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Chapter 73 The Road to the Afterlife

Lou Shiqi yawned and Chang Xiao walked over one after the other.

"Where are you going?" I grabbed him.

Lou Shiqi was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, so he reluctantly sat down in front of me. Chang Xiao sat aside without noticing.

I didn't expect Chang Xiao to stay here, so I lowered my voice and asked, "What did you see at the Temple of Set? What was it that made you stare?"

Lou Shiqi's eyes wandered. I poked his arm urgingly, and then he said with a sad face: "Your mural was discovered by others, and you didn't hide it."

I was so angry that I wanted to hit him. No one expected him to block the mural from others. I told him countless times to pay attention to people looking for the mural, but this guy could really mess with me.

Chang Xiao looked at it coldly for a while and said, "Why don't you show her the mural that was secretly photographed?"

"How did you know I took the photo?" Lou Shiqi's eyes widened in surprise, and then he groaned guiltily: "Actually, I didn't take many photos, I just kept a souvenir."

I couldn't help but hold my forehead. I asked Chang Xiao why he came over, and he could see our little jiujiu. Now that the matter was over, I went straight to Lou Shiqi and said: "Take you to the God of Set."

Tell me everything about the temple." Afraid that he would miss the point again, I added: "From the time you entered the underground building. Do you remember who mentioned the murals first?"

"As soon as we arrived at the temple, Big Beard asked people to tear down the murals on the surface, as if he was heading for the murals underneath." Lou Shiqi recalled.

In addition to Meng Weiqing, Teacher Bai, Lou Shiqi and Chang Xiao from 279, the people who visited the Temple of Set at night this time were also the British archaeologist Patrick, Boswell who pretended to be an archaeologist, and Stephanie's boss Carter.

Ladies and their mercenaries.

"The murals you saw during the day were actually there from the moment you entered the door, even in the passage leading to the ground." Lou Shiqi took out his mobile phone and handed it to me. "Don't tell me, after all the murals at the bottom are exposed.

It’s even more evil.”

He was not exaggerating this time. The covered layer was an incised mural, with various characters carved deeply into the wall, making it look particularly eerie when photographed. The most terrible thing is that this layer of narrative mural makes people confused.

In the pictures taken by Lou Shiqi, after the mural on the surface was completely uncovered, the story became coherent.

The mural on the south wall indeed depicts the mining of minerals during the reign of Thutmose III. The record begins as soon as you enter the door. Workers transported the mined stones to a temple in the desert; the middle content is about craftsmen making gold.

and copper utensils, picking figs and other rituals and preparations for tributes; at the end is the scene I saw before, a group of Egyptian workers mining stone crawling towards a cave.

What is puzzling is the record on the north wall. There are some strange scenes painted there: a leafy tree growing in the desert, the canopy of which can block the sky and the sun. There are also strange animal worships, such as the moon-devouring tree.

Jackals and falcons pecking at tree roots. Finally, it depicts an invisible god walking out of the big tree in the middle of the desert.

A god born from a tree?

The murals on these two sides talk about people on one side and gods on the other. After looking at it for a long time, I always felt that the content above should not end here.

"What if the mural is from bottom to top?" Li Yuan said.

From bottom to top?

"You mean, what we think is the end is itself the starting point?" I muttered this sentence and looked at Li Yuan in disbelief. He nodded.

If this is the case, then will the Mayan prediction of the end of the world not be a prophecy or a curse, but a piece of history?

"You're right, there is indeed something behind this." Chang Xiao suddenly joined the conversation, interrupting my bizarre speculation.

After removing all the upper murals from the Temple of Set, Buswell also felt that something was wrong. He was a ruthless man, so he immediately asked his mercenaries to smash the murals behind the altar.

Patrick held his collar and said angrily: "Are you crazy?"

Boswell didn't take it seriously that the taciturn scholar was so angry.

"There is no need for an Egyptologist here anymore." He called one of his men, "Please go up to the top and wait while the rest of us continue smashing. I want to see what's behind this before the moon comes out."

Teacher Bai left the Temple of Set with Patrick and went to the ground to guard the moon. Meng Weiqing and Chang Xiao watched with cold eyes and did not say anything to stop him.

After the wall was broken open, a sinister wind blew in his face. Lou Shiqi was stunned by this operation and couldn't recover for a long time as he looked at the tunnel leading to the deep underground.

