Chapter 20 Ling Palace Hall

The Ling Palace Hall is the main part of the building on the entire tomb, with the largest scale. After entering, the first thing I saw was the large stone piers on both sides of the spiritual path in the middle of the Ling Palace, about five meters per piece. I remembered the situation when they used "Flying to Cut" in the film and painting to hang the coffin. I guess everything here was hanging from the cliff that we now think is the most unlikely.

In the darkness in the middle of the stone pillar, you can vaguely see a large black lamp slave, and behind it is pitch black. I don’t know why the flashlight shone over, but there is no reflection of light. It seems that there is a void there. No burial objects are seen.

The fat man started a fire and wanted to try to ignite the lamp slave. I told him no, this building still stands here and has not collapsed. The low temperature here is a very important factor. If a large number of lamp slaves are lit, causing the ice crystals on the roof of the tiles to melt, it may cause some small collapses, so I will not do it anymore.

We can only move forward in the darkness with flashlights and affect the environment. Everyone doesn't speak, as if they are afraid of waking up something in the Ling Palace. The surroundings are so quiet that they are scary, and only the echoes of our footsteps and the heavy breathing of people around us are left in the air.

Ye Cheng was the one who had never seen the market among the few people. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but say, "It's so quiet. Why do you feel cold all over? The less you sound, the more panicked I feel. Let's talk, don't be thieves--."

Before he finished speaking, the man made a soft gesture and asked him to shut up. The fat man said to Ye Cheng softly: "Don't you fucking bad ideas. Aren't we just thieves? This guy has a sharp ear. Once you speak, we can't even hear it when we step on the mechanism. Can you take responsibility?"

When Ye Cheng heard that there might be something here, he hurriedly covered his mouth and looked around nervously, for fear that some hidden weapon would fly over.

Monk Hua said: "Don't be so nervous. This is for sacrificial purposes. The Dongxia regime may come here to pay tribute every year. There is little chance of being an organ and a place, and it is a bit old. Don't worry."

"Nonsense." When the fat man heard this, he wanted to refute Monk Hua.

I took a photo of him and told him not to be troublesome. I just said that others should not speak, but I couldn't finish speaking.

The thick ice dome outside is difficult to open once it is closed, and the plank road outside has long been burned, which shows that no one plans to come back after the Ling Palace is closed. It is impossible for Mr. Hua to have not expected it, but this kind of thing is unnecessary to increase unnecessary panic.

We continued to move forward. After walking for about five minutes, we had arrived at the center of the Linggong Hall. A jade platform appeared in front of us, surrounded by a huge copper lord with human heads and birds. On the jade platform, we had to look up to see clearly that the statue was not a human or a Buddha, just like a squeaked pillar covered with lichens, and no one could tell what it was. It looked very strange.

The fat man asked Monk Hua, "What's the hell? Isn't the tomb owner's seat in the sacred temple? Is the tomb owner of this kind? Isn't this... a big leech?"

Monk Hua said, "This may be the alienated 'Eternal Heaven' in the Dongxia religion...their landlord gods."

"This god is so ugly." The fat man murmured. "What's the difference between it and the hammer for washing clothes?"

I took a photo of the fat man and asked him to accumulate some eloquence. We are still on its territory, so he is not afraid of retribution.

However, I know that this weird black totem is not Changshengtian. Although I don’t know about shamans, I know that Changshengtian has no image, and Changshengtian represents a kind of ubiquitousness. Infinite power is a kind of worship of the universe. Monk Hua said this to be either shaking a fat man or hiding his guilt.

The environment here really gives people an inexplicable sense of tension. Except for Chenpi A Si and Monogyu Bottle, they still have the bad face, everyone else has more or less a bit strange.

But if the temple is not a worship shrine, then the seated image of the tomb owner should be placed. Is it really like the fat man? The royal family of Dongxia looks like this? Impossible? This is not the shape of a human at all. It looks more like the evil gods in Haiti fetishism. I saw it once when I was watching the exhibition in Shanghai. The gods there are like pots, like giant mollusks.

I suddenly remembered the record in the copper fish: the Dongxia royal family was all monsters dug out from the ground. Could it be this thing? No, this thing can be said to be a monster. I believe that the people of Dongxia would not be frustrated to recognize a piece of pot and babe to become the emperor.

