Everyone was shocked, and Xiang Wanli was the first to speak: "Mr. Jiang, what do those coordinates represent?"
Lao Jiang could not answer this question.
He just said with a stern look: "Li Jinglan, you will use the Dragon Seeking Technique later, and I will use the acupuncture technique! Master and apprentice will work together to break the feng shui here."
"Okay!" My blood boiled, and the "Thirty-Six Techniques for Moving Mountains and Seas" taught to me by Sanyan Li Jinglan in his dream came to my mind, and I began to examine the sand mountain.
"Thirty-six Tiangang, seventy-two earthly demons, all kinds of laws in the world cannot escape the opening of the heavenly eye."
"You can search for dragons when you enter tombs, dig holes when climbing mountains, break through barriers by wading through rivers, and see through the sky with your clairvoyance."
Although we are currently in the desert and most tomb robbing techniques cannot be used, I just treat you as a Feng Shui treasure cave.
What I have to do is find out where your dragon vein is!
No matter how much you hide, you can't escape the eyes of me, Li Jinglan!
Over there, Lao Jiang was assembling a five-meter-long Luoyang shovel. After a while, I vaguely felt a ray of golden light spilling out from the west. I couldn't help but excitedly point my hand to that point and said: "There!"
And that spot is where the cowboy hat is.
Lao Jiang took Luoyang and shoveled it, and without thinking, he dug in with the shovel.
After he pulled out the whole Luoyang shovel, the top few pipes were normal, just ordinary sand. But the last section made us all breathe quickly!
There is actually a small layer of green soil, which is the poor soil layer used to seal tombs in the northwest region.
And at the very bottom, there are a few sparkling golden sands!
Those heavy grains of golden sand, yellow and orange, are obviously made of extremely refined gold.
Lao Jiang and I shouted in unison: "There's a fight down here!"
Xiang Wanli and the others walked over quickly and asked whose tomb was below. Could it be Monk Le's?
Diao Ye took a puff of his pipe and sneered: "If Monk Le's pagoda is so easy to find, will it be our turn? Don't forget, this coordinate came from Warner..."
His words undoubtedly gave us a wake-up call.
But now, no one is willing to let the duck go.
Regardless of whether the tower below is the stupa of Monk Le or the tombs of other princes and nobles in the Western Regions, we must go down and explore it!
At that moment, Lao Jiang used a black knife to draw a large circle on the sand mountain, and asked other people in the team to lead the camels and retreat outside the circle to prevent the entire sand mountain from collapsing due to excessive weight.
After all, since there is a tomb down here, it is 100%25 empty!
Only Lao Jiang and I were left at the scene, as well as the Shaman Xisheng borrowed from Lord Diao, staring blankly at the small hole dug out by Luoyang.
Several people stared at each other, and Luo Tuo asked in a loud voice what Lao Jiang wanted to do, why didn't he give orders?
Lao Jiang stared at the watch in his hand tightly and said nothing.
When the sun set halfway, his sleepy eyes suddenly opened.
"Get off the tornado!"
Each of us holds a cyclone shovel. There are three triangular iron blades on this cyclone shovel, just like a windmill, which will scatter the sand under our feet.
Legend has it that the cyclone shovel was invented by Lu Dasheng'er, a tomb robber in the early years of the Republic of China. This man was a lazy man. At that time, he just felt that digging a robbery hole with a shovel was too slow. Is there any shortcut? As a result, he worked behind closed doors for several months, and he, who was born as a blacksmith, actually figured out such a ghost thing.
The cyclone shovel is particularly suitable for places with loose soil, and it can be compared to a magic weapon in the desert.
In a short time, we dug more than two meters deep, and a layer of bluestone was exposed under our feet. Lao Jiang waved his hand and said: "Stop!"
Then he carefully cut open the bluestone slab with a black knife. His black knife was extremely sharp. In addition, the bluestone slab had gone through the temperature difference in the desert all year round. It was extremely hot during the day and icy to the bone at night, so it was already crispy.
After the bluestone slab was cut open, Lao Jiang dug a small hole on the left and right sides, tied it with ropes, and then climbed up the slope with skill.
Lao Jiang asked us to stand two people on each side and use ropes to pull out the bluestone. I asked Lao Jiang: "Is it so troublesome?"
"It's just a small piece of stone. One of us would have chopped it to pieces with just one shovel."
Lao Jiang seemed to be seeking revenge for throwing the snake before, so he slapped me on the back of the head: "Little bastard, did you forget that I just said that this tomb is empty?"
"I suspect it was built in the belly of this sand mountain. If you smashed the bluestone slab so rashly, a group of us would fall in and die without any trace of our bodies..."
One sentence made my stretched neck shrink back obediently.
Sure enough, when the stone slab opened, I was shocked to see an octagonal ancient well underneath!
This ancient well is dark, and below it is like an abyss of death that cannot be seen to the bottom.
The strange thing is that the ancient well is actually engraved with lotus patterns, and lotuses bloom around the mouth of the well, as if to save the souls in the well.
A strange feeling arises spontaneously.
I asked Lao Jiang: "Is this a tomb?"
Before Old Jiang could speak, the Shahu next to him said: "Yes, this is the most famous well burial in the northwest! Due to the geology here, it was difficult to bury a person in ancient times. Ordinary people were the first to accept it. Just use sky burial, and the monks will throw the body to the edge of the desert and let the vultures eat it.”
