Chapter 125 is a big baby

In the land of China, regardless of east, west, north and south, all the feng shui of the tomb relies on the magnetic field and the geography of mountains and rivers as planning.

As long as you set the right direction, whether it is backward or forward, you can find a path to the core.

Therefore, the real tomb robbers are generally masters of studying the I Ching, and the difference lies in the direction.

He Zi'an is not a 'thief', but he has not been to the grave in his previous life, and he is very familiar with this set of things.

Here set the northeast direction of the 'wall' in front of him, and silently calculated the path.

Friday and Zhang Heng, who were standing on his left and right, were still speechless because he didn't remind him and studied the compass by himself.

For about ten minutes, he had a path in mind, so he came back to his senses and asked the other two to take out their tools and take turns digging again.

"Isn't it faster to dig along the overflowing stream?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Naive." He Zi'an replied to Friday, "Qimen Dunjia is real, do the right thing at the door of death, you can have a way to live, now you dig along the water, the whole wall collapses and causes a mudslide, and the four of us have no way to live." ”

"Four?" Zhang Heng was a little frightened.

"Without Lao Huang's help just now, I didn't dare to be completely sure of the direction, so I felt that she was more like a human being than a human being." He Zi'an used the searchlight in his hand to shine on the old yellow dog.

Yesterday, when he heard that the eldest aunt had been living in the mountains with the mountain ranger for more than ten years, he secretly made up his mind, but he didn't expect it to come in handy, so he was really grateful to the other party at this moment.

After listening to his explanation, the other two also expressed their gratitude.

Then, under his command, the three of them took turns digging a passage in the 'wall' along the most correct northeast direction, and passed through it safely and came to the other side.

This side is still an underground river, the environment is not wide and not high in the cave, the three people and one dog continued to set off, walked for about half an hour, through a narrow cave, to the rock five meters above the ground.

Under the glance of the three-person light source, the environment can be seen clearly.

It is a wide natural cave with an artificial pool in the middle of the ground.

In the middle of the pond there is a lotus stone sculpture, which gets smaller and smaller from the bottom to the top, with a total of nine floors.

"Nine Lotus Twelve Grades, meaning true immortal mastery, is the owner of the tomb an ancient monk?" Friday's forehead miner's lamp said to the pool stone carving.

Then.

He Zi'an took the old yellow dog and moved down the stairs carved out of the mountain wall.

When Zhang Heng found out, he called last Friday to follow.

Several people came to the ground, moved around the rock pillar towards the pool, and when they approached the exit, the old yellow dog reminded them to find a lying corpse.

He Zi'an squatted down the searchlight to check.

The corpse was dressed in a modern gray expedition suit, with shriveled skin and bones, and the head was the most terrifying, like a skull with gray and black skin.

Bang~

He Zi'an reached out and grabbed the right hand of the corpse, and there was a crisp cracking sound from the bones.

"It's pitiful enough to die in the wilderness, don't whip the corpse." Zhang Heng whispered in the back.

He Zi'an ignored it, and reached into the corpse's clothes to search, but found no useful information, but found a silver necklace around his neck, which was the same size as the one he found on the mountain behind Meizi Village before, and the square silver pendant was engraved with the number 'fifty-eight'.

"Miscellaneous soldiers, no wonder there is no useful information." He tucked the necklace pendant back into the corpse's clothes.

He does love money, and the silver is not bad, but as Zhang Heng said, everyone is dead and no one has anyone to help collect it, and then take away the identity card, which is a little inauthentic.

"Can you tell the time of death?" Asked Friday.

He got up and said, "I was poisoned by the Nanyang Evil Magic, and the time of death was about five days ago. ”

"Is it coming in from the tuyere?" Friday turned his head and looked at the entrance on the wall with a miner's lamp on his forehead.

"Maybe, but it doesn't matter anymore." He Zi'an walked past the corpse and left.

The old yellow dog immediately followed.

On Friday, Zhang Heng followed.

Soon they came to the right of the pool.

The pool is oval-shaped, three meters wide at its widest point and half a meter deep, and there is no water in between.

He Zi'an didn't let the two of them go down on Friday, so he stood on the side and inquired with the light.

More than above, you can see the details of the stone carving of the lotus flower in the middle.

Lotus set lotus, each layer of 'leaf' surface has carvings, some runes, some are people and birds, etc., there is no repetition and there seems to be no special meaning, just carved for the sake of carving.

"The southern school of carving was inherited to the north, with the northeast county of Minhai City as the most, but it only emerged in the Southern Song Dynasty at the earliest." He Zi'an said.

Friday took over the conversation: "That is, this place does not exceed the Southern Song Dynasty at the earliest." ”

"It's the end of the Ming Dynasty." He Zi'an moved along the edge of the pool, the searchlight in his hand hit the lotus stone carving, and analyzed, "There are many obscene shrines in the three provinces of Zhejiang, Min and Guangdong on the southeast coast of China......

"Is it a word of words?"

"What kind of waste is in the head." He Zi'an walked back to Friday's left-hand side and stopped, glanced at Zhang Heng and said, "It means that the ancestral temple is built indiscriminately, that is, regardless of the records in the ritual, dead people, objects, animals, etc. can also build palaces and temples to worship." ”

"Taught." Zhang Heng's learning attitude has nothing to say.

"The runes on this lotus stone carving are demon inscriptions that are alienated from the radicals of the Han Dynasty."

"Toyo?" This time I asked for a Friday.

"No, judging from the information recorded in the runes, it was carved by a Taoist who asked a stone carving master to mourn the monk." He Zi'an explained.

On Friday, Zhang Heng was directly blindfolded, He Zi'an would not interpret it wrongly.

You know, even if you don't study well, you can hear from different channels that since ancient times, the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism have almost knocked out their brains.

"Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are not only spreading in China, especially the rise of the Song and Yuan dynasties and Minhai to open the road of sea trade, and it is possible for culture to spread with commodities." He Zi'an said.

"It's you who don't make it clear." Zhang Heng retorted.

He Zi'an didn't care, squinted at the stone carving and said: "Although I am not an orthodox Xuanmen person, but the friendship is really touching, I think there must be collectors who are definitely interested, I think ......"

"This is a cultural relic, please be sober, now you are a temporary consultant to the provincial archaeological team hired by my grandfather." Zhang Heng reminded coldly.

Hearing this, He Zi'an's eyelids trembled, and he complained to Friday: "This is the reason why you keep asking me, why don't you let this product follow." ”

Friday was funny, thinking that it was true, if anyone went to the grave and brought a policeman, he would be ridiculed by his peers for having a hole in his head.

"It's okay, helping the provincial archaeological team is also good for you." He reassured.

"The benefit of fart, in order to justifiably help Old Man Qin, I also staged a scene of being caught by the city bureau to drink tea, I knew that it was not so difficult and laborious, so I came over secretly."

He Zi'an regretted it, and he couldn't move it.

These words also made the two people around him understand that in the past few days, he has not only been in the police station, but also outside his crazy and illogical behavior, co-authoring because he doesn't want to be despised by his peers, and he wants to help the provincial archaeological team.

"The shopkeeper has a big pattern and good intentions, which really makes me admire." Friday sighed.

"Then I'll take a lotus stone sculpture worth 300,000 yuan, it's not too much, right." He Zi'an's eyes were bright.