The main hall of the Linggong is the main part of the building on the ground of the whole mausoleum, the largest scale, after entering, the first thing I see is the big pillars of the stone piers on both sides of the Lingdao in the middle of the Linggong, about five meters apiece, I think of the situation when they used the 'flying scissors' to hang the coffin in the picture, presumably everything here is hoisted up from the cliff that we think is the most unlikely little by little in this way.

In the darkness in the middle of the stone pillar, you can vaguely see the large lamp slave of the black sè, and then there is a pitch black behind, I don't know why the flashlight shines through, there is no light in the back, it seems that there is a void, and there is no funeral goods to be seen.

The fat man started a fire and wanted to try to light the lamp slave, I said to him no, this building is still standing here and has not collapsed, the low temperature here is a very important factor, if you light a large number of lamp slaves, causing the ice crystals on the tile roof to melt, it may cause some small collapses, so don't do it.

We can only rely on flashlights to move forward in the dark, to the environment, everyone does not speak, as if afraid of waking up something in this spiritual palace, the surrounding silence is scary, only the echo of our footsteps and the heavy breathing of the people around us are left in the air.

Ye Cheng was the least seen in the world among several people, and after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but say: "It's so fucking quiet, how do you feel cold, the more you don't make a sound, the more panicked I become, let's talk, don't be a thief-"

Before he could finish speaking, the stuffy oil bottle made a soft gesture to shut him up. The fat man whispered to Ye Cheng: "Don't have bad ideas, aren't we thieves?" This little brother's ears are smart, as soon as you speak, we can't hear when we step on the mechanism, can you take it? ”

Ye Cheng heard that there might be a mechanism here, so he hurriedly covered his mouth and looked around nervously, lest some hidden weapons fly in.

Monk Hua said: "Don't be so nervous, this is for sacrifice." The regime of Eastern Xia is likely to come here every year to worship, and there is not much chance of having an organ. And it's a bit old here, don't worry. ”

"Nonsense." When the fat man heard this, he wanted to refute Monk Hua.

I patted him and told him not to do much, and just now I said that I should stop others talking, and I can't finish talking about it.

The ice dome outside is so thick, once it is closed, it will be difficult to open it again, and the plank road outside has already burned, which shows that no one plans to come back after the closure of the Spirit Palace, and it is impossible for Hua Monk not to think of it, but there is no need to increase unnecessary panic in this kind of thing.

We continued to move forward, walked for less than five minutes, and had come to the zhōngyāng of the main hall of the Spirit Palace, and there was a jade platform in front of it, surrounded by a huge bronze statue with several human heads and bird bodies, this statue was carved not a person or a Buddha, just like a twisted pillar crawling with lichen, no one could tell what it was, it looked very strange.

The fat man asked Monk Hua, "What the hell is this?" Isn't there a sitting statue of the tomb owner in the spiritual hall? Could it be that the owner of the tomb is so virtuous? This...... Isn't it a big locust? ”

Monk Hua said, "This may be the alienated 'immortal heaven' in the Eastern Xia religion...... Their Lord God. ”

"This god is too slippery." The fat man muttered. "What's the difference with a mallet for laundry?"

I patted the fat man again and asked him to accumulate some virtue, we are still on its turf, and he is not afraid of retribution.

However, this weird black sè totem, I know that it is not the immortal heaven, although I don't know about the shaman, but I know that the immortal heaven has no image, the immortal heaven represents a ubiquitous, infinite power, a kind of cosmic worship. Monk Hua said this either to shake a little fat, or to cover up his weakness.

The environment here does give people an inexplicable sense of tension, except for Chen Pi Ah Si and the stuffy oil bottle or that stinky face, everyone else is more or less a little strange.

But if the shrine is not a shrine of worship in the spirit hall, then what should be placed is the sitting statue of the tomb owner, is it really as the fat man said, the patriarch of the Dongxia Emperor is like this? Impossible? This - this is not the shape of a human at all, this looks more like the evil god in Haitian fetishism, I saw it once when I was looking at an exhibition in Shanghai, and the gods there are like such pots, like giant mollusks.

