Daomu Biji

The two of us walked on the second floor of the Zhangjia Ancient Building, passing through the shelves where the iron figurines were placed. When we encountered collapsed ones, we stepped carefully and climbed over them. After walking for a long time, we arrived at the center of this floor. Location. There is a large space where nothing is placed.

Looking around from here, you can see that all the shelves on which the iron figurines are placed are centered on this point and arranged in a radial pattern, showing a complete set of Fuxi's sixty-four hexagrams.

However, apart from these iron figurines, there is nothing on this level. The iron figurines are all made of cast iron, just like what we saw under the ruins at the bottom of the lake before. They should be the remains of Milotuo sealed with iron.

"This is a warehouse." Fatty said. "When they were working on the project here, all the Milotuos who were killed might have been placed here."

"So many? There must be a camp here."

"It's not much. Didn't the deformed friend say that these things will move with the human body? It must have been formed during construction when these things kept gathering together."

The fat man said: "There are so many iron figurines that cannot be transported out, so they are all piled here. The Zhang family's tomb floor may still be above. Let's continue searching to see if we can find a passage upward."

This floor, like the ground floor, also has four huge pillars.

From the outside, the Zhang Family Ancient Building is eleven stories high. In addition to the floor buried in the quicksand underground, there should be eight floors above us.

This ancient building was entirely built with stones and wood from this mountain. The stones here are mixed with a large amount of "Miluo Tuo Stone", which is very rare.

There were a lot of messy footprints on the ground, and it was obvious that Menyouping and the others had also searched extensively here. The footprints are too jumbled to provide us with any reference.

The fat man raised his head, touched his chin, and thought about the footprints for a long time. While thinking about it, he said to himself: "There are too many footprints on the ground. It's hard to judge, but there must be traces on it."

I looked up following the sound. Just look at him sweeping the beams with his flashlight.

The beams are densely painted with strange Zhang family characters, which seem to have different systems. Each line comes from a different place, but the only thing in common is that we can't decipher it and don't know what it means.

In one of the lines, I actually saw a piece of heavenly writing.

The fat man stopped and said to me: "It seems that my guess is correct. As the most primitive family of tomb robbers, the Zhang family may be the only people in the world who know the truth about Chinese history.

They sealed all the secrets they brought out from the fighting in this ancient Zhang family house. "

I asked: "What do these words mean? Do you think the people who built this place understand it?"

The fat man said: "You don't have to know hens to have delicious eggs.

I guess the Zhang family provided the pattern, and then Style Lei designed it into the pattern.

These different weird words. They should all come from the broken fragments of Chinese civilization. If my guess is correct, here, the closer you are to the top floor, the closer it is to modern times.

Some secrets of Chinese civilization should be buried in the huge bottom floor of Zhangjialou, and have been completely buried by the quicksand. "

"Then if we go up, aren't we getting away from the biggest secret?" I said.

The fat man said: "Isn't the main mission of us brothers to save people?

If you think that I have given up even touching the underworld weapon, you should stop thinking about it, this is all a fucking book from heaven.

But I saw an inscription in it, which should be from the early Spring and Autumn Period. If you go up one level, you can probably see a large number of seal characters. "

So we continued to search and finally found a climbable mechanism on the west side of the building. The fat man got up first.

After going up, I was surprised. In this layer, there are no more iron figurines, replaced by a huge turtle.

The turtle's neck and limbs are very long, with a human face and a turtle body. The forelimbs end at human hands, the hind limbs are turtle feet, and the face is a female face, vicious and vicious. It looks like a smile but not a smile, like some terrible thangka figures in Tibet.

There is a depression on the turtle's back. There is a black ball inside, with faces carved all over it. It seems to be removable.

The fat man was amazed when he saw the stone statue: "Do you know the origin of this thing? This is a human statue of the Shiren people, a descendant of the Shennong family.

"Taiping Yulan" quoted "Customs" and said that the primitive people at that time lived in groups, had multiple wives, and had chaotic fertility. In order to make fertility clear, Nuwa asked each group living in the cave to make clay dolls and count the number.

Among them, the clay dolls used by the Shennong Kingdom were human and with turtle bodies. Later, this human-faced turtle body statue became the national emblem of the Shennong Kingdom.

"This national emblem is really shabby, but how could you, an uneducated person like you, go see "Taiping Yulan"?" I asked strangely.

"It wasn't because of the large breasts of Nuwa on the cover. I thought it was a pretty sexy book, but I didn't expect it to be so serious."