It would be great if I could see the things recorded in the other two copper fish. I thought to myself, I don’t have to guess so hard, I don’t know when I will have this opportunity.

While thinking about it, Pan Zi on the side called us: "Look at this place."

We turned our heads and found that Pan Zi had climbed up to a bronze lord and carefully held up something in the mouth of a human-faced bird.

Pan Zi is also a troublemaker, so I said nervously: "Be careful of the mechanism."

Pan Zi nodded and held it with great care. Soon, a copper monkey with gilded green face and fangs was opened, and there were countless strange patterns carved on it, like a tattooed ghost.

We were all curious and had never seen such a supreme weapon. Pan Zi jumped down and held it among us. Several people surrounded us. After looking around, they found that this thing was actually bronze, and there was no other explanation.

This kind of thing is common in archaeology, because tombs have strict mysticism on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is the personal matter of the tomb owner. There are many tombs that have indescribable burial objects. You can collect and organize those established rules, which are infinitely close to the facts, but you can only guess personalized things. There are many things that have only appeared once in history. Except for the victims in the tomb, no one can know what the intention is.

Monk Hua checked the other four bronze lords and found the same thing. He speculated that if this hammer was their main god, the guardian beasts around him should be the main god. This may be related to the very regional myths and legends of the local area. We are not in that dynasty and can no longer understand the real situation. But what he couldn't understand was why it was bronze material. The Ming Dynasty was already a very developed Iron Age.

After checking around the totem, we didn't find anything. We walked backwards again, and there was darkness behind us, and I don't know how deep it was.

What made me a little strange at this time was that in the Linggong Hall, there were usually giant cauldrons and Changming Rebirth Candles, warm pavilions, treasure beds, thrones and gods. There was no trace of these now, which was a bit strange. However, the situation was more than the form. Dongxia Kingdom has always lived in the deep forest of Changbai Mountain, and I don’t know what kind of life it was. These things may not be in the Jurchen customs.

The fat man was already a little irritated at this time. His purpose of coming here was to touch things. He ran all the way but did not see any bright weapon that could be taken away. How could he not be depressed? As he walked, he asked us if we could let him go to the back of the lamp slaves and see what was in the darkness behind him.

The oil bottle waved his hand at him, meaning that it was not possible. He took out a fluorescent stick. He threw it over there and saw a green light flashing, falling into the darkness behind the lamp slave, and the green light disappeared in an instant. It seemed to be thrown into black cotton.

The fat man looked at him and asked softly: "What's going on?"

Mon Oil Bottle shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

I said to him, "We are outside to see that the hall is not that big, our flashlight has no reflection, and the hall wall must have absorbing paint. I will walk alone. I promise you can't come back, so it's better not to act rashly."

The fat man said, "Then you tie a rope around my waist. If you touch something, you will count it as your investment in technology. What about ten percent?."

I annoyed the fat man's virtue the most, and said angrily: "You are going crazy to wait for us to go out, don't implicate us now."

Pan Zi also said, "What a fucking fuss? Where are you going? If you tie a rope in a while, just pull it in. Only a thigh will be left. Do you think we are going in to find you or not? Look at how united Mr. Chen's team is, you are at peace. Don't embarrass our third master."

The fat man said aloud and said disappointedly: "Okay, you have many people, but you can't tell me, Fatty, I just obey the organization's arrangements. I will never betray the organization until the enemy situation is found out."

"If you find out, you will not betray me. You are fucking the money now. What should you do if you enter the underground palace? How much can you pretend?" I said glaringly.

The fat man raised his hand to show surrender, smiling. I knew his temper. It was useless to say anything now. There was no way to deal with him. He had to remind himself to keep a mind and watch him to avoid causing trouble.

Walking further inside, we saw a jade door at the end of the hall, which was embedded with four white jade pieces of sweat. The door shaft was covered with a hundred-legged dragon made of glass, and the door lintel was embossed with music and dance pictures. There were two boys guarding the door carved on the door. There were no stones behind the door, and the door was poured with ice. After we pried open it, we found that behind the door was the corridor leading to the Linggong Back Hall, which was pitch black.

When the fat man saw the two dragons on the door, he suddenly became energetic again, his eyes lit up, and he said to us, "I have seen such a door at an auction. This is called a panlong axis glazed plug. The whole door was sold for 200 million yuan, or Hong Kong dollars. Oh, this door doesn't look very heavy..."

