Speaking of this, he paused: "You must think that stupas are stupas, but in fact, these stupas are also used for many wonderful purposes, and the stupas in Han land are often dedicated to Buddha statues or Buddha bone relics. ”

"This kind of solid stupa really can't worship anything, and it is precisely because of the solid structure, so there is often an underground palace or underground room under the floating tu, when the royal family of Chang'an welcomed back the Buddha bone relics, the Buddha bone relics were placed in the underground palace of Famen Temple, and they should be opened once every few decades."

"I guess there must be a niche under this floating pagoda that enshrines something."

Song Siyuan kept getting closer to the tower when Daoist Wang introduced the situation, and the closer she got closer, the more she could hear a lot of noise that had just entered her ears, she motioned to Yue Guanchao and they leaned over, Yue Guanchao listened with her ears, and her eyes widened: "It seems to be coming from this floating tu, but we were far away at that time, and we couldn't hear the distance, but now we are next to the futu, and we can hear it very clearly." ”

"This stupa can't be a true essence, right?"

The pagoda, which has been abandoned for nearly a thousand years, is constantly making noisy noises at the moment, no matter what the reason, there is always something strange about it.

Thinking about the Tibetan Buddhist culture in Tibet, they don't know what strange things are hidden in this floating pagoda, and the hairs stand up unconsciously, and even the hot wind blowing on the body has a strange coolness.

In order to strengthen his courage, Xu Xiake picked up the sapper pickaxe and knocked on the pagoda several times, and the sound they heard just now immediately dissipated, and the irregular humming bronze roar sounded around them, until this roaring sound was like a pond ripple constantly attenuating, and the noisy sound became clear from the floating slaughter again.

Song Siyuan pondered the sound of the Futu, and her eyes lit up: "These noisy sounds can be disturbed, at least it means that it is indeed coming from the pagoda, but I don't know what the principle is, but just now Daoist Wang reminded us that this kind of solid Futu tower, in order to worship something, often place a niche or underground palace under the tower, perhaps, the secret is hidden in the space under the Futu." ”

"Why don't we keep digging down?"

Song Siyuan looked at Yue Guanchao, a few people were already disgraced when they excavated the Futu Tower, and they didn't know how long the niche would be excavated.

"It's all here, and I've figured out that the sound is coming from the pagoda, how can I give up at this time, just do it."

Just do it, Yue Guanchao and they picked up the sapper pickaxe and continued to dig around the floating slaughter, and when all the loess seals around the tower base were dug out, the bluestone slabs near the tower base had appeared in front of people.

Yue Guanchao cleaned up the nearby sand, walked along the vicinity of the Futu Pagoda with his feet, tentatively probed the bluestone slab, and when he found a stone slab with a crisp sound, he used a dagger to cut along the gap, and with a bang, the bluestone slab had been completely opened.

If you look closely, under the bluestone slab, a half-meter-wide tunnel has been formed underground.

Yue Guanchao took the flashlight and observed downward, the stairs in the tunnel were steep and downward, extending into the far Yongdao, which was really a passage that could be walked downward.

"Let's go, let's also see what kind of evil is under this pagoda, and it can make such strange sounds."

Yue Guanchao took the lead and led them down the stairs, and when they reached the end of the stairs, an arched porch appeared in front of everyone.

Walking through the porch, this is indeed the niche under the Futu Tower, the area is only more than the tower on the ground, it is estimated to be five or six times the area of the base of the tower, and it looks like it is equivalent to the area of the ordinary square house.

In this square niche, the walls on all four sides are painted with the Buddha offering map similar to the Thousand Buddha Cave, all of them are rich in color and vivid, and at the same time, there are huge arch holes on the four walls, and four culverts extend from the arch holes, which directly meet in the center of the niche, forming an underground culvert in the shape of "well".

Above the culvert, all of them are fanned with iron plates with hollow holes, and the middle position is made of stone slabs and timber to build a beam shrine in the shape of "Mi", which is like the central niche in the shrine, which sits firmly on the aqueduct and connects the top and bottom of the shrine.

As everyone walked around on the iron plate, they could feel the wind pouring into the room from under the iron plate, so that there was always a cold wind blowing in the alcove, which made it look extremely cool.

Song Siyuan carefully observed the surroundings and explained: "This is the center of the ancient city, and it is estimated that it is also the underground culvert of the qanats, and the location under the iron plate is the former culvert and waterway, through which you can lead to any shaft in the city, but I don't know why such a strange shrine appears in such a place." ”

As he spoke, everyone was close to the central shrine, the shape of this shrine was completely different from the flat and stable shape of the car in later generations, and the shape was similar to the word "Mi", with a square protrusion from the wall and beam frame with a horizontal fork and vertical penetration.

These prominent wooden components are unified in vermilion, and there are many thangka paintings on the surface, as if they are the beams and bucket arches of the palace eaves, which are very gorgeous, and at the top of these wooden components, there are eaves of the eaves of the eaves style, and at the same time, on these eaves corners, there are sculptures of soaring eagle styles.

The style of these sculptures is very uniform, roughly shaped like a flying eagle soaring and spreading its wings!

The eagle's head is majestic and majestic, the eyes of the Danfeng are noble and cold, the body is about to land in a pitching state, and it is firmly caught by two sharp and strong eagle feet, directly fixed on the eaves at the top of the beam frame, the two wings are fully expanded, and even the feathers are separated from each other, and the fluttering posture is extremely smart.

Their bodies are made of brass everywhere, and the feathers are finely carved from copper sheets and copper wires, which are indistinguishable from real feathers, and if you look closely, you can even see the fine hairs on the eagle's head protruding from the eyes, which are inlaid with red turquoise and turquoise, and after being polished and polished, they appear moist and shiny and are embedded into the eagle's eye, and under the light of the flashlight, it seems that the real eagle comes to life, and its eyes are open and calm.

The only thing that is strange is probably the beak of the eagle.

The beaks of these eagles are mostly open and outstretched, and the tongues in their mouths turn into copper sheets, which vibrate at will in the turbulence of the air current, adding a touch of movement to the eagles.

"Flying eagles, zigzag shelves, and thangka paintings, this is a Tibetan style thing, but I don't know what it's for?"

Song Siyuan observed the shape of the flying eagle, and then looked at the paintings on the wooden components, and understood that this was not a Han style thing, and according to experience, it was mostly some buildings in the Tubo period.

With that, she began to look around, and walked directly through the arch under the wooden structure, and before everyone could get closer, she seemed to see something terrible, and staggered a few steps backwards.

Yue Guanchao and Keli walked in her direction!

Inside the archway, a skeletal monk in a monk's robe was striking the bronze bell in front of him with a prayer pestle, and with each strike, the rotten flesh and crumbs of his body fluttered one after another, like snowflakes falling downward, and the sound rippled outward, noisy and abnormal, and the roar was incessant.

The monk's head was stealing in their direction and staring coldly!

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