The translation of the contents of the stele was completed word by word, and sure enough, it was not ordinary people who could build such a large palace at the bottom of Kanas Lake!

Although the death of Tongtian Wu was self-inflicted, Genghis Khan was really ruthless, or his fear of Tongtian Wu was beyond imagination. Even if the Tongtian Witch has been executed, so much manpower and material resources will be wasted to seal the Tongtian Witch at the bottom of Kanas Lake forever.

"Heh, it's really worthy of a generation of Tianjiao, he is ruthless enough!" the fat man couldn't help but sigh after listening to Fang Lan's translation of the stone tablet inscription.

Yang Jian stood up, patted the dust on his hands and said: "Since ancient times, how many people who can sit on the highest place are simple? Cao Cao, Li Shimin, Genghis Khan, and Zhu Yuanzhang after them, who is not killed by one person, if you want them to be merciful, I'm afraid it's a joke!"

As he spoke, he looked at the gate of the main hall and said, "Okay! After listening to the story, it's time to get down to business!" The fat man and Fang Lan nodded and stood up.

The fat man put his hands on the door and pushed hard, so that the fat man's face turned red, and the door did not move at all. You must know that the fat man who has cultivated the "Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique", with both hands together and with all his strength, can have the strength of a thousand catties, but he will not be able to open this gate?

Yang Jian waved his hand to signal the fat man to dodge, took a deep breath and pushed the door suddenly, and the door was finally pushed open. Yang Jian, who clapped his hands, brushed off his clothes and hid his name deeply. Fang Lan, who was walking behind, patted the fat man's shoulder sympathetically, signaling that he had to practice more, leaving only the fat man behind him to cry without tears!

It's not that I'm fat and don't work hard, it's that this man is simply too perverted!

Pushing open the dusty door, the hall was empty, there was no coffin as Yang Jian imagined, there was no stone statue inscription, and there was not even the dust deposited by the door for a long time, and the whole hall was pitch black.

Only on the ground in the center of the main hall is a circular formation. There are imposing words on the patterns, as well as ancient symbols. It seems to be chaotic, but it shows the trajectory of heaven and earth everywhere.

Suddenly, the door of the main hall was closed with a "boom", which startled Yang Jian and the others. The fat man hurriedly ran over, and he couldn't open the door with a knife and a fist. On the stone pillars on both sides of the main hall, the lights that had been extinguished were lit one after another, from the door to the innermost part of the main hall, and suddenly the entire dim hall was bright.

When the entire hall was lit up, Yang Jian realized that the hall was not empty.

Before, Yang Jian and the three of them thought they had seen the entire hall, but in fact, it was only a small part of the hall. The entire hall is about 500 meters long and 300 meters wide, but it is not empty at all.

On both sides of the hall of nearly 500 meters, there are 20 stone statues with a height of four or five meters standing on the side of the road. There are ten statues on each side, dressed in armor, holding large swords and axes, with clear faces, and anger between the eyebrows. These twenty stone statues are more powerful and domineering than the stone statues outside the main hall, and they should be of a higher status.

Behind the twenty stone statues, there are also stone statues of various animals, wolves, sheep, cows, and horses, which are basically common creatures on the grassland, which is also in line with the identity of this grassland wizard tomb.

There are many funerary goods scattered on both sides of the main hall, and there are murals on the walls. Yang Jian stepped forward and turned over the burial goods on the ground with his feet, most of which were animal bones and some pottery and porcelain.

The mural depicts Tengger, the highest god of the Mongolian people. The god Tengger is considered to be the master of the world and mankind, and the mural is engraved with the myth of Tengger's creation of the universe and mankind.

Tengri originally referred to the physical heavens, and later evolved into the gods. They regarded Tengri as the first of all gods, the supreme sovereign god, and at the same time "the collective name of" the upper realm, "heaven" and "gods".

The ancient Mongolian people believed that everything in human beings, including land, food, livestock, power, lifespan, wars, victories and defeats, and even wives and children, was given by Tengri, and everything was decided by Tengri.

With the development of belief and understanding of Tengger, Tengri was gradually used to refer to all noble gods, in addition to the heavenly god Tengri, there was also "earth-water Tengri". The ancient Mongolian people thought it necessary to use a single word to refer to the powerful gods, so there was "Cangtian Tengri", "Cangtian Tengri" is the master of the universe, the highest god in the pantheon.

After Yang Jian took Fang Lan to see the murals, Fang Lan said: "Sure enough, it's a wizard's tomb, it's full of these strange things!" Yang Jian shook his head and said: "If you think Tengger is fake and feudal superstition, then how can you explain the immortals and demons in our myths and legends?"

Fang Lan looked at Yang Jian silently, thinking about what Yang Jian had said to herself, as well as the "Seven Peerless Qingluan Classics" given to her, and finally nodded.

At the top of the main hall, an image of a nebula is painted, and each star is carved with pearl gemstones, shining brightly under the lights of the main hall.

And on the high platform at the top of the main hall, there is a painting, a little far away, Yang Jian did not see the specific content, two dim copper pillar soul lamps stood around, the flame of the soul lamp swayed, it seemed that it would be extinguished at any time.

The fat man smashed the door for a long time without seeing a reaction, and such a strange thing happened, so he couldn't help but check the treasure knife in his hand and said: "Second brother, why do I feel a little panicked! This can't be a ghost blowing the lamp, right?"

Yang Jian was speechless: "Didn't you look at the stone tablet at the door just now? This is buried Genghis Khan's wizard Tongtian Witch, Genghis Khan's era has been more than 700 years away from now, this Tongtian Witch has long been turned to ashes, where is the ghost?!"

Saying that, Yang Jian looked ahead again and said, "Let's go up and see what is painted on this painting!"

Yang Jian took the lead, and the three of them walked up cautiously. About two-thirds of the way through, steps appeared on the flat ground. Just far away, the light was a little dim, and Yang Jian realized that the original painting was hanging on the wall of a large platform.

Yang Jian stepped on the stone steps step by step, and soon came to the high platform. Looking around, it didn't seem that anything had happened, was it because he was too careful? Yang Jian greeted the fat man Fang Lan and continued to walk forward.

Approaching, Yang Jian finally saw the content of the painting clearly. This painting depicts an old man with a cane and white hair from the Mongolian whip, standing under a high platform and holding the cane in his hand, and on the high platform, stands a mighty middle-aged man, wearing a crown and holding a sword, proud of the sky. Behind the white-haired old man, a person who fell to his knees, as if the whole world had surrendered to the feet of this man!

"This is Genghis Khan, right?

"It should be, you see that the knife he is holding in his hand is not yours!And the crown he wears, we have seen it before!" Fang Lan said, pointing to the man on the high platform in the painting.

Yang Jian nodded, and moved his gaze down to the old man who was kneeling in the lead: "This, it should be the so-called Tongtian Witch, right?"

"Hmm!" Fang Lan bent down slightly, "According to what is said on the stone tablet at the entrance, Tongtian Wu proposed the name of "Genghis Khan" of Temujin in the name of Immortal Heaven. But... ”

Fang Lan straightened up and said with a strange smile: "There is still this painting in someone's tomb, this Genghis Khan is really careful enough!"

Yang Jian also smiled, stretched out his hand to take off the painting in front of him, as soon as his hand touched the painting, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, and he was silent.

Seeing that Yang Jian stopped talking, Fang Lan thought something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "Second Master, what's wrong?"

Yang Jian shook his head and was about to answer, when the closed door was suddenly opened, accompanied by the hoarse voice of an old man.

"The reason why he froze was because this painting was painted on human skin!"