Chapter 13: The gap

At this time, the oil bottle had already bent down and touched the stone below with his two extremely long fingers one by one. Suddenly frowned, "Huh?" and turned to the centipede dragon sealing stone on the side.

We came to the Panlong Stone. There was no smell here just now, and the scent of sulfur is now very obvious. The Duoyou Bottle touched the faucet, looked behind the stone, put his hand on the faucet, pressed it, and said, "Strange, the faucet is empty behind the faucet."

Changbai Mountain is a potential volcanic mountain. According to historical records, the last small-scale eruption should have been 1,000 years ago. Although the volcano is silent now, the geothermal heat is extremely abundant nearby. Many volcanic periods of geological gaps and lava mouths maintained extremely high temperatures. Behind this dragon seal stone, a hot crack may be pressed, which will bring out the smell of sulfur.

This is undoubtedly good news for us. In such an environment, having a stable heat source is definitely more economical than lighting a bonfire. However, the huge black dragon sealing stone pressed on it. It is obvious that it weighs at least ten tons. We do not have any equipment to open the mountain, so it is really difficult to turn it over.

The fat man was an action-oriented person. He raised his arms and asked us to move the stones. Several people went up and tried to carry them. A group of people looked up and sweated heavily, their faces were red and their ears were not moving at all.

The fat man panted and cursed: "No, old man, I've said that we are not equipped. Look at the current situation, it's better to have some explosives."

Monk Hua said that if you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense. The bridge we have crossed is more than you have walked, and it’s right to come without explosives. You said that we are now at the bottom of the valley, and you are covered with snow above your head. You can set a gun hole wherever you want, shake off the snow on it, and then bury it alive.

The fat man had no words to refute. At this time, I saw many stones of different sizes stuck on the lower edge of the Panlong Seal Stone. I had an idea and said to them: "Maybe there is no need for explosives, let me do it."

As I said that, I took out a masonry hammer from my luggage, walked to the side of the Panlong sealing stone, carefully checked the larger stones below, and then pointed them at one of them and knocked them inside. On the one hand, the stone was under pressure of more than ten tons, and then received a side hammer from me, which immediately cracked a crack. Immediately after a series of stone friction sounds of Karara, the Panlong sealing stone on it began to slide along the slope because of the support force.

We quickly retreated, and the Panlong Seal Stone slid a few inches down and began to tilt again, but the stone was too heavy, and it stopped after sliding a little bit. Despite this, we still saw a rock crack on the ground on the mountain behind the seal stone.

The rock crack is wide, and people can barely pass through it. The edge of the cave entrance is torn in the shape of a torn rock formation, without any traces of manual digging, and the smell of sulfur. It was heard from inside.

The fat man turned on the flashlight, reached in and looked, and turned his head and said, "It's very warm inside, but the angle is too uncomfortable, so I can't shine anything. Moreover, there seems to be words on the stone wall inside."

‘What is it written?’ I asked.

The fat man narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, and said, "I can't understand, I don't know what to write."

As he said that, he tried to get in. But the fat man was indeed too fat. The hole was obviously not suitable for him. He squeezed it a few times but couldn't get in. Finally, he took off the coat outside and barely got in.

Chen Pi A Si asked Ye Cheng, Lang Feng and Pan Zi to stay outside. If there was anything to take care of, we followed the fat man and got into the gap.

The whole ear here is a crack in the rock crack when the mountain moves. After entering, I found that the gap was a steep downward direction, which was very dark inside and looked extremely deep. I was afraid that the passage inside the mountain.

There is not much space at the opening of the gap, two people cannot be side by side, and it is very difficult to walk in the gap. There are huge stones underneath. The edges are clear and the sulfur smell in the hole is very strong. The temperature is at least thirty degrees. After touching, even the stones are hot.

We walked a few steps forward and used our hands and feet together. The fat man shone aside with a flashlight and said, "Look, what are these words?"

I turned my head and said that the characters were not carved on the wall of the gap, but on a rock at the bottom. They were a few strange words, a bit like Chinese and a bit like Korean, and were very messy.

Monk Hua leaned over and looked at it, and confirmed: 'It's the word Jurchen.'

‘What was written?’ asked the fat man.

Monk Hua said: ‘Wait, I’m not that powerful, I need to look at it before I know, I’ll draw him down first. ‘

We waited for a while, and Monk Hua copied the words on the notebook. As the fat man came, we lined up and continued to walk deep into the cave.

It is said that it is walking, but in fact, there are more opportunities to use your hands than your feet. The entire gap is almost thirty degrees down. Whether there are steps is almost entirely dependent on climbing down. The inside is wide and sometimes narrow, sometimes high and sometimes low. In some places, people have to sit to pass.