I suddenly remembered the record in the copper fish: The Dongxia royal family are all monsters dug out of the ground, is this this thing? No, this thing can only be said to be a demon, I believe that the people of Dongxia will not be so bad as to recognize a pot as an emperor.

It would be nice to see what is written in the other two copper fish. I thought to myself, I don't have to guess so hard, I don't know when I will have this opportunity.

Just as we were thinking nonsense, Panzi on the side called us: "Look here." ”

We turned our heads and found that Pan Zi had climbed up to a bronze statue, and carefully held out something in the beak of the human-faced bird.

Pan Zi is also a troublemaker, and I nervously said, "Be careful. ”

Pan Zi nodded, and held it very carefully, and soon, a bronze monkey with gilded green face and fangs was revealed, and there were countless peculiar patterns carved on his body, like a tattooed ghost.

We were all curious, we had never seen a venerable object with such a design. Panzi jumped down and held it among us, and several people gathered around to watch. Looking at it, I only found that this thing was bronze, and I couldn't say anything else.

This kind of thing is common in archaeology, because the tomb is a strictly regulated occult on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is a personal matter of the tomb owner, there are many tombs that have appeared in the ineffable funerary goods, those things with established rules You can collect and sort, infinitely close to the facts, but a thing can only be guessed, there are many things, only once in history, except for the bitter master in the tomb, no one can know what the intention is.

Monk Hua checked the other four bronze statues and found the same thing, and he speculated that if this mallet was their main god, it should be the guardian beast of the main god around it. This may have something to do with the very regionalized myths and legends of the locality, and we are not in that dynasty, so we can't understand the real situation. It's just that he can't figure out why it is a bronze material, the Ming Dynasty was already a very developed Iron Age.

After looking around the totem, I found nothing. We walked back again, and it was dark behind us, I don't know how deep.

At this time, what makes me a little strange is that in the main hall of the Spirit Palace, the giant tripod and the ever-bright deceased candle that are generally placed for sacrifice are set up in the warm pavilion, treasure bed, throne and god seat, and now there is no trace of these, which is a bit strange. However, the situation is greater than the form, the Eastern Xia Kingdom has been living in the depths of the dense forests of Changbai Mountain, and I don't know what kind of life it is, these things may not be in the Jurchen customs.

The fat man was already a little irritable at this time. The purpose of his coming here is to touch things. I ran all the way but didn't see any bright weapons that I could take away, how could I not be depressed. As we walked, he asked us if we could let him go behind the lamp slaves and see what was in the darkness behind them.

The stuffy oil bottle waved his hand at him, meaning no, he took out a glow stick, threw it over there, and saw a green light flash and fall into the darkness behind the lamp slave, and the green light disappeared at once, as if it had been thrown into the black sè cotton.

The fat man looked at his tongue and asked softly, "What's the matter?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle shook the medicine head, indicating that he didn't know.

I said to him: "We see that the hall is not so big outside, our flashlight is not reflective, the walls of the hall must have light-absorbing paint, walk alone, I promise that you will not come back, it is better not to act rashly." ”

The fat man said: "Then you tie a rope around my waist, and touch something to count as your share, and count your technology as a share." Percent...... Ten, how? ”

I was most annoyed by the virtue of the fat man, and said angrily: "You are going crazy and wait for us to go out, don't bother us now." ”

Pan Zi also said: "What the hell are you in a hurry, where is this going, if you wait a little while and tie a rope in, pull it out and there will be a thigh left, do you say we will go in to find you or not?" You see how united the team of Old Man Chen is, you are safe, don't embarrass our third master. ”

The fat man sighed and said disappointedly: "Yes, there are many of you, I can't say you, fat man, I just obey the organization's arrangement, and I will never betray the organization until I find out the enemy's situation." ”

"If you find out, you are not allowed to betray, what if you fucking start fishing for oil and water now, what if you enter the underground palace? How much can you pack? I glared.

