White Bone Monkey King

In the open square in front of the underground palace.

After going through many difficulties and life-and-death crises, Jin An and the others finally found the real tomb of the Lord of Teng Kingdom.

When they were at Longwangtai, there were more than thirty people among them.

There are only ten people standing in the square in front of the underground palace now.

Jin An, old Taoist priest, sharp sword.

Three eminent monks from Bailong Temple.

Weeping for two brothers.

Captain, Country Goddess.

Although I didn’t see anyone else along the way, it must have been a bit of a disaster.

"Ten...that's an incredible number of people!" Even Jin An couldn't help complaining about the number in his heart.

Snap.

Snap.

The clear sound of human footsteps slowly opened the underground palace that had been silent for thousands of years. A few torches dispersed the darkness, and the ten people stood in a row and looked up at the magnificent underground palace in front of them.

"Tsk, tsk, that's really impressive. Just a few scraps of stone bricks from this underground palace are enough for me to build six or seven coffins. How many coffins can be built for such a big underground palace?"

The old Taoist priest was really big-hearted and spoke without any inhibitions.

In the underground palace square, there are several rows of terracotta warriors.

The surface of these terracotta warriors is covered with a thick layer of dust, giving them a sense of history.

I don’t know whether it is because of the serious oxidation of the pigments, or because of the limitations of the times and the backward technology of the terracotta warriors in the past. These terracotta warriors are not painted pottery, but have a strange cyan color on the surface.

With an icy texture and dim light.

Quite weird.

A group of ten people held torches and walked past rows of green pottery terracotta warriors under the dim light of limited lighting.

The torch can only illuminate about ten feet away, and at a slightly further distance, there is only darkness. It is no exaggeration to say that you can't see even your fingers.

Under the gaze of the lifelike cold warriors, the footsteps of the ten people echoed across the square.

"Jin Engong, I noticed that every facial feature of these terracotta warriors is different. Each terracotta warrior has the same facial features and represents an independent person..."

The country goddess walked quietly behind Jin An and whispered a reminder.

At some point, the country goddess's clay pot containing the ashes and grave soil of a century-old corpse had been held in her hands.

Um?

Everyone didn't pay attention so carefully at first. After being reminded by the country goddess, they paid special attention to the facial features of the terracotta warriors on the way. As a result, they discovered that none of the facial features of these terracotta warriors were the same.

"Generally speaking, in the tombs of some princes and generals, there are often burial pits of terracotta warriors and horses, and these terracotta warriors and horses are painted according to the soldiers who led troops to fight during their lifetimes. There are so many terracotta warriors in the mausoleum of the Lord of Teng Kingdom. , every facial feature is different. Could it be that these warriors are carved according to the most elite personal guards controlled by the Lord of Teng during his lifetime? After his death, the Lord of Teng asked craftsmen to carve the shapes of each soldier. The purpose of carving the facial features of these soldiers on the warriors is that even if he dies, these most elite personal guards will continue to guard his tomb?"

The old Taoist priest was really generous. He held a torch, and every time he passed a soldier, he would hold the torch close and shine it on the soldier's face.

In the flickering flames of the torches, the facial features of every soldier in the square flickered on and off, as if they were twisting and changing under the firelight. Following the firelight, they became increasingly cloudy and gloomy.

Those lifelike facial features, no matter how you look at them, how weird they are, like the shadow of fire reflected in the clay eyeball, and the eyeball is rotating left and right following the light of the torch.

"Little brother, you said that there are so many terracotta warriors in the square, and the facial features of each terracotta warrior are different. Are these terracotta warriors buried alive? Or are they pottery figurines fired by craftsmen and carved with facial features according to military portraits? "

The old Taoist priest marveled at the exquisite craftsmanship of these terracotta warriors.

I asked on a whim.

Jin An looked at the old Taoist priest quite speechlessly, thinking that this old Taoist was also very arrogant and was not afraid of these soldiers suddenly blinking at him.

"They probably weren't buried alive."

Jin An shrugged and said.

The old Taoist priest withdrew his eyes that had been staring at the warriors, turned to look at Jin An in surprise, and asked: "How did you see it, little brother?"

Before Jin An could answer, General Duwei raised his finger and pointed in front: "Taoist Master Jin An probably saw the broken warriors, so he said that."

Everyone looked in the direction of the captain's finger.

Several broken terracotta warriors appeared in front of the team.

One of the terracotta warriors was smashed at the waist. The upper body was smashed to the ground and shattered, revealing a hollow body. The fracture of the terracotta warrior was made of clay.

In addition to this terracotta warrior, there is another terracotta warrior whose head was smashed off, and a terracotta warrior whose right arm holding a sword and half of his face were broken. The bronze sword fell to the ground.