The only thing that makes people feel comfortable is that it is much warmer. As we crawled, we started to sweat, so we had to unbutton our clothes. At this time, the fat man asked: "Old man, do you think that the stone blocks the crack? It's not by chance?"

Chen Pi Asi pondered: "There are materials to be built on the mountain and build the mausoleum. There are so many scattered stones outside here. It should be the stone yard used to quarry when building the mausoleum. Maybe this crack was discovered by them when they were quarrying. For some reason, they finally had to use a sealing stone to press it down."

After less than a hundred meters down, the smell of sulfur became stronger and stronger, and the rocks became darker and darker. They all began to show the glory of glass. It was the trace of mica melting at high temperature. I yelled and thought to myself that this should be the lava mouth of a volcano. Changbai Mountain is a potentially active volcano. If it erupts suddenly and magma erupts from the inside of the mountain, we are not dead.

Thinking about it randomly, the two people who were leading the way stopped and shone the flashlight. It turned out that the crack in front suddenly contracted, and the rocks overlapped, leaving only a very small gap to go down.

I squatted down and shone it in with a flashlight. It was caused by the collapse of the gap. The gap inside was very small, and it seemed that I had to crawl in before I could enter.

Chen Pi Asi looked at the entrance of the cave and knew that his physical strength could not be climbed in. He discussed it and asked Monk Hua to accompany him to wait for us. I, Fatty and Mon Youzi, went in to see what else was inside.

We took off our coats and minimized our size. This time, we were the bottle of oil on the head, and the three of us went back and forth, squeezed into the crack bit by bit.

I thought this collapse was only temporary. If you climb a few steps forward, there will inevitably be an exit. If it is true, we can turn around in time. Unexpectedly, this gap is very long. After climbing for a long time, it can still pass in front of you, which is very unexpected.

The stone inside was very sharp. I climbed a few steps and my clothes were already broken several times. The rocks squeezed my lungs, and the temperature was getting higher and higher, so I gradually felt that I had difficulty breathing.

The fat man behind me felt the same as me, grabbed my feet and said, "No, there may be problems with the air quality here, so we came in without even exploring. It's too reckless."

I wanted to look back. The space was too small and I really couldn't help it. I thought that I had climbed over for a long distance just now, and now I couldn't bear to go back. And in this situation, climbing backwards may be more painful than when I came, so I said: "Let's take a few steps forward and if you haven't found out yet, you'll exit."

The fat man responded, and suddenly, the muffled oil bottle in front of him shouted: "Yeah?"

I turned my head and looked forward, but it was empty in front. The bottle of oil that was blocking my past, but it was missing in front. There was only a dark stone gap, and I don’t know where it leads.

From the time I heard the words of the oil bottle to the time I found that he disappeared in front of me, it was definitely no more than five seconds. Even a mouse could not disappear in front of me so quickly in this environment, let alone a person.

I suddenly felt something was wrong, and subconsciously took a step back, trying to look carefully, but when I was stunned, I saw the bottle of mud oil appearing in front of me again.

The fat man was behind me, and took a step back. He was startled and asked, "What's going on?"

For a moment, the monk was confused and stammered: "No... it's okay."

The penguin didn't seem to know that he had just had an abnormal situation. He paused, greeted us, and began to climb forward faster.

This hidden momentarily appeared. Although I felt it very real, I suddenly lost my confidence when I saw the scene in front of me. I was very confused. Could it be that this air made me hallucinate?

The situation was not something that I could think too much about. The fat man pulled my feet from behind and urged me. While I was wondering, I followed him with a distance. When I climbed through the part where the oil bottle disappeared just now, I paid special attention to the surroundings, and there was no depression or any place that could make me feel illusioned. I felt a little inappropriate.

After this section, I went forward for about ten minutes. The bottle of Mon Oil suddenly loosened and I looked out. I saw that the front became spacious and knew that the exit had arrived.

At the end of the gap was a large number of rocks. After climbing out, the muffled oil bottle made several glow sticks and threw them around. The yellow warm light illuminated the entire place. I turned around and found that this should be a relatively spacious place in the cracks of the entire mountain. It was about four or five gold cups of bread and about one and a half basketball court. There was gravel of large and small sizes underneath, which were torn off by the address when the crack was formed.

The fat man expanded the aperture of the flashlight, observed around, and said, "It's strange, there are actually murals here. It seems that we are not the first people to come here.

When we walked up, we found that there were indeed large colorful murals on the cracked mountain wall, but the murals were preserved very poorly. The colors were dim, and the patterns on them could barely tell that they were similar to the situation of the celestial girl flying in the sky.

The entrance to this place was pressed by a huge stone sealing the ground, and there were murals inside. What was this place? I was once again confused.

After walking back and forth, we found several small hot springs among the gravels, all of which were very shallow, but steaming. An indescribable temptation. But no trace of others' activities was found.