He said, "I still remember a passage in it - "One Eye Kingdom, one eye, with the upper part of the facade, Sheng, the grandson of Fuxi; Three Head Kingdom, Si Lei, three heads, and later Xuanyuan Chen; Shi Renguo, with a human face and a turtle body, is a descendant of Shennong; Jumang, with a human face and an island body, is the grandson of Fu Xi.' Do you still remember the human-faced bird we saw at Yunding?"

I squatted down and carefully looked at the details of this turtle, and I found that it was indeed similar to the human-faced bird statue we found in Genting.

I said: "Jumang is the god of wood and spring. Fuxi and Xuanyuan are both people from the mythical age. I don't know where this thing was dug out and carried here."

It is definitely not something we can dump out now. It must be the tomb robbers from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period. Only the tombs they dug at that time could have such things.

The Zhang family's seniority means seniority, and no one will recognize this thing when I take it out. "

The fat man said: "Who is the God of Spring? Does he care about Viagra?"

"He is the god of spring. Let's look around and see what kind of patterns there are on this floor. Maybe we can see things from other tribes around."

Just as he was about to explore, the fat man suddenly coughed again. This time the coughing was even more severe, until the whole person's lungs started to tighten, and the person was about to fall to the ground.

I immediately went to support him and saw that the phlegm he coughed up this time was full of blood.

When I looked at it, I couldn't believe it. This amount of bleeding must be no small matter. Could it be that the moment it shook the bag, it sucked in so much dust?

I thought it would be fine if he coughed it up, but now it seems that his condition has actually worsened.

After he coughed, his whole face turned pale. I immediately gave him a bottle of water and asked him to rinse his mouth. "Are you okay? If not, don't force it."

Looking at the blood he coughed up, he cursed and said to me: "We have to move quickly. If we stay here again, you will do the same sooner or later."

I supported him and rested for a moment before he pushed me away. Then we looked at the ground around us.

It was relatively empty here, and there was a series of extremely clear footprints on the ground, going all the way deep into the darkness.

While walking in the dark, I thought about all the things I might see immediately, but I didn't expect that. After walking around, I discovered that there was nothing in the third floor of the ancient building.

The footprints extend all the way around the ancient building. The owner of the footprints must be like us, thinking that the upward opening must be at the edge of the ancient building and near the pillars.

"Isn't the decoration here finished?" Fatty coughed a few times and asked, "I poured a bucket before, and it was the same. All the tomb chambers, murals, and reliefs were quite complete, but there was nothing inside.

I thought it had been robbed, but all the tomb doors were intact. "

I had some doubts. Looking at the footprints on the ground, I found that these footprints showed a very strange "stepping" sign. After walking for a while, the owner of the footprints will stop and circle in a small place.

"What do you think this is a sign of?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man covered his chest and said, "This is ballroom dancing. It seems that I'm in a good mood when I get to this level. Who can I waltz with?" As he said this, he made a waltz movement.

My heart is saying that your fucking lungs are rotten, and you are still thinking about nonsense. When I looked down at these footprints again, I realized that this was a state of wandering.

They might have discovered something strange here and stopped to take a closer look.

But there is nothing around, it is empty, what are you looking at? There is nothing worth stopping here, unless they encounter some unexpected situation here.

"Be careful." I looked at the tracks of their footprints and came up with this situation after a few steps. "According to my past experience, something will happen soon."

"I'm already semi-consumptive now, can you stop making trouble for me?"

I said: "Early warning is never a bad thing."

As soon as we finished speaking, we both heard a series of slight footsteps in the empty hall.

The fat man looked at me, and I looked at him. I asked: "Is it brother?"

The fat man shook his head and glanced around with his flashlight. I couldn't see anything. The fat man said to me: "Listen carefully."

The two of us calmed down and circled back to back, monitoring the surroundings while trying to track the footsteps. I immediately knew why the fat man was shaking his head.

The footsteps came from the ceiling. We shined our flashlights upwards and immediately discovered something strange about this floor.

The ceiling on this floor is extremely high and has many beams, forming a huge chessboard-like structure above our heads.

In the grids of these chessboards and in the shadows of the beams, I saw countless things hanging.

"That's awesome." The fat man's eyes widened. In the shadow of the entire ceiling. There are tens of thousands of small boxes hung up.

The boxes are large or small, with different shapes and patterns on them. At first glance, they are extremely spectacular.

"Fairy fruit." The fat man said, "It's fairy fruit. There are so many, there are so many!" To be continued