I knew what he wanted to incite, so he splashed his cold water and said, "You save some snacks, that's hype. Now, cash antique transactions can exceed 20 million, which is a sky-high price. This one is worth up to 400,000."

"No way." The fat man didn't believe it. "Is there such an outrageous thing to buy 400,000 yuan?"

I thought to myself that the two copper fish in my pocket were worth 20 million yuan, but who would buy it when it was sold? No one knows the activities of the auction house now. They all think that if they don’t open for three years, they will eat for the rest of their lives. When they meet a young man, they really pay 200 million to buy a door, and the work they will have to spend money in the next life.

The fat man's worldview was suddenly destroyed by me. He looked a little dull when he looked at the door. We ignored him, walked into the corridor, and walked towards the back hall.

The back hall is usually where the entrance to the underground palace is located. A decorative coffin is usually placed, with a candle of immortality, which is lit throughout the year, or a large number of sacrifices are accumulated, and the tomb guards are regularly replaced by the small country on the secret border in Dongxia under the war conditions of year-round war, and there are no expected that there will be too many good things, but the entrance to the underground palace is usually located inside, so we must go and see it.

When I entered the corridor, there were murals on both sides and above my head. The murals were covered with ice and were covered with dust. After seeing the double-layer mural in the gap, I was always interested in this descriptive thing, so I turned on the flashlight to look.

When I saw it, I felt cold all over. I saw that the murals were almost covered with centipede dragons coiled in the clouds and mist. The walls were covered, and at first glance, it looked like they were crawling with centipedes.

The murals are divided into several parts, and some of them are painted with many soldiers wearing furs, bowing to the sky with centipede dragons.

Some even paint two hundred-legged dragons entangled together, not knowing whether they are intercourse or fighting.

On each mural, the centipede dragon must be the main part, and the characters around it appear very small. And to be humble, it is obvious that the people of Dongxia worship this centipede dragon is worse than the people of the Han people's worship of the Panlong.

Ye Cheng took out his camera and took all the murals, which can be used when selling Minguo, because Dongxia is an uncertain regime. If there are photos of the tombs, the price can be increased several times.

"Who do you think of this person buried in the tomb? Wan Nu's wife is still a subordinate. How can you paint such murals?" Ye Cheng asked while taking a photo.

I don't know either. I also feel a little strange in my heart.

Generally speaking, there are two types of tomb owners who are buried with the tomb. One is his own descendants and relatives, and the other is his own favorites. The content of the mural should be mostly life scenes. The pony in the mural is usually in the verge of the ground, such as civil servants controlling water, military officers attacking soldiers, etc. There are so many deified dragon shapes. It is normal to see it in the main tomb, but something is wrong here, and... the image of the tomb owner cannot be seen in the mural.

Even if the dragon is the main body, these paintings highlight the majesty of the dragon land, then there should be a leader who bows devoutly below. Because it is a burial tomb, the leader must be King Wannu, and the owner of this tomb should be worshipped on the left and right of King Wannu. However, all the people on the murals are dressed as slaves or soldiers. There is no leader.

This is simply unreasonable among the murals of the imperial tombs. A mural that does not conform to the three rules and five regularities is equivalent to no paintings here.

The fat man suddenly asked, "Can the murals here also have double-layer layers?"

I touched it and found that some of the murals here had fallen off. I didn't find any special surfaces below. I shook my head and said no. There must be a story behind the murals in the gap in the volcano. Otherwise, there would be two layers of murals in such a place, which would be unreasonable.

While I was thinking about it, I walked about 200 meters, but the mural suddenly stopped. The corridor reached the end and the exit of the back hall appeared in front.

There is no door at the exit, but there is a bronze crane-footed lampstand in the center, which is half a person tall, and the shape is very strange. It has a white ice film on it, making the color look darker.

We walked out of the corridor and came to the back hall. The fat man picked up a cold firework to look around and found that the layout of the back hall was almost the same as that of the main hall, but it was much smaller. We could directly see the surrounding walls of the hall. The walls were still full of centipede dragon murals. The colors should have been bright red at the beginning, but now they are frozen to dust.