The fat man raised his hand to show surrender, hippie smile, I know his temper, it's useless to say anything now, there is no way to take him, I have to remind myself to watch him with a heart, so as not to cause him trouble.

Go further in, we see the end of the main hall, there is a jade door, is made of four pieces of white marble embedded together, the door shaft is coiled with a hundred-legged dragon fired by glass, the lintel is embossed with a hundred opera pictures of music and dance, the door is carved with two boys guarding the door, there is also no running stone behind the door, the door is poured to death with a sentry, after we pry it open, we find that behind the door is the corridor leading to the apse of the spirit palace, it is pitch black.

When the fat man saw the two dragons on the door, he suddenly came to the god again, his eyes lit up, and he said to us, "I have seen this kind of door at an auction. This is called the Panlong Shaft Glass Bolt, and the whole door was photographed for 200 million, or Hong Kong dollars, oops, this door doesn't look very heavy......"

I knew what he wanted to instigate, so I poured cold water on him and said: "You save some snacks, that's speculation, now the antique transaction in cash can exceed 20 million is a sky-high price, and this door is worth 400,000 at most." ”

"No, it won't." The fat man didn't believe it: "400,000 to 200 million? Is there such an outrageous thing? ”

I said in my heart that the two copper fish in my pocket are worth 20 million, but who will buy it when it is really sold, and who doesn't know the auction house now, they are all thinking that they will not open for three years, and they will eat for a lifetime when they open.

The fat man's worldview was immediately destroyed by me, and he looked at the door with a dull expression, so we ignored him, walked into the corridor, and walked towards the apse.

The apse is generally the place where the entrance to the underground palace is located, and a coffin decorated with xìng is generally placed, lit with immortal candles, which will not be extinguished all year round, or a large number of sacrifices are piled up, which are regularly replaced by the mausoleum keepers. Dongxia, a small hidden border country in a state of perennial war, is not expected to have too many good things, but the entrance to the underground palace is generally located inside, and we must go to see it.

Entering the corridor, on both sides plus the top of the head, in front of which is a mural, the mural is covered with a layer of ice, frozen gray. I've always been interested in this kind of depiction of xìng after seeing that double-layered mural in the gap, so I turned on a flashlight and looked at it.

I saw that on the mural, almost all the paintings were hundred-legged dragons coiled in the clouds and mist, coiled, flying, and full of walls, and at first glance it looked like crawling with centipedes.

The murals are divided into several sections, and some of them depict many soldiers wearing furs, bowing to a hundred-legged dragon in the sky.

The head is also painted with two hundred-legged dragons entwined, I don't know if they are copulation or fighting.

On top of each mural, the hundred-legged dragon must be the main part. The characters around are very small and humble, and it is obvious that the worship of this centipede dragon by the Dongxia people is better than the worship of the dragon by our Han people.

Ye Cheng took out his camera and took pictures of all the murals, which can be used when selling Ming utensils, because Dongxia is an uncertain regime, and there are photos of mausoleums, and the price can be increased several times.

"Who do you say are buried in this burial mausoleum, Wan Nu's wife is still a subordinate, how can you paint this kind of mural?" Ye Cheng asked while patting.

I don't know, and I feel a little strange in my heart.

Generally speaking, there will be two kinds of tomb owners accompanying the burial mausoleum, one is his own heirs and relatives, and the other is his own favorite. There are so many deified dragon shapes drawn, if you see it in the main mausoleum, it can be said that it is normal, but something is wrong here. And...... The image of the owner of the mausoleum is not visible in the frescoes.

Even if the dragon is the main body, these paintings highlight the majesty of the dragon, and there should be a leader who kowtows piously below, because it is a burial mausoleum, the leader must be the king of Wannu, and the owner of this mausoleum should be worshiped on the left and right of the king of Wannu, but all the people on the mural are dressed as slaves or soldiers, and there is no leader.