"I didn't dare to go down, so I stood outside the passage and took this photo."

I didn't bother to laugh at him for being timid, I stared at the photo in front of me and fell into deeper doubts.

The paint on the stone wall, made from minerals mixed with animal milk, remains fresh over time, and the style of the painting is as rough as when civilization was not yet formed. The content of the painting is that the ancient ancestors were lying on the ground in a circle, holding up their hands.

There were stones on top of each other. Surrounded by them was a lotus blooming in the fire.

If I still can't see that those stones are iron ore, I can only consider myself blind.

"This looks like ancient rock art." I said doubtfully. "Based on the relative age of other Saharan rock art, the rock art in this tunnel cannot be later than 8,000 BC."

In other words, before Thutmose III built the Temple of Set, it was already a mature mineral vein.

Is it possible that the period of use here is older than we thought? But that’s not right, why are the rock paintings underground? What kind of coincidence made those people dig underground?

In addition, this mural also leaves a question: Why did they need to mine so long ago? It must have been at least 10,000 years ago, even before the Stone Age, there was no reason for smelting.

Based on the analysis of Blake's notes, the French archaeological team thought that they might see gold mines in the desert. Since the Temple of Set contains iron mines, the Bones of Set should refer to metal. The king's power may be due to

You have to smelt metal to make weapons. In ancient Egypt, the god worshiped by miners was Sekhmet. People also believed that the breath of the lion goddess formed the desert.

Desert and metal mines.

But this cannot explain why people in the Stone Age thought of digging for metal mines. And in ancient Egyptian mythology, where did the saying that the bodies of gods are made of gold come from? Is it really just their imagination, or is it the ancient Egyptians?

Have they seen something that convinced them?

The covered murals in the Temple of Set, the rock paintings deeper in the veins, and the Mayan predictions of the "end of the world" reminded me. Perhaps the magnetic field of the ore comes from an era that has a deeper relationship with the earth, earlier than

We don't know how many thousands of years.

I looked at the lotuses tempered by flames and the iron ore held up like sacrifices in the rock paintings, and I had a vague guess in my mind.

Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, Lou Shiqi added, "I felt it was a little scary down there, so I went up to find Teacher Bai. I didn't know what else was down there, but Big Beard and the others went down, and Chang Xiao followed them.

Went down."

As he spoke, he glanced at Chang Xiao. But the man was unmoved and had no intention of speaking.

I had to ask Lou Shiqi: "Then what did you see up there?"

Lou Shiqi chuckled and took out the notebook issued by the archaeological team. "Same as the time in the Valley of the Kings, the temple above has been restored. The photo cannot be taken, but I drew it for you."

He spread out before my eyes the temple of Set in the moonlight as if taking credit for it.

I didn't expect that this guy was really good at painting, and he was able to depict the momentum of the Temple of Set in just a few strokes.

"Who is going to sacrifice this time?"

Lou Shiqi shook his head blankly. "When I came out, the temple had already appeared."

I looked at Chang Xiao. He was writing and drawing in his notebook with drooped eyes and ignored me.

I looked at Lou Shiqi's painting again. The statue standing in the picture was indeed brightly lit by the moonlight and could not be seen at all. Lou Shiqi used comic lines to express this. Although he still has no face, his body is very

Discernible.

"Why is there a God of Min in the restoration of the Temple of Set?" I thought to myself.

"Minshen?" Li Yuan looked at me doubtfully.

"Maybe he wants to express the great harmony of life in the Temple of Set?" Lou Shiqi answered me and then told Li Yuan: "Minshen is the god responsible for reproduction, and he has one more genitals than other gods. Well, it's right here.

." He also pointed to a self-consistent bulge on Minshen Xiasan Road.

Li Yuanzheng looked at me, looking a little embarrassed.

I patted Lou Shiqi's paw away and asked, "Besides Minshen, what else appeared there?"

The image painted by Lou Shiqi ended at the end of the north and south walls, which should have been the end of the temple, where the altar was. But during the day we only found a prone statue of the god on the ground, with carved inscriptions under its feet.

Ancient Egyptian language.

In Old Blake's notes, I also saw the restoration of the Temple of Set. But he only recorded the stars and did not mention anything about the gods.

Lou Shiqi recalled with furrowed brows: "There seems to be something on top of the temple, but I just wanted to draw the Minshen for you."

"Okay, okay," I interrupted his speech about Minshen, "do you have any impression after looking at these?"

Min is the god of production in ancient Egypt, and sometimes serves as the patron saint of travelers in the desert. His function is similar to Pan, the later god of travelers in ancient Greece. However, the ruins of the Temple of Set under the moonlight cannot focus on displaying such a god.

image.

I dug out Blake's notes and asked Lou Shi to identify the image.

Lou Shiqi is a little short-sighted but does not wear glasses. He looked closely at the contents of the notes and said uncertainly: "I seem to have seen a few stars, but I don't remember seeing this one."

He was referring to Sirius.

"Because the moon happened to be out at that time." Li Yuan reminded, and then asked me: "Do you know the ancient Egyptians' interpretation of the stars?"

In a situation where the gods were divided, the ancient Egyptians had a self-contained system of astronomical knowledge. I know a lot about ancient Egyptian religion, but when it comes to the stars.

I was about to shake my head when suddenly my eyes lit up: "Does Laila know something? She said that she is an astrological priest. In the New Kingdom, she did have such a function."

Li Yuan looked in the direction of the Egyptian: "Just ask."

Laila was still standing under the starry sky far away from the fire. At this time, Arno and Alex had gone back to sleep, and Socrates was sitting on the ground patting the drum head. Only Ali and Hassan were still with her.

beside.

Li Yuan walked over and looked at the stars quietly.

Chang Xiao put away his drawings and spread his hands towards me: "I'll lend you the notes in your hand and give them back to you tomorrow."

He took it for granted, and I really couldn't think of any reason to refuse. So I left the calculation of the movement patterns of the stars, the analysis of the star tables and the calculation of the zodiac to Chang Xiao.

Later, after discussing with Li Yuan, I also handed over the Zodiac sponsored by Rhea.

"Jacqueline also mentioned some papyri with relevant records." I added.

After hearing this, Chang Xiao said: "I will confirm it."

After sending all the photos to me, Lou Shiqi stared at me longingly. There was really no place for him to contribute, so he went back to sleep with relief. I took a look at the few people under the starry sky and returned to the tent.

.

I lay in my sleeping bag and had several dreams in just over two hours.

Xia Shangzhou slept uneasily on the small pillow she brought. I sat up and she woke up immediately. She smoothed her hair and looked at me apologetically: "I'm sorry to disturb you. I just woke up."

I can’t sleep well when I leave home, it’s an old problem.”

I quickly said it was okay.

When Xia Shangzhou fell asleep again, I quietly walked around her and walked out of the tent in the dark.

A small bonfire was gathered in the 279 camp.

Today our vigil here is Guangyu. He is a gentle and gentle young man, revealing the harmless temperament of a scientific researcher. He does not smoke, he just lights the cigarette and holds it in his hand. There are only stars and stars in the whole camp.

The fire at his fingertips.

Keeping vigil in the desert is not only to guard against people, such as border guards and more liberal armed forces, but also to guard against animals. After all, it is difficult to encounter cute and harmless animals here.

There was a faint light coming from Meng Weiqing's tent. I even suspected that he had been transformed, as if he didn't need to sleep at all.

Li Yuan also sat down by the fire with a chill all over.

Guangyu pinched Li Yuan's wrist. Li Yuan moved slightly, but did not pull away.

Guangyu said: "Don't be nervous, I'm just taking your pulse."

I was interested as soon as I heard it. My pulse is not something that is usually seen. Although I and A Tian are in the same field, Guangyu's family runs a pharmacy. He did not inherit the family business, and now he has stepped into the 279 painting.

A completely different organization.

Now that the borrowed full moon is hanging above his head, Li Yuan's pulse is probably so chaotic that he can help King Lanling plunder the formation.

Guangyu let go of Li Yuan and did not issue any medical advice. Instead, Li Yuan chatted with him about some concepts of traditional Chinese medicine. I kept my guess and listened to the two of them talking about alchemy again.

Finally fell asleep by the campfire.

Li Yuan removed his hand from my eyes.

The sun has risen.

My friend is getting married today. She is a super cute and kind-hearted girl, and her partner’s family is also very nice to her!

Although they won't see it, they still wish the lovebirds happiness along the way.

(Yes, today’s update is very short again. I will change my ways and write out the serious chapters when I go back to BJ tomorrow!)

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