Tomb Raiders Discovery: The Ghost Spell of Pangu

Everyone soon came to the ninth floor. The ninth floor was the same as the other floors. It was empty and there was nothing on it.Buddhism believes that emptiness is form, and form is emptiness, and Taoism is famous for its Taoism and nature, so generally nothing is placed in the tower, and it is empty.In the words of Da Zhuang, looking at the tower is lonely, and sweeping the tower is even more lonely.

But the ninth floor is still somewhat different from other places. There is a huge picture painted on the dome, which feels a bit like the top of a Western church.However, this painting is very strange. Normally speaking, this position is either a Buddhist master or a Taoist ideal realm fairyland.But a lot of light yellow paint is used here, and the paintings are all deserts. I really can't figure out what the desert has to do with this pagoda.Everyone took a few glances and found it boring, so they ignored it, but Shui Yueqing still recorded it with his mobile phone.

"Go down." Father stood by the window and said in a low voice.

Da Zhuang leaned forward and asked, "Fourth Master, shall we go back?"

"Nonsense! If you don't go back, you're still celebrating the New Year here!" The old man seemed to be in a very bad mood, and everyone didn't dare to come forward to talk to him, but walked downstairs quickly and silently.

When they came to the first floor, A Fei and the others were waiting anxiously, and the six of them stood around the body of Grandpa.Only now did I realize that my unfilial grandson hastily squeezed through the crowd and walked towards him without even looking at him.Grandpa is not tall and a little thin. The eyes and nose of father and grandpa are indeed very similar.Perhaps because the place where Grandpa fell was near the terracotta warriors, there was no corruption in his body.However, there was a deep stab wound near Grandpa's chest. I took off the clothes and took a closer look. The murder weapon should be a bayonet-like weapon!

"Dad, my grandfather must have been killed by Kato!" I said to my father. Although my heart was a little ups and downs, after all, I didn't have any feelings other than blood relationship, so my emotions were pretty flat.

"How do you know that?" My father asked with a sigh.

I said: "There were very few people who knew about this place back then, but the one who could kill grandpa with a dagger must be someone close to him, and he had won the trust of grandpa. At that time, the only one we knew was Kato, who came with grandpa. It is very likely It's his killer."

Father shook his head: "Your deduction is too arbitrary. It is impossible to rule out whether other people were present at the time, and Kato was also missing during that operation. It is even more impossible to explain that he killed him. This is Can you see anything about the piece of iron that your grandfather got from Yanling?"

I jumped over in almost three steps at a time, and when I picked up the iron block, my hands were shaking with excitement, and Da Zhuang and Shui Yueqing also came over to watch.I put the iron block flat on my lap, holding a wolf-eye flashlight in one hand, but when I saw the content on the iron block, I couldn't help being surprised and disappointed!

I originally thought that this mysterious thing that has been passed down for nearly half a century should record something unbelievable, but what I didn't expect was that it was a painting, and I had seen this painting before. The last of those frescoes we saw in the cave before we entered the waterhole!This is just a scaled down version.

But questions arose one after another. This painting can almost be regarded as a map recording the location of the Eight Treasures Pagoda, but why was this picture engraved on such a piece of iron? The funeral object of the ancestor Yan Emperor!At the same time, this picture is depicted in an inconspicuous cave in Gaoligong Mountain, Yunnan, in the extreme south of China!

I looked at this piece of iron, and I was also puzzled for a while, damn it, is it real or not, could this thing really be touched by Emperor Yan back then?This is too abstract, isn't it the era of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors? Something from more than 4000 years ago?Did it exist in the early days of Chinese civilization?Isn't this fucking nonsense!It depends on the fineness of the texture, how could it be produced in that rough era?

"Dad, I have seen the picture above on the rock wall of the cave before. They are almost exactly the same. The author of the two pictures is either the same person, or one copied the other. In short, the two pictures are very closely related!" I road.

Father found a place to sit down, and then said to everyone: "Everyone has not rested for a long time, sit down and have a rest, let's have something to eat, we don't know how far we will go, so we may not have a chance to rest and eat. After finishing speaking, I also took out some food, and asked me while eating, "Is there anything else?"

"And—" I stared at the painting hard, wishing I could burn through it with my passionate eyes, but I couldn't see anything in the end, but it would be a bit too embarrassing to say that I don't know about so many people, I have no choice but to say what I just thought, which is related to the first article: "From the texture and strokes of this picture, it cannot be made in the Yanhuang era!"

My father didn't give me any chance to breathe, and then asked: "Then why did it appear in Yanling?"

"Oh, I know that." Da Zhuang rescued me at a critical moment: "In history, the Yanling Mausoleum experienced relocation and reconstruction, and it was not completely stabilized until the Southern Song Dynasty. The large-scale expansion, during this period, it is very likely that people will mistakenly leave it in Yanling as an ancient funerary object."

Shui Yueqing shook his head, and immediately denied: "Impossible, the ancients have a very strong ability to distinguish calligraphy and painting, and the style of this painting is completely different from that of Emperor Yan and Huang. No matter how confused the ancients were, they would not be so wrong. .Besides, Emperor Yan didn't know how to forge iron at all, so where did this piece of iron come from!"

Father nodded: "This girl is right. It can't be because she was put in by mistake. Then how do you think it got to Yanling?"

"There is only one possibility, it was put in on purpose!"

"Why?" Father's eyes lit up, and he asked with some joy.

"Because this person wants to keep a certain secret forever!" Shui Yueqing said thoughtfully: "The