisted on getting up from the steps, Genghis Khan left a stele here before he died, and the content of the stele is exactly the same as the stone tablet on the mausoleum keeper, and the secret left to the nineteenth red wolf is very likely to be in the content of the stele.

We asked Rubatu about the location of the stele, and I helped Yun Duruo and the others to rush over without stopping, just as Rubatu said that the location of the stele did not need us to deliberately look for it, and we did not walk for more than two hours all the way to the west, and we saw many Mongolians singing and dancing on the endless grassland, as if they were celebrating and sacrificing something.

When we approached, we saw the stone monument they visited, the excitement and anticipation of a few hours ago vanished in an instant, and we looked dumbfounded at the stone tablet covered by various colors of cloth in the middle, the stone monument was gone in the morning after hundreds of years of wind and rain and changes, and all that remained in front of us was a broken and blurred ruin.

Only a broken pedestal remained in the lush grass, and it was clear to the surrounding Mongols who were worshipping that even this could not give up the sanctity of the stele in their hearts.

Before we came, we asked Rubatu in detail, and the vicissitudes of life but the heroic old Mongolian told us that this stele was standing here before Genghis Khan's death, and the enclosure was the center of his mausoleum, and the eight white rooms of Yijin Horo were built around this stele, and it was also an inviolable holy place in the hearts of all Mongols.

We pushed aside the grass and looked at the stele that only had its pedestal left, although we can no longer see the majesty of the stele at the beginning, we can vaguely imagine from the size of the pedestal, how huge the stele that once stood on the grassland for hundreds of years was at that time.

It's just a pity that we haven't had a chance to witness it, and at the same time, we are even more worried that the content on this stele will forever become the same secret as Genghis Khan's mausoleum.