This is in the murals of the imperial mausoleum, it is simply unreasonable, and the murals that do not conform to the three rules and five constants are equal to not painting here.

The fat man suddenly asked, "Could it be that the murals here are also double-layered?" ”

I touched it, some of the murals here have fallen off, and I didn't find any special side underneath, I shook my head and said no, the murals in the cracks of the volcano, there must be a story behind them, otherwise there are two layers of murals in such a place, it is really unreasonable.

I was thinking about it, and after walking for about two hundred meters, the mural suddenly stopped, and the corridor came to an end, and the exit from the apse appeared in front of me.

There is no door at the exit, but there is a bronze crane-footed lampstand in zhōngyāng, half a person high, with a peculiar shape, and a layer of white sè ice film on it, making Yan sè look black.

We walked out of the corridor and came to the apse, the fat man made a cold smoke and looked around, and found that the pattern of the apse was almost the same as the main hall, but it was much smaller, we could directly see the surrounding temple walls, the wall was still full of hundred-legged dragon murals, Yan sè should have been bright red sè at the beginning, but now they are all frozen to ash.

The apse was empty, there were no funeral goods, and there was no need to even search, so it was clear at a glance. In the middle are three black sè Ravenpan dragon stone beds, and the table is covered with wooden slabs carved with cloud edges, all of which have been cracked by the cold.

This called the coffin to stop, after the coffin was brought in, it was temporarily placed here, there are three of them, obviously there was not only one coffin when he was buried, and the wife and children of the burial person also accompanied him to the burial at the same time.

It sounds very unfortunate to be buried with the funeral person, but in those days, there was no way.

On the ground behind the three stone beds, there is a huge square stone slab protruding, on which two human-faced strange birds are carved, showing a wrapping shape, and the middle of the stone slab is embossed with the Tai Chi Bagua diagram. This is the tombstone, and the entrance to the underground palace must be under this stone slab.

Other than that, the apse is really nothing, empty to the point of excessive.

The fat man looked around and said: "Wan Nu Lao'er is really stingy, he gives up the money to build a house for his subordinates, and he is reluctant to buy furniture. ”

Monk Hua said: "Don't talk nonsense, if you can build such a big mausoleum, you will be reluctant to make a few sacrifices?" There's got to be some fucking reason for that. ”

I also don't think it's so simple, the situation in this apse is a little wrong, even if it is a small country on the border, as we expected, the national strength is insufficient, but no matter what, there are three points of nails in the broken ship. Without gold and silver, there would always be a few pieces of bronze in general.

After another round of searching, there was no passage to other places. came to the side of the tomb sealing slab, and the fat man threw off his arms and lifted it vigorously, not moving at all, and hurriedly beckoned others to help.

In order to prevent traps such as poisonous sand and poisonous water under the stone platform, the stuffy oil bottle carefully inspected the blue brick floor on the side of the tomb sealing stone slab. After making sure that there was no problem, Lang Feng put Shunzi on the coffin platform on the side, and then went up with Monk Hua and Ye Cheng to push the stone slab.

The strength of a few big men was really not covered, so they heard a clatter, and the slate moved away a little, and they continued to exert force, slowly pushing the entire slate aside.

We looked under the stone platform, but we were taken aback, there was no trace of the entrance of the secret passage under the stone platform (there was no stone to seal the tomb door), but the same green bricks as on the side, but, because the stone slab was pressed on it for a hundred years, there was a square mark on the ground, with a foot rubbing, there was a sense of concave and convex, and the green bricks under the stone slab had been pressed into the bottom a few millimeters.

"What's going on?" Pan Zi wondered: "This tombstone is fake, furnishings?" ”

"No way, this is the most basic funeral style, you won't play this if you play anything, the entrance must be here." Hua Monk Dao.

"Could it be sealed under this layer of green bricks?" Ye Cheng asked.

I frowned, these bricks didn't seem to be sealed with iron paste, and it seemed a bit problematic, but I didn't know what to say if I wanted to draw conclusions.

