Daomu Biji

"Is this a tomb door?" said the fat man. He touched it and gasped, "It's really a tomb door!"

"It seems that this may be the original form of the Zhang family's ancient building. The oldest group burial tomb of the Zhang family. It may not be in the shape of a building, but an ordinary ancient tomb. Later, after the ancient wooden structure above was built, it was preserved by future generations. It is the underground palace at the bottom of the ancient building. All the seniors of the Zhang family are here!"

"Damn it, if we go in, wouldn't that mean we're fighting upside down?"

"What, are you scared?" I asked.

"No, I'm just excited." Fatty said, "How long have you thought it has been since we, my brothers, entered a real fight? If we really came to fight, it would be a return to the old place, although it is not of a practical nature. But in the situation Come on, we can have a good time!"

I thought to myself that the fat man really had something to say, so I said to him: "Okay, 'Captain Touching the Gold', please go ahead and find a way out quickly. I'll find a few more next time." You will have a great time really."

"No, even though I said that, after this time, I really felt a little pissed. I decided to change my career to selling Chinese cabbage when I go back."

The previous ancient building was actually not a tomb in the formal sense, but entering here, the feeling is different. This is the tomb of the ancestors of the Zhang family. It is also the tomb of the seniors who are much more powerful than us. It would be disrespectful to disturb them. We kowtowed in front of the tomb door. Then I asked the fat man to bring out the cigarettes, and everything had to be done according to the rules.

According to the rules of the northern sect, anyone who entered an ancient tomb had to light incense and worship, indicating that he was a pauper, his wife was seriously ill, and his wife was robbed. He had to rely on this windfall to survive in order to obtain the forgiveness of the tomb owner.

Of course the fat man said it more plausibly. Why are you descendants of the Zhang family so unreliable? The GPS is out of battery. If you get lost and can’t find the way, etc., etc., these are not available.

I lost my watch. I can't tell the time now, I just know that we have been in there long enough. If he didn't go out, the mechanism above might actually be activated, so he urged him to finish the job quickly.

The fat man said: "After reciting, let's smoke the incense. The little brother here has been here once, I believe our ancestors won't mind."

I said, "Do you mind? You'll find out later. I can smoke cigarettes. You must not touch them."

After the fat man came down, his coughing was obviously reduced, and I relaxed a little. The fat man was right, maybe he would be fine after coughing up blood.

The fat man said: "Don't worry. Our future is uncertain now, and I won't make fun of my own life. When you smoke, take a big puff, and I'll take a few mouthfuls of second-hand ones."

I said: "Stop talking nonsense, let me see what you can do."

After the fat man finished doing it,

I went to push the stone door. After pushing it a few times, I found something blocking the back of the stone door. I looked through the crack in the door and saw a piece of natural stone.

"How do you open this stone door?" I said:

The fat man nodded. Take something out of your bag. That's a weird hook, no idea where he got it from. It probably belongs to someone from Mrs. Huo's team. He inserted the hook into the back of the tomb door and went to open the tap stone.

Tapstone is a very famous thing - it can be used to close the stone door by itself when leaving the tomb. At that time, many new archaeological team members did not understand the principle of this thing when they entered the ancient tomb for the first time. They will all choose to use violence to force open the door of the ancient tomb. They will find something fishy once they open it, but it is often too late. The tomb doors were damaged beyond repair. Brother and the others walked in the opposite direction when they came down, which was no problem, but the stone gate is now automatically closed, and the stone is stuck. It's not that easy to open.

The fat man didn't seem to be particularly skilled in using this tool, and he couldn't get it out even after working on it for a long time. I said: "Brother, you are not very skilled in business!" The fat man scolded: "Damn it, I haven't been in a few serious fights with you in the past few years. The people who follow me are still Expert, expert, expert. I don’t even have a chance to practice. You have to know. Before I got involved with you, there were so many fucking imperial tombs for me. A few earth diggers would be good.”

"So you have to thank us for letting you know more?"

"Bullshit, I only have a lot of experience and no money. I'm not a traveler. I just hang out in ancient tombs with nothing to do. I am also a person who has a track record to back up."

As he said that, he saw the door loosen. I leaned against the stone door and the door finally opened.

A huge stone path appeared in front of us, and it was pitch black inside. We turned on the flashlight. Competing to look inside. I found that I still wasn't comfortable calling this a tomb passage - it was very different from the tomb passages I had seen before. There were no decorations, but it was very similar to the stone passages I had seen in the mountains before.

The fat man's face now had an expression of happiness and excitement, and he obviously didn't realize what I was thinking. He happily said to me: "The tomb passage, damn, it's kinder than the road in front of my house."

"The Zhang family seems to have some foundation! If the Zhang family ancient building above is Shi Lei's most awesome work, then this place is all made of stones. This project is obviously more difficult than the Zhang family ancient building Much more." I said. "Moreover, with these stones as the foundation at the bottom of the ancient building, the earthquake resistance of the ancient building will be much higher."