"But the princes and nobles obviously don't want this. They also hope that after their death, their souls can continue to enjoy the wealth and honor they had during their lifetime, so they created this kind of well burial."
"The so-called well burial is to dig a dry well in the desert and carry the coffin for burial. Although the well mouth is small, the main tomb and burial chamber below are all ready."
I couldn't help but give Shahu a thumbs up. This brother doesn't like to talk, but he basically doesn't say anything nonsense every time he speaks.
Lao Jiang fired a flare and went down. In the bright-as-daylight moment, I saw that the well was about five or six meters deep. The bottom wall was covered with colorful murals, somewhat similar to the style of the Mogao Grottoes.
We immediately decided to go in.
Due to the limited space underneath, it is impossible for the entire army to get in at once. In this case, if they encounter a trap, they will not be able to escape.
In the end, it was decided that Lao Jiang and I would take the lead, followed by Diao Ye and the woman named Peacock from the Salmon West Holy School.
As for the Free Commune, they originally wanted to be excluded, but they couldn't bear to ask Professor Wan Li repeatedly, and finally decided to let the Wu brothers and Yueyue follow them to learn more!
After we slid down the rope one by one, I finally saw the true face of the murals in the well. They were beautiful fairies wearing red and green skirts with bare feet flying in the air. Each fairy holds a different musical instrument in her hand. Some fairies are playing the pipa, some are beating the small drum on their waists, and some fairies are dancing.
Their dancing posture is very elegant, with one foot standing on the ground and the whole body spinning in circles, which is the unique Hu Xuan dance of the Western Regions.
As they danced, their skirts flew up, and even the buns on their heads also fluttered, making them feel as if they were in the Western Paradise.
I asked Lao Jiang what these women were doing in the mural?
Lao Jiang told me: "This is called "Ji Le Tu"."
Immediately, he lightly scratched the paint on the mural with his little fingernail, put it under his mouth, blew on it, and said, "This should be an ancient tomb from the Sixteen Kingdoms period."
"To be more precise, it should be the tomb of Beiliang during the Sixteen Kingdoms period."
This trick of Lao Jiang made me envious, and I quickly flattered him: "Master, you can tell the specific era and region where the paint comes from just by blowing on it? It's really amazing. You can’t teach me your disciples.”
Lao Jiang rolled his eyes at me and said with a ruthless smile: "If you have anything to do, call Master, if you have nothing to do, call Lao Jiang. Want to learn? Hum, let that rattlesnake teach you."
I was about to reply, but at this moment, brothers Da Wu and Xiao Wu suddenly shouted: "What is under our feet?"
My eyes were attracted by the mural just now, but now I realized that there was actually a layer of yellow-orange golden sand under my feet, and my shoes squeaked when I stepped on it.
If these golden sands had been replaced by another tomb robbing gang, they would have already robbed them, right?
But we are not greedy, and we have no evil thoughts about Jinsha. What surprised me was the Wu brothers. They were just surprised at first, and then they took out their pens and quickly recorded what they saw and heard about going to the tomb.
I am worthy of being a student of Xiang Wanli, I admire him secretly in my heart.
Over there, Lao Jiang has already started looking for the tomb door, but in the Western Zhou Dynasty, there were all singing and dancing fairies from the Western Regions, so what kind of door would there be?
But since this is a well burial, it will definitely not be a place of death.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Lao Jiang knocked on the wall with his knuckles. When he hit the west wall, he stopped and said with a smile: "The soul wants to go to the Western Paradise. The owner of this tomb is really A devout Buddhist."
After saying that, he picked up the shovel and violently demolished it. The thin wall was immediately opened, and there was really a cave behind the wall!
Under the illumination of the flashlight, there is a corridor leading to the end of the pen, and there is a strange painted statue at the end of the corridor.
The statue seemed to be a very vicious man with a menacing little devil under his feet begging for mercy. There is also something dark hanging on the west side of the statue, like moldy bacon dried by a farmer.
I don’t know what it is used for, but it gives people a very eerie feeling!
"The King of Heaven steps on the ghost statue!"
Lao Jiang slowly pulled out half of the black knife and moved forward alone along the corridor.
He told us not to follow him, because he suspected there was a trap in the corridor, and to prevent us from getting hurt, he planned to explore the path himself.
Just like that, Lao Jiang's figure disappeared into the dark passage.
There was only a length of sago in total. Because he was fully focused, he walked for a full minute before reaching the middle. Seeing that nothing happened, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and murmured to himself: "Maybe I am worrying too much? "
I have never seen such a nervous Lao Jiang. Just when we let go of our hanging hearts, the brick that Lao Jiang stepped on with his left foot suddenly sank in with a 'click' sound.
"Watch out!"
I yelled.
Fortunately, Lao Jiang was a black-sword unicorn, and his reaction speed was almost ten times that of ordinary people. At that moment, his whole body seemed like a cannonball, ejecting upwards and instantly away from the brick in question.
But the strange thing is that as the blue brick collapsed, no mechanism emerged, as if the owner of the tomb had played a joke on us.
"Did it take too long and the mechanism failed?" I stretched my neck, very curious.
"No, the agency is over here!" Master Diao's voice came slowly from behind.
The next second, I suddenly noticed that the golden sand under my feet began to swirl, and we fell deeply into it, as if we had fallen into a large blender.
Staggering, almost unable to stand still...