The fat man said, "Whatever." Anyway, there is no one, it is rare to go back to the imperial tomb, and you can see if you dismantle the bricks. ”

Ye Cheng immediately agreed. Actually, I think so too, we people can't be said to be robbing tombs now, and we just call it Ming robbery now. When robbing the tomb, I was afraid of alarming the surrounding residents, and I was afraid of encountering the patrolling jǐng inspection, but now the nearest jǐng inspection bureau is also 800 miles away, so we don't have to be afraid of anything at all.

We all started to get out of the adrenaline rush, digging and opening the dungeon is always an exciting time, and sometimes the coffin is not as nervous as the moment, no one can deny that.

The stuffy oil bottle squatted down, grabbed a green brick with his strange long fingers, pulled it hard, and forcibly pulled the brick up from the ground, Ye Cheng and Monk Hua were dumbfounded, and their mouths couldn't close.

The fat man was very proud, and there was a big expression on his face, whether he saw it or not, and our brothers were amazing. But the stuffy oil bottle did not give him face, nor did he look at him. With a gap, it was easy to do, and we went up to help and used a pickaxe to dig out the bricks.

What is strange is that there is still no trace of iron paste in the bricks below, all of them are staggered structures, and it is not difficult to dig.

My ominous premonition was a little heavier. Because the entrance of the underground palace is the most rigorous part of the fortress, when Sun Mazi dug the tomb of Cixi, if there were no explosives, even the skin of the stone seal of the underground palace could not be shoveled. It's definitely not right to be able to raise green bricks so easily here, will there be something strange underneath.

But the stuffy oil bottle doesn't speak, usually if there is a problem he will definitely find out immediately, he doesn't speak, and I don't seem to be qualified to speak.

With half a cigarette, we quickly dug a large pit, and the last layer of green bricks was opened, counting only seven floors, probably because the height of the building here is fixed, and the only way to avoid hitting the roof of the cave is to sacrifice the number of floor tiles underneath. Underneath the bottom of the pit, a black stone that seemed to resemble a patterned turtle shell was revealed.

"Is it a seal stone?" Ye Cheng became excited.

"It's not." The monk Hua at the bottom knocked on it, and the bricks around the black sè stone were revealed, and under the brick, there was a double-headed stone carved turtle the size of a table of eight immortals, and the pattern on the shell of the turtle appeared.

"What's going on?" Everyone was puzzled, this should be the entrance to the underground palace, and there was a stone turtle buried.

"Why is there no tomb door?" Pan Zi had the most effort just now, panting and wondering.

"Let's move out first! Look at what's underneath the turtle. Monk Hua was also confused and began to command indiscriminately.

In fact, you don't need to move it to know that there must be nothing under the turtle, I have already seen the black sè mountain rock under the turtle, and we have dug to the bottom of the hole.

Several people hurriedly jumped into the pit, trying to lift the stone turtle up. Before squatting down, the fat man let out a "hmm", as if he had noticed that something was wrong.

I leaned over to take a look, only to see the fat man's sapper shovel hanging on his waist, I don't know why it was stuck to the turtle's back, the fat man broke it off with force, and as soon as he let go, the sapper shovel was sucked again.

I looked strange, could this turtle be carved from a magnet?

A few people gathered around to look at it, and they were all amazed. The fat man took out a coin and threw it at the turtle's back, and sucked it firmly. He said to himself: "Hey, this fucking funny, such a big magnet, this tomb owner collects scrap iron?" ”

Chen Pi Ah Si rested on the top, saw what we found, thought that we had found the entrance, asked what was going on, and Monk Hua reported the situation to him.

Before he finished speaking, Chen Pi Ah Si's face changed, he hurriedly asked Ye Cheng to help him down, approached the turtle, took out the compass from his pocket, and at a glance, his face was almost green, smashed the compass, and said coldly: "Oops, we have been deceived!" This funeral mausoleum is a trap, and we've fallen for it! ”