Chapter 52: The Coffin of the Sacrificer

The monk said very firmly, and Miss Pan seemed to know that it was impossible to get it back from him, so she didn't insist anymore. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Afterwards, we packed up our things, and the monk took the lead, and the three of us approached near the sinkhole.

The monk walked in front with a torch and could see a lot of garbage left on the ground. Nearby, I found the rope that the men used to climb down the sinkhole. The monk tested the firmness, nodded and said it was no problem.

Due to the time constraints, we did not make any more stops. The monk took the lead and climbed down the sinkhole, followed by Miss Pan, and I was the one behind the palace.

The rock wall of the sinkhole is not as smooth as I thought, it should not have been formed by the erosion of the underground undercurrent, it may have collapsed naturally, so there are many places for us to settle down. However, climbing inside the sinkhole, the physical strength is acceptable, and the psychological pressure is a little unbearable.

In order to estimate the depth of the sinkhole, the monk took out a fire fold, blew it up, and threw one at his feet. I saw that the fire fold quickly fell into the dark abyss under his feet, and the orange light point became smaller and smaller, and soon disappeared completely.

The monk said, this is at least more than 20 zhang high, and if you pull it tightly, it will definitely be broken if you fall down.

At this time, Miss Pan suddenly said: "The underground river has begun to accumulate, and I am afraid that the sky has changed outside, so we have to speed up." ā€

Several people stepped up their speed to climb down. In less than half an hour, the monk below shouted loudly, I saw the river! At this time, I also heard the subtle sound of running water below.

I said in my heart that it was not good, the weather really changed when it was said. Yesterday it was sweltering, and today it started pouring rain. I don't know if we'll be able to catch up.

The monk jumped down the river first, and after observing the surroundings and seeing no danger, he signaled us to go down. When I went down to the river, I found that it was very wide. We're standing on the riverbed right now, and by the water level that remains on the river, I can see that the water level here is about waist down all year round.

At this time, the water level in the river is still very shallow, just below the ankle.

The monk asked Miss Pan at this time: "I said, Pan girl, how high is the water level of this river, and the entrance of the underground palace will be closed?" You say it, so that we can be prepared. ā€

While observing the water storage in the river, Miss Pan said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. The river is filling up faster than I expected. At this rate, the entrance will likely close sooner. ā€

When the monk heard this, he immediately panicked a little, and hurriedly said: "Then what else do you say, hurry up and find the exit!" ā€

"But in which direction shall we look? Upstream or downstream? "I looked at the endless darkness at both ends of the river, and for a moment I was a little overwhelmed.

Miss Pan pointed in the direction of the downstream and took the lead in carrying the burden downstream, followed closely by the monk.

There are traces of man-made activities near this river, and there are many two-person tall pagodas on the banks of the river on both sides, which give me the feeling of being a bit like the Shinto in front of the Imperial Tomb of the Central Plains. It's just that there are a lot of Buddhist elements on these pagodas, and even the pedestals are double stone lotuses. It seems that Buddhism was very popular in the country of Yoro at that time, especially favored by the royal family of Yoro.

Miss Pan explained a few words briefly. According to the information she checked, Yelang Kingdom was an important transit point on the Southern Silk Road before the destruction of the country. The wolfberry sauce and other materials in the Sichuan and Shu regions were all transported to the Dian country and even the poison country through the Yelang country, and at the same time, the Yelang country also had close commercial relations with the Nanyue country. Many of Yelang's domestic goods are sold overseas through the South Vietnamese country.

And Buddhism, which originated from body poison, should have spread to the territory of Yelang Country with trade at that time. And as far as she knew, the prevalent Buddhism in the Yelang Kingdom was very different from the Buddhism that was introduced to the interior from the Western Regions through the Hexi Corridor. The Buddhism that prevailed in the Yelang Kingdom, commonly known as Theravada Buddhism, paid more attention to the cycle of cause and effect, and should not be confused with the Mahayana Buddhism that prevailed in the Central Plains.

And the time when Mahayana Buddhism was introduced to the Central Plains should be in the seventh year of Emperor Yongping of the Han Ming Dynasty. And the time when Theravada Buddhism spread to the country of Yelang was at least a few hundred years earlier.

The monk looked at Miss Pan incredulously, and smacked his tongue: "Don't you see, a girl like you still understands this?" ā€

Miss Pan replied coldly: "If you haven't done enough basic skills, you dare to come to fight?" It's really beckoning in the grave, going to death. ā€

The monk was choked and speechless. We walked a long way along the riverbank, and the water in the river had risen by more than a foot in less than half an hour. At this time, Miss Pan suddenly found a black sarcophagus in the middle of the riverbed.

This sarcophagus is very strange, the sarcophagus is bound by several bronze chains the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, and it feels very strange. On the lid of the sarcophagus, you can clearly see the ornamentation of "Bamboo King Green".

Miss Pan speculated that this sarcophagus should be the "sacrificial coffin" that circulated in the Qiqi area, which is the same as the "Zhenhe coffin" that circulated near Nanyang. Legend has it that there is such a "sacrificial coffin" in each river of the river, which is used to suppress the monsters at the bottom of the river.

In the "Ancient Dian Burial Record", it was also recorded that a Dian person once found a "sacrificial coffin" in the Beipan River. However, the record said that it was a bronze coffin, and the age should be in the Spring and Autumn Period. And what is buried in the coffin of the priest? Is it a person or something else? The record does not elaborate. On the contrary, there are rumors that after the "sacrificial coffin" of the Beipan River was dug up, there was a severe drought that year, and the Beipan River was cut off.

Rumors are not credible, so I won't talk about them for the time being. However, the "sacrificial coffin" is indeed a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Qiqi area. Half of the coffin in front of us has been immersed in water, leaving us with little time left.

Miss Pan said at this time: "It's almost there." The content deciphered in Buddhism, the entrance to the underground palace is not far behind the coffin of the priest. ā€

The speed at which the water level in the river is rising is indeed beyond our expectations. On the rest of the road, we almost always run. As we went deeper, I heard the rumbling sound of water in front of me. In fact, I have noticed this sound before, and judging by the sound of the water, there should be a fault in front of it. The impoundment of the river cascades down the fault, creating a spectacular underground waterfall.

However, until we reached the end of the river, and further on, there was a fault, and several people still did not find the entrance to the underground palace. At this time, in addition to the underground waterfall that is beginning to take shape in front of you, only the deafening sound of falling water remains.

The monk pulled his throat and asked, "Where is the entrance?" ā€

Miss Pan pointed to the bottom of the fault with a torch. I watched her movements, and my heart "popped", and I suddenly felt a hairy feeling. The heart said, "Is the entrance actually under the waterfall?" Is it too late for us to go down now?