Further inside, the gap gradually gathered and turned into a small gap that was two people wide. It went deep into the rocks and blew hot wind from time to time from time to time. I walked to the side and looked in, but it was bottomless and I didn't know where it was.

We exchanged opinions and thought there was no need to go in again. This is a good place to avoid blizzards. The fat man tested that there was no big problem with the air, and he turned on the wind light for long-lasting lighting. The bottle of muffled oil crawled back and notified people outside in a narrow gap when he came back.

After a while, Monk Hua and Ye Cheng came in one after another, and Shunzi also pulled Pan Zi in. I immediately went to check his condition and found that due to the temperature here, his face had begun to turn rosy, but his hands and feet were still cold. I don’t know if I could survive.

He took the way up the road. If he died, although he would not be unable to go down, there would always be many difficulties. In addition, I also like this person very much, and I really don’t want him to die so innocently because of us.

Monk Hua checked his heartbeat and pulse, and then asked me to get out of the way. Soak the towel with hot spring water. Put it on the stone and cool it a little, wipe Shunzi's body. After applying blood to the ground, he poured some hot water in it. Shunzi began to cough violently and his eyelids twitched.

We breathed a little relieved, and Monk Hua said, "Okay, I can't die."

The atmosphere eased, and the fat man and Ye Chengdu took out cigarettes and started smoking. At this time, Chen Pi A Si also helped Pan Zi in.

After this series of changes, we were exhausted and had no energy to speak, so we each found a comfortable place to lean on.

The snow on our body melted into water due to the change in temperature, and the clothes and shoes began to become wet. We took off our clothes and steamed them on the dry stones. Ye Cheng took out the compressed can and threw it into the hot spring water to heat it too much for everyone.

While eating, I went to see the murals of the ground with Monk Hua just now. It was obviously formed naturally and the space was narrow. Why did I draw murals here? Just now, the oil bottle suddenly disappeared in front of me, and the huge stone sealing at the entrance of the cave gave me a very unnatural feeling.

Those who explain antiques are always very interested in murals and reliefs that inherit a lot of information. Others are gradually coming over when we see them.

However, there is not much information on the murals. Most of the murals of the Heavenly Girl Flying Heaven and Earth are located on the gorgeous palaces or ritual vessels, which only express a beautiful scene of singing and dancing on the flat ground, and have no practical significance. Most of the mural fragments here are such things. They are people crawling out of the tombs. They see more and lose interest when they see them.

I was about to go back and rub my toes, but I felt a lot of sweat along the way, and my toes were numb and painful. At this time, I heard the fat man "tsk" and stretched out his thumb, and began to peel up the mural with his fingers.

I asked him what happened. Although this thing is of no value, it is also a relic of his predecessors, and you can't destroy it.

The fat man said, "What are you talking nonsense? My nails are worthless? I won't peel the usual things. Come and see them yourself. There are two layers of this mural!"

"Two layers?" I said kindly, frowned, and said to myself, what does it mean?

Everyone surrounded him again and walked over to see what he was talking about. He asked us to look at his fingers and saw that there was a red cinnabar material on it. Then he looked at the place in front of him. Sure enough, there was a piece of composition in the corner of the mural that was obviously different from the side, and the things he was painting were also different. However, this part was extremely inconspicuous. If it weren't for the sharp eyes of the fat man, he would definitely not be able to see it.

This is obviously a situation caused by someone re-drawing a layer on a mural and covering the original mural.

The layer above gradually falls off due to exposure to the air, revealing the murals behind it. This is a common thing in oil paintings.

The fat man continued to shave with his fingers, and some bright colors began to appear where he scraped them.

I also scraped the mural with my fingers and found that the surface layer did not seem to have completed all the processes, so the fat man could simply wipe off the color by scratching it casually. Otherwise, if the complete steps were followed, there would be a special layer of cleansing material outside the murals after the Tang Dynasty. This layer of things would protect the mural like varnish, making the color not so easy to fade and peel.

Chenpi Asi's brows were frowning very tightly. Soon, a large mural large basin was peeled off. After this mural, a half carriage with colorful paints appeared. The carriage was obviously floating on the clouds, and several women in Mongolian costumes served on the side of the carriage. The owner of the carriage was an obese man, but I had never seen this man's costume before.

This is a narrative mural, and I suddenly became nervous.

Obviously someone first drew a narrative mural, but for some reason, another one was replaced by a very hasty picture, and the time might have been very tight at that time, so the mural outside was not even completed.

Chen Pi Asi looked at the whole mural, then looked at the surrounding environment, and said to us: "This... has something to do with the Heavenly Palace. Clear the entire wall and see what is being said in the mural."

I had already wanted to do it, and now I took out my nails with others, started to do my homework carefully, and peeled off the murals on the stone wall.
Chapter completed!