The back hall was empty, without any burial objects, and even searching was not needed, so it was clear at a glance. Three black Lei Wenpanlong stone beds were placed horizontally in the middle, and the platform was covered with wooden trunks carved with cloud edges, which were all frozen and cracked.

This is called the stopping coffin platform. After the coffin is carried in, it is temporarily placed here. There are three pictures here. Obviously, there was not only one coffin when it was buried. The wife and children of the burialist were also buried with him at the same time.

It sounds very unfortunate to be a burialist, but in that era, there was no way.

On the ground behind the three stone beds, a huge square stone slab protruded, with two strange birds on them carved on the stone slab, which were surrounded by a circumference. The Tai Chi Bagua diagram was embossed in the middle of the stone slab. This is the tomb-sealing stone, and the entrance to the underground palace must be under this stone slab.

Apart from that, the back hall really has nothing, and it is too empty.

The fat man looked around and said, "Wannu is so stingy. He has spent money on building a house for his subordinates and cannot afford to buy furniture. How can others live like this? He must have taken all the good things for him."

Monk Hua said, "Don't talk nonsense. If you can build such a large tomb, you still can't bear to give up a few sacrifices? There must be some special reason for this."

I also feel that it is not that simple. The situation in the back hall is a little wrong. Even a small country on the border is insufficient as we expected. But no matter what, a broken ship has three-point nails, no gold and silver, and there will always be several ordinary bronze ware.

After searching again, there was no passage around to lead to other places, he came to the side of the stone slab of the tomb. The fat man shook his arms and lifted it hard, without moving at all. He hurriedly asked someone to help.

In order to prevent traps such as toxic sand and poisonous water under the stone platform, Mon Oil Bottle carefully inspected the blue brick floor beside the tomb-sealing stone slab. After confirming that there was no problem, Lang Feng put Shunzi on the side of the coffin platform, and went up to push the stone slab with Monk Hua, Ye Cheng and others.

The strength of several burly men was really not enough, so they heard the sound of Kaben and moved the stone slab a little away. They continued to use force and slowly said that the entire stone slab was pushed aside.

We looked down at the stone platform and were surprised. There was no trace of the entrance of the secret passage under the stone platform (there was no stone for the tomb sealing door), but the green bricks were like the edge. However, because the stone slab was pressed on it for a hundred years, there was a square mark on the ground, and I applied it with my feet. It felt concave and convex, and the blue bricks under the stone slab had been pressed into the bottom a few sliver.

"What's going on?" Pan Zi was surprised: "This headstone is fake, is it a decoration?"

"Impossible, this is the most basic burial style. You can't play this without playing anything. The entrance must be here." Monk Hua said.

"Will it be sealed under this layer of blue brick?" Ye Cheng asked.

I frowned. The bricks were sealed without iron paste, which seemed to be a little problem. But I had to draw a conclusion, but I didn't know what to say.

The fat man said, "What if he doesn't care. Anyway, there is no one. It's rare to go back to the imperial tomb. Just take a look at the bricks."

Ye Cheng immediately agreed. Actually, I think so too. We can no longer say that we are robbing tombs now. We just call it Mingzhe. When robbing tombs, we are afraid of disturbing the surrounding residents. We are afraid of meeting the patrol police, but now the farthest police station is 800 miles away. We don’t have to be afraid of anything at all.

We all start to over-secretize adrenaline, digging and opening the underground palace are always exciting moments, and sometimes even opening the coffin is not at this moment, which no one can deny.

Mon Oil Bottle squatted down, clamped a blue brick with his extremely long fingers, pulled it hard, and pulled it up from the ground. Ye Cheng and Monk Hua were stunned and could not even close their mouths.

The fat man was very proud, and he saw it on his face. We brothers were so powerful that they didn't give him face, and they didn't look at him. It was easy to deal with a gap. We rushed up to help and dig out the bricks with a mountaineering pick.

What is strange is that the bricks below still have no traces of iron paste, and they are all interlaced structures, so it is not difficult to dig.

My premonition of my unclear premonition was a little heavier, because the entrance to the underground palace was the most severe part of the fortress. When Sun Mazi dug Cixi's tomb, if there was no explosives, he would not even be able to shovel off the skin of the underground palace stone seal, and it would definitely be wrong to have blue bricks so easily. Could there be something strange below?
To be continued...