A lot of dust has fallen on the bronze sword, and it seems that these warriors have been smashed for many years.

It can be ruled out initially that it was the underworld ferryman who entered first or someone else in their group who did it.

The fractures of these terracotta warriors are all made of clay, and the inside of the body is hollow.

"The human-dragon corpse was cruelly sealed alive in the bronze cauldron by the Lord of Teng Kingdom. Before his death, he carved Tengwen on the wall of the cauldron, mentioning that the Lord of Teng Kingdom had found a way to resurrect from the dead. There was a transformation in the real mausoleum. Dragon Pond, the Hualong Pond is the key to the resurrection of the leader of the Teng Kingdom. The leader of the Teng Kingdom still left so many soldiers and figurines after his death. Could it be that he really believed that he could come back from the dead and then lead his former subordinates? Come, leave Huangquan Road together, and return to the earth from the underworld?" Even the abbot of Bailong Temple looked curiously at the terracotta warriors on the square.

These green pottery terracotta warriors stood motionless in the square. Although they made the atmosphere a bit creepy, they only looked a little weird. Jin An and the others passed through the square smoothly and arrived at the gate of the underground palace without incident.

Snap.

Snap.

…

Ten people stepped on the steps and climbed up. The sound of their footsteps sounded particularly hollow and crisp in the empty ancient tomb, and spread far away.

The door of the underground palace has been opened. There are many messy traces left in front of the door, and there are many large potholes on the bluestone floor.

There was even an area with scorched black marks that were obviously burned by the fire. The area was so large that it almost spread to the square.

"It looks like traces corroded by aqua regia. It should be that when the first group of people entered the underground palace, they triggered the mechanism used to guard the tomb."

"And there should be not only aqua regia in this tomb, but also kerosene, both to protect against tomb robbers."

The captain just glanced at the ground under his feet calmly, and stopped paying attention to his feet. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the door of the underground palace in front of him.

When I looked at it from a distance, I didn't think it was anything.

Look closer now.

Just discovered.

The tomb gate of this underground palace is actually a huge iron gate rising from the spot.

The iron gate is heavy and thick, and the darkness hangs above the head, like a towering black mountain hanging above the head. It would crush a person, and I'm afraid it would be the same as Mount Tai.

No matter how hard the beef bone is, it will be crushed directly.

It was directly crushed into flesh and blood.

"Brother, this tomb door is actually an iron gate. Such a heavy iron gate weighs hundreds of thousands of pounds at least. Once the iron gate falls, no one outside can even think of opening it from the outside. It is equivalent to completely sealing the underground palace. Using explosives It can’t even explode…”

"But this doesn't make sense. Didn't the leader of the Teng Kingdom use the Hualong Pond to rise to heaven, resurrect from the underworld, and return to the earth again? He sealed himself in the underground palace, and the Dragon King became the bastard in the urn. He How can you come out? Isn’t this contradictory?”

Holding a mourning stick, the younger brother in the black robe among the mourners said in surprise to the elder brother beside him.

The white-robed brother holding the soul-beating stick was questioned by his younger brother who had many problems. Fortunately, Jin An helped the elder brother out of the situation at this time and restored his authority as the eldest brother.

Jin An looked at the iron gate and said, "This iron gate should be sealed from the inside. Although it cannot be opened from the outside, it should be able to be opened from the inside."

"There should be a complex set of mechanism techniques in this underground palace to raise the iron gate. The most commonly used mechanism techniques among the people are waterwheel mills, pedal waterwheels, etc."

"There was a big river on the way we just came. Those craftsmen must have built a water diversion culvert under the underground palace. The water from the river was diverted to drive the water wheel, and then the water wheel drove pulleys, pulleys, winches and other mechanisms. Just like The principle of the city gate is the same, except that the city gate in the underworld is guarded by living people, who only need to cooperate with the winch, but here is the tomb of the dead who can only lie in coffins and cannot move, so the winch needs to be driven by water diversion... "

Jin An's detailed explanation made the mourning brothers admire him greatly.

"Taoist Master Jin'an, I didn't expect that you also know these magical skills of Dunjia and Wooden Ox and Flooding Horse."

Not to mention the mourning brothers who admired Jin An, even the captain general and the abbot of Bailong Temple looked at Jin An in surprise.

Seeing Jin Engong's omniscient knowledge and astonishing skills, even the country goddess looked at Jin An with even more respect.

"Old Taoist, I finally understand!" At this time, the old Taoist priest suddenly said with surprise and joy.

