The great temple was empty, except for large cut stones, piled up on the ground in twos and threes, and a few twisted roots of plant soil protruding from the cracks in the stone slabs. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you look closely, you can see that the white shells set in the wall are arranged in an orderly manner, some of them are pieced together in pieces that look like geometric patterns, and some are arranged in graceful arcs with smooth lines.

But no matter how carefully the patterns in this shell temple are arranged, whether it is the relics of the ancients, the construction of the prehistoric underground inhabitants, or the unimaginable lost civilization, in short, why the materials that will disintegrate when they encounter water are chosen is incomprehensible.

The calcareous part of the shellfish before calcination is hard and is used to make raden furniture with rich technological value, and the carbonized shells burned at high temperatures are fused with water and mud to form shell ash, which is an excellent building material with excellent moisture control function. Regardless of the use, it is still widely used today, but I have never heard of it when you can use it directly from burned shells.

Maybe someone used it that way, but at least I haven't heard of it.

Feng Xin's mind flashed when he heard this, and his eyes quickly flickered around, and after taking a fancy to a fist-sized shell beside him, he took out a dagger and stabbed it into the seam between the shell and the wall, it seemed that he wanted to knock the shell down.

Seeing this, Ziche also stepped forward to help, carefully poking loose the solidified wall soil around the carbonized shells with a dagger. Although the shell is hard, it is extremely fragile after calcination, and it cannot be dug by brute force alone.

"What is this for?" Qian asked.

I nodded, unable to understand Feng Xin's intentions.

Feng Xin was silent, buried his head in the shell piece, and replied from Ziche after a few seconds: "You are reasonable, it is indeed illogical to use this kind of building material, there are only three situations that can explain it."

He brushed away the slightly loose surface soil with his hands, and continued, "First, the builders, like us, did not know that calcined shells would turn to ashes when they touched water, and second, they knew that they still used them, which means that it would not rain here."

"Won't it rain?" When I heard this, I subconsciously looked up at the sky.

There are no clouds here, and instead there are patches of earthy yellow or translucent crust overhead, and it is reasonable to assume that there will be no rain here.

He asked, "What is the third explanation?"

"The third possibility...... It's quite mysterious." Ziche glanced at Qianyan, and with a click, the shell was knocked down by them, revealing the gray and black texture of the shell wall.

Feng Xin turned out half of the shell that was originally hidden in the wall, and saw that there was still a little bit of the primary color of the shellfish left at the bottom of the surface of the shell on the other side.

Feng Xin, who slowly came to his senses, said, "These shells were not burned and then set on the pillars of the temple wall, but were burned by high temperatures after they were burned."

Qian Yi didn't understand for a while, but Ziche obviously agreed with me and said, "It seems that this place was burned by fire after it was built, so it is certain."

I couldn't help but get excited, thinking about the various Raden furniture I'd seen before, and said, "Well, if that's the case, these shells should have been arranged in some kind of pattern according to their colors."

Feng Xin nodded, took a few steps back, and looked at the entire wall.

As I looked at the wall, I could already imagine the original scenery of the temple and what had been placed in the past. For example, the corridor is covered with elaborate carpets and light veils that cover the grand entrance to the temple, while statues of gods and goddesses, large and small, are neatly decorated on both sides of the aisle, and the glittering shells outline a majestic fresco-like beauty throughout the temple.

In short, I fantasized about the most beautiful scenes I've ever seen in Greek mythological paintings into this shell temple. It's just a fire that burns away all the good things here.

In this desolate space, my mind can be said to be blank, maybe there was something, but there is nothing at the moment, what are the cranes and deers doing here?

Could it really be the gold leaf that Feng Xin said? In other words, is there really a gold leaf in the world?

"Seems to be something down here?" Qian Yu suddenly asked.

"What?" I looked at her, and I saw her lying on the ground, putting her whole right hand into the crevice in the rocks under the ground, and she didn't know what she was fishing.

She stretched out her arm, and after digging through the gap for a while, she said, "Oh, I don't know, it looks like there's something...... But it's buried too deep to hook." Qian Yu got up, wiped the ash on his face, crossed his hands on his hips, and glanced at us in confusion.

I walked over and lay down, and looked into the cave curiously, maybe it was too old, the flat stone slabs were crushed by the horizontal branches, some were broken into fragments, wrapped in the roots, I bridged the position of the posture and the position of the face, and only barely could I see the object in Qian's mouth that seemed to have something.

A slightly curved, angular object. Looking through the cracks, it looks like rhinoceros horn or ivory.

Seeing that it seemed that he could only hook it a little, he grabbed it hard, but the thin cracks under the stone slab were densely covered with tree roots, and his hand was stretched in, but it was difficult to straighten it at all, let alone hook it.

I stood up and called for the car to come and help, pulling the uneven stones, and said to myself to see if I could move them directly. In the yelling of ah, he pushed the stone slab to the side vigorously.

Helplessly, the idea is too naïve, the weight of the large stone in front of him cannot be measured, only the thin strength of the two people can not move at all, and the car is also sweating, I don't know how the previous people built it, no wonder the pyramid is known as the wonder of the world, think that those stones are a thousand times heavier than these stone slabs.

It feels like time has passed for hundreds of years, and the slate seems to have only moved a centimeter, looking at this situation, whether Feng Xin comes down to help or not, the ending will not take a dramatic turn.

I got up, crouched on the sidelines, panting like a cow, shaking my head in abandonment, suddenly feeling small.

Feng Xin put one hand on his shoulder and neck, his eyes looked at the crack in the floor, as if he was thinking about something, and after a few seconds, he didn't know what command he gave with his lips. Qian Yu and Ziche looked at each other and nodded one after another, and the two began to inspect back and forth on the ground with a tacit understanding.

Then, Feng Xin stretched out his index finger and moved towards me and walked out of the temple, and I followed closely behind him.

He led me to the stone steps outside the temple, and I fell straight down, prostrate on the ground, with only half of my head exposed, observing the progress of their movements.

"What are you going to do?" I followed him and asked, lying on the back of the stone staircase.

His eyes were still staring at the figure of the subcar, "Can't you see it?"

"Should I see anything?"

"That slate can't be moved by manpower, it can only be exploded."

"You're going to blow up here?" Surprised, I turned to look at him.

"That's the only way now." He replied lightly, his eyes still locked straight ahead, and he was not distracted by my question.

I swallowed, "How do you have gunpowder? And you're not afraid that everything here will be blown up."

"The two days we were thrown back were not idle, and everything that could be of use was prepared. You don't have to worry about explosives, both of them are very experienced in the use of gunpowder, both are veterans, and they have a good grasp of the control. It's just going to blow up the surface of those stones, so you won't destroy the whole temple, don't worry."

"Oh." I listened to Feng Xin's explanation and nodded confusedly.

Then, seeing the other two people, they chose a fixed point, took out a round object like a golf ball from their bags and stuffed it between the stone slab and the tree root, exchanged gestures to confirm it, lit the fuse, and jumped into the open space with their own dexterity.

I held my breath and listened carefully to the crackling of the fuse's burning, and the cacophony stopped for a moment, and I held my head in my hands and rolled my body behind the towering stone staircase, flashing the moment of fire.

Suddenly, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, which was strange to say, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but the choking smell of smoke and gunpowder seemed to ...... With a hint of fruitiness.