"You mean, in the days that Wei Lao Kun helped King Luqiu build this cave tomb?" Lin Ying asked after hearing this.

"At present, this is indeed the case." Section Chief Feng sighed.

Lin Ying thought about it and asked, "To put it this way, how many years have passed since Wei Lao Kun met Jiajing and when he appeared for the last time?"

Section Chief Feng calculated with a slight effort: "One hundred and sixty-four years, that is to say, he lived at least one hundred and sixty-four years old."

"But why is another saying that Wei Laokun died young?"

"Because he didn't know where he ended after leaving Yuntang Town. Some people say that he actually passed away. That year was still in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, and he was only in his forties. Of course, there is another saying that the records during the Jiajing period were fake. Wei Laokun was born in the Wanli period and lived to be less than twenty years old.

"Anyway, these are unofficial history. This person has never been clearly recorded in official history. Even the incident of a young man entering the palace to meet a saint is not recorded in the "Records of Emperor Shizong."

"If this tomb was built by Mr. Wei, would it help us find our way out?" Lin Ying asked again.

"If the legend is true, then even if we enter the ancient tomb today, Mr. Wei can predict it?"

Lin Ying laughed: "Old Feng, why are you kidding? How could anyone in the world predict what will happen hundreds of years later?"

"Why can't you predict, I can predict, for example, I predict that the sun will still rise from the east in five hundred years. Do you believe it?" said Section Chief Feng.

"Old Feng, you're a little bit off-the-sense. This is called rule, not prophecy."

"I admit that this is a law, but what if someone in the world knows more laws than we do? Some things we think happen randomly, but in their eyes, they are inevitable." After Old Feng finished speaking, he looked at Lin Ying again, "As long as you know omniscient, you can predict."

"Okay, then you can predict, what are my plans now?" Lin Ying asked.

"You want to open that coffin. This is my judgment after knowing you, right?"

Lin Ying looked at Lao Feng and guessed correctly. Sure enough, there were some things that could be judged.

"Anyway, there is nothing to do. There is a road in Huashan, let's take care of the dead." Old Feng said helplessly.

The two walked up to the coffin platform, and under the wings of the two strange birds, the black coffin seemed a little small.

Section Chief Feng showed Lin Ying the word "death" in front and explained the signs that the front of the black coffin had been polished before.

Lin Ying thought about it and said: "This shows that there should be handwriting in front of each black coffin. Is it that someone came in after the tomb and grind off most of the engravings in front of the black coffin in order to cover up something."

"What to cover up?"

"This is the 'death gate', and the word 'death' is engraved on the coffin. So are the words on the other coffins also marking that this is one of the eight gates?"

Section Chief Feng suddenly realized: "It makes sense! After grinding away the handwriting, you don't know where the door of a cave is. Without the direction, you can't find the direction. If you can't find the direction, you can't get out of the cave."

"As for why the words on the coffin of the 'Death Gate' were kept, it was probably because the place was dangerous and there were strange birds guarding them. Those who wanted to grind out their handwriting would not dare to come in at all?"

"That's right!" Section Chief Feng was excited, "Xiaolin, I find that sometimes you are quite smart and deserve to be the captain of the criminal investigation team!"

Lin Ying took out the crowbar she carried with her. Section Chief Feng found the groove. She put the crowbar on it and asked Lao Feng again, "It should be no problem, right?"

"Wait!" Lao Feng took the flashlight and groped on the coffin table for a while, then walked over with a sharpening blade.

"This is the weapon left by Zhao Weiguo. I am here to guard it. When I open the coffin, I will knock it to death as soon as I open it!"

Lin Ying nodded, and Lao Feng held the slap and pulled out his posture, like a baseball player ready to fire at any time.

She held the crowbar and pressed it down hard.

According to past experience, as long as the force is used like this, the coffin lid will definitely be removed from a gap.

But this time, the coffin did not move at all. Lin Ying simply tried his best, but the black stone cover was safe and stable, without even the slightest movement.

Lin Ying put down the crowbar and she touched the thickness of the coffin board.

Although the two black coffins in the previous two black coffins were made of stone slabs, they were probably difficult to find, so the boards were thin and had a large area, so they could move with just a push. Although the cover of this black coffin felt a little thicker, it would not be as heavy as it was.

"Old Feng, come here to help." Lin Ying shouted.

Seeing that the coffin was not moving, Section Chief Feng quickly put the slab aside, then ran over and pressed the crowbar with Lin Ying, and pressed it hard.

Stay still.

The two of them used their strength to feed themselves this time, and they pressed them down again.

Still not moving.

Lin Ying wanted to pry it again, but was stopped by Section Chief Feng.

"No! Wait first! There must be something wrong."

He turned on the flashlight and carefully checked around the black coffin. Lin Ying saw that his brows had been twisted into a twisted shape through the night vision device.

"No, logically speaking, there should be some talismans there." Old Feng said to himself.

"Tactic? Is the word 'dea' considered a talisman?" Lin Ying was shocked.

"Probably not." Old Feng was not sure.

"Have you archaeologists ever encountered the word "death" on the coffin?"

Section Chief Feng thought about it and said, "It's not that there is no one. A tomb was discovered in Xi'an in the early years. The epitaph recorded that the owner of the tomb was named Li Jingxun. When he died, he was just a nine-year-old girl.

"This Li Jingxun's mother was named Yuwen Eying, and was the daughter of Emperor Xuan of Zhou Yuwen Yun and Empress Yang Lihua. Yang Lihua was the daughter of Emperor Wen of Sui Yang Jian and the sister of Emperor Yang Guang of Sui Yang, so Li Jingxun's background was very prominent.

"There are many burial objects in Li Jingxun's tomb, which are of amazing value. One of them is a gold necklace inlaid with gems, which is simply a treasure in the tombs of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. When she discovered the tomb and swept the dust, she found that four words were engraved on her coffin, "The person who opened the coffin died."

"What happened later? Did you open the coffin?" Lin Ying couldn't help asking.

Section Chief Feng looked up and looked at Lin Ying and said, "Of course I opened it, and the gold necklace was hung on Li Jingxun's neckline."

"What happened to the person who opened the coffin? Did you encounter anything?"

Section Chief Feng shook his head and said, "When I discovered this tomb, it was in 1957, which is relatively long now. There was no detailed record of the person who opened the coffin at that time. I don't know who the person who opened the coffin was, nor how his final life would be like. This is also the only example of the word "death" on the coffin that I know."

Old Feng's words made Lin Ying feel a little sad.

This is different from what she thought.

She didn't believe in any curse. But after hearing about Li Jingxun's tomb, she was still a little moved. This nine-year-old girl must have received great love from her family. The so-called curse is actually a manifestation of doting.
Chapter completed!