"According to what my little brother said, maybe if we search nearby, we might actually be able to find a robber's cave. Those tomb robbers should have entered the underground palace through the underground channels under the mausoleum, and then opened the underground palace from the inside!"

What the old Taoist said makes sense.

But now there is no need to go out without a door and find an illusory burglary cave in such a large open place.

Next, the ten people began to enter the underground palace cautiously.

When passing under the iron gate, everyone couldn't help but look up at the heavy iron gate above them, which was full of oppression.

"It's so damn thick. If it falls accidentally, it will be shattered into pieces. Even a shovel won't be able to remove it!"

The old Taoist priest looked up at the dark and thick iron gate, shrank his neck, and hurriedly passed through.

Jin An: "..."

"Shut up your crow's mouth, which is the thirteenth sign of the Chinese zodiac: crow."

The old Taoist priest saw that everyone turned to look at him at this time. He also knew that he had spoken too quickly, so he hugged everyone apologetically and smiled coquettishly.

…

When entering the underground palace, Jin An was slightly startled after roughly seeing the scene in the underground palace clearly with the help of the weak lighting from the torch in his hand.

He saw a scene that surprised him.

At this time, the old Taoist priest who entered the underground palace was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "Mom, little brother, this little brother is evil!"

Then the country goddess was also stunned when she came in.

The mourner brother was also stunned.

Everyone entered the underground palace one after another, and they were all shocked by the scene in front of them. Immediately afterwards, a chill surged in their hearts, and they were all frightened at this moment.

This underground palace is simply evil!

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them!

There were ever-burning lamps in the underground palace. Although they were not as bright as daytime, they allowed Jin An and the others to have a panoramic view of the scenes in the underground palace. Those ever-bright lamps with mermaid paste as candles illuminated the magnificence, splendor and perfection of the underground palace. It was built according to the one-to-one palace ratio.

The underground palace is not made of cold stone as it looks from the outside, but with carved beams and painted buildings, golden towers and jade railings. A large number of precious giant trees are used in the underground palace, inlaid with gold and jade. This magnificence is not inferior to the grandeur of the palace, especially With the dozens of wooden beams carved with powerful and majestic dragon pillars, it is no exaggeration to say that this is a dragon palace.

But that wasn't what made the old Taoist priests feel frightened.

But those motionless figures...

At this time, in the underground palace, there are many figures, and those people are all green pottery figurines. Among these green pottery figurines, there are men and women, old and young, guards, maids, eunuchs and father-in-laws, and people from the court. Civil and military officials...

Faces are carved lifelike by craftsmen, each representing their status in front of them.

But they are all dead objects of pottery figurines.

Then the craftsmen put them into poses one by one, and they existed quietly for thousands of years, standing or sitting motionless in the underground palace, feeling alone and silent for thousands of years.

Here, there are eunuchs carefully serving the officials; there are palace maids in thin gauze who are squatting or kneeling to pour wine for people; there are civil servants who are changing cups, holding wine glasses frozen in the air; there are military attachés discussing military affairs in front of maps; There are poets reciting poems and poems; there are star officials divining the stars...

Thousands of years ago, a small country leader made pottery figurines of all the people who performed their duties under his rule. They looked like they were in life and continued to maintain the same glory and wealth in the underground tomb after death. They refused to Give up rights.

"The rumor that there is a dragon palace under the Yinyi River is indeed true! This is not a tomb, it is clearly a dragon palace with all kinds of soldiers and generals." The old Taoist priest became more and more surprised as he looked at it and said to Jin'an.

The interior of this underground palace is huge.

Going deep into the mountain rocks, you can't even see how far away the end is...

After passing the initial surprise, the ten people walked down the steps and carefully descended into the underground palace, carefully avoiding the motionless pottery figurines.

Although these pottery figurines are dead objects, it has long been proven that they are just clay and paper figurines.

But there are too many pottery figurines here.

No matter who encounters so many pottery figurines in the tomb, each one of which is as lifelike as a living person, he will feel somewhat restrained.

This is not about fearing ghosts and gods.

Rather, people need to maintain a certain degree of awe and distance from the unknown.

Everyone followed the steps and went down to the underground palace. Within a few steps, they saw a cave on the luxurious white floor paved with white marble. It was pitch dark under the cave, but there was the sound of running water.

"Little brother, it seems that I was right. Sure enough, there is a thief hole that leads all the way into this underground palace..."

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, everyone noticed that on the back of a pottery figurine near the Robber's Cave, there was actually a strip of cloth torn off from the sleeve.

The strip of cloth was still very new and not dusty. It looked like it had been put up recently. There were words on the strip, as if someone was actively reminding them of something. Everyone came closer to see what was written...