There was nothing in the tomb passage, and there seemed to be no mechanism: the fat man said he couldn't control that much. Since the little brother is from here, he may have destroyed any mechanisms long ago. Moreover, the concept of Zhangjia Ancient Building is particularly strange. It doesn't seem to have too many mechanisms. All the mechanisms used for defense seem to be that poisonous gas: However, that is indeed the simplest and most effective anti-theft method I have ever seen. It seems that there are no defensive measures to compare a place full of poisonous gas. More effective.

We turned on the flashlights. While looking around. While walking towards the tomb passage. There have been no issues with the air. We breathed to our heart's content. The aching burning sensation in my chest was mostly gone.

There is no trace of Milotuo on the stone walls here. I touched it and found that it was all volcanic rock. Obviously, this place itself was built to defend Miloduo.

There are two drainage ditches on both sides of the stone path, which are often similar to the tomb passages in the Xisha Ancient Tombs, connecting the drainage system under the ancient buildings. But it seems that no water has flowed through the hands for many years. Could it be that the rainfall in Banai has decreased in recent years and is far less abundant than in ancient times? Or is there less groundwater flowing here due to some major project? Regardless of the reason, this is a very good thing for the protection of the Zhang Family Ancient Building.

After we walked sixty or seventy meters, the tomb passage began to turn. There are many stone caves on both sides, and the stone caves are all filled with very small coffins: this layout is similar to what we saw upstairs. However, these coffins are all made of stone and do not look too luxurious. Obviously, in the early days, the Zhang family complied with the burial customs of the time, and most of them used stone coffins.

There are also many words on the stone walls here. The fat man wanted to see it, but I pulled him back.

We cannot let go of any clues until we find the little brother, but now we have found the little brother. At this time, there was only one sentence in my mind: I want to say goodbye to Zhangjia Gulou.

The fat man didn't give up yet and said: "Let's take a look by the way. The original origin of the Zhang family must be in these words. Moreover, the things in these coffins must be very old and very valuable! We can open one at will and take one away. Come for nothing!”

"Didn't you say you've already peed? Why are you suddenly thinking about this again?"

"It's so touching." The fat man said, and after thinking about it, he shook his head, "Forget it, it may not be a good thing to have you opening the coffin. I'll listen to you and keep walking."

I said, "Don't talk nonsense! When we get out, if you want money, I will give you Uncle San's property!"

The fat man said: "Come on. I can't afford that kind of underworld culture! Fatty, I still like the life of a dealer who can enjoy a few years of doing one business:"

We walked about thirty meters further, and a row of huge coffins suddenly appeared in the center of the passage ahead. Each coffin was as big as a double-door refrigerator, and they were placed in a line on the edge of the stone path.

We went up and counted them, and there were as many as sixty. The fat man said: "These are some of the ancestors of the Zhang family who have abnormal body shapes. Their bodies are almost as good as those of Japanese sumo wrestlers. As the little brother said, such a good figure seems to have been acquired through exercise. of."

I said: "These are all joint coffins, with two corpses inside. It seems that the joint coffins of loving model couples are all here."

The fat man was greatly moved after seeing it - if he and Yun Cai were buried together in the future, the coffin would definitely have to be bigger. We need to get a coffin as big as a chest of drawers. I told him that after he died, Yun Cai would be old enough to remarry five or six times, and they would be buried together in a big bunk. After hearing this, the fat man scolded me for being dirty.

I told him not to think about it. There is a stone door behind these large coffins, and there are large black pillars on the left and right. Judging from the thickness, it seems to be an extension from above. It may be the part of the ancient building above that goes deep into the ground.

The stone door was ajar, and someone had obviously come out. I wanted to go over, but the fat man pulled me and asked me to look at the pillar. There are traces of manipulation on the pillars, and a lot of things have been pasted on them. At first glance, it turned out to be all tape: looking at it this way, it looked as if the pillar had been flattened after accidentally stepping on a certain underworld boss while walking. All that was needed was to add two tearful eyes to it.

I climbed up the pillar to check and found that these tapes were attached to the countless small holes on the surface of the pillar. The pillar seemed to have been eaten by termites, with small holes all over it. I wanted to tear off a piece and take a look, but the fat man stopped me. He said. Brother, there must be a reason for them to put it up, don't move around.

We re-read it and taped all the taped areas again with the military tape we brought with us, and then carefully pushed open the stone door. The moment I pushed the stone door open, I saw that all the tapes suddenly sucked, as if there was some change in air pressure at the entrance of the hole.

Sure enough, there is something fishy. I don't know what will happen if I don't stick it on. Maybe countless poisonous needles will shoot out. It suddenly occurred to me that this ancient tomb can use air pressure as a power-driven mechanism. This kind of mechanism can be made quite cleverly.

After the stone door was pushed open, we entered sideways and quickly shot all the corners with flashlights: inside was a stone chamber. To be continued