"See what's wrong?"

Qian Sheng leaned up and asked.

Lin Yi handed over the damaged inscription stone in his hand, Qian Sheng took it, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it for a moment, gasping.

"Isn't Li Yuanhao buried in this tomb?"

When Wang Qiang and Bai Lu heard this, they also gathered around.

"What's the situation? What's written on this? ”

"This line of Western Xia Wen mentions the name of the owner of the tomb - Chinidarang."

"Chinidarang? What nationality is this? ”

"Could it be a transliterated name?"

Qian Sheng shook his head.

"Qi Ni Darang, is the beginning of the founding of the Western Xia, Li Yuanhao's first fierce general, this manpower is infinite, it is said that the arms have the strength of a thousand jun, can open five hundred stone iron arm bow.

In the early years of Song Baoyuan, Li Yuanhao launched a rebellion, and Qini Dalang followed Li Yuanhao to fight in the south and the north, and made great achievements, and was given the title of "the first warrior of Great Xia".

It's a pity that in the 'Battle of Anyuan', he met the Northern Song Dynasty fierce man - Di Qing, Di Hanchen.

The two armies faced each other, and was beheaded by Di Qing's horse, cut off his head and brought it back, hanging it on the flagpole outside the tent of the Chinese army, and the remnants of Western Xia only snatched back his body.

Later, I heard that when Li Yuanhao buried him, he put a pure gold head on him, and I don't know if it's true or not. ”

"It's really not unjust to die at the hands of Di Qing, but when we came in, didn't we see that it wasn't this person who was written on the bronze door, Lao Lin, what are you looking for?"

Wang Qiang turned around and found that Lin Yi was pulling in the ruins of the stele pavilion.

"Monument."

"What are you looking for that?"

"The official system and burial system of Western Xia are all based on the system of the Tang and Song dynasties, and if you want to prove that this is indeed the tomb of Qinidalang, you must find the stele."

According to the burial system of the Tang and Song dynasties, the requirements for tombstones are very strict.

The first product is the head of the turtle (pedestal), the second product is the head of the unicorn turtle, the third product is the Tianlu, the head of the evil spirit, the fourth to the seventh product is the round head of the square, and the tablet of the round head is also called Jie.

Even the height and width of the stele body, the head of the stele and the height of the seat are also equally different.

Now the two stone tablets in the stele pavilion can only be determined that the pedestal is a turtle.

The amount of the monument is quite critical.

"Are you looking for this?"

Lao Feng didn't know when he took a stone and walked up to them.

It happened to be a horn on the forehead of the stele, on which was depicted a dragon without horns,

"Although the official position of Qini Dalang was not high during his lifetime, he was posthumously sealed after his death and buried according to the specifications of a first-class officer, so his stele should be a mantle."

Qian Sheng took the tablet and handed it to Lin Yi.

With this broken stele, as well as the stele engraved with Western Xia script, it is almost certain that the owner of this mausoleum is none other than the first fierce general under Li Yuanhao-Qi Ni Darang.

But why is this mausoleum here?

If the magnificent mausoleum was a mirage when they came in just now, where was its original location?

Lin Yi turned his head to look at the man in sunglasses beside him.

This guy had been quietly listening to their analysis just now, and after getting the information, he immediately lifted off his red robe and walked straight towards the ruined city.

"Hurry up, the sunglasses are moving, let's hurry up and keep up."

Wang Qiang was the first to chase after him, and Lin Yi and the others followed.

The shape of this cemetery should be similar to a city, and after passing the stele pavilion, there are two moon cities on the left and right.

On both sides of the central axis of the moon city, there are stone statues.

However, the walls of Moon City were only less than half a meter of adobe walls, and the destruction of the stone statues was even more miserable.

In the distance from the Tablet Pavilion to Moon City, there were no more traps or traps.

The group walked up to Yuecheng and carefully observed the situation here for the sake of safety.

"If these things are buried deep in the mountains, how can they be dilapidated like this?"

"Yes, the wind can't blow, the rain can't get wet."

This Moon City doesn't look like it exists in the belly of the mountain at all, and the signs of ruin seem to be exposed to the wind and sand all the time.

"Ah Biao, I want to find you a good place to bury you, you are my good brother Ah Biao!"

Just as everyone was hesitating, they suddenly heard Ma Wenhai's voice behind them.

Looking back, this guy was holding Ah Biao's charred body and stumbling along the way they came to get closer.

At this time, Ma Wenhai no longer had the arrogant appearance he had before, his eyes were confused, his face was dazed, and there were a few words back and forth in his mouth.

"This guy is really fatal, he didn't even step on the mechanism of mixing garlic under his feet, it's really cheap for him!"

Wang Qiang's words came out in front of Ma Wenhai.

Before putting it aside, Ma Wenhai will definitely have to quarrel with him.

At this moment, instead of arguing with Wang Qiang, this guy acted as if he hadn't heard his words at all, holding Ah Biao's corpse, passing through the crowd and rushing straight to the Shinto in the middle of the Moon City.

"Hey, don't run around!"

When Wang Qiang saw this, he wanted to catch up, for fear that he would have some moths and affect his own people.

Lao Feng secretly stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Qiang's shirt.

"Uncle Feng, why are you dragging me?"

"Don't you see it yet? This man is now delirious, do you make sense with him? If he steps on something and you have to be implicated, let him clear the mines for us! ”

Lao Feng lowered his voice and instructed.

Wang Qiang stopped and saw that Ma Wenhai had rushed into the door.

Behind it is the dedication hall, which is generally a place for future generations to come to pay respects, and there will be tablets for the deceased to be placed inside, as well as items and utensils used by the deceased during his lifetime.

Today, the consecrated temple has also completely collapsed, and only the foundations of the four adobe walls remain.

I don't know if Ma Wenhai is really crazy or pretending to be crazy now, he rushed into the dedication hall in one go, and began to pull the soil and stones on the ground with his hands, and his mouth was still chanting loudly:

"Right here, Feng Shui treasure, I'll bury you here."

After chattering for a long time, Ma Wenhai suddenly stopped the movements in his hand, and his eyes stared directly at the ground, as if he had seen something strange.

"What did this guy dig up? It can't be gold, right? ”

Hearing this, Guo Wenbin couldn't hold it anymore, slapped the tiger with his hand, and the two immediately rushed towards the position of the dedication hall.

Suddenly, Ma Wenhai stood up from the ground, and there was an extra black rope in his hand.

The other end of the rope seemed to be buried deep in the ground, and this guy was like a tug-of-war, leaning over, and he had to pull the rope out of the ground.

Seeing this, Lin Yi shouted in his heart: Not good!

As he spoke, he pulled out a paratrooper knife from his bag and threw it at the black rope.

"Let go!"

Then he yelled at Ma Wenhai again.

Where does this guy listen to people now?

He was bent on pulling this rope out of the ground, and at the same time as the paratrooper knife flew over, the black rope was also pulled out of the ground by him, and he himself rolled several times in a row because of inertia. (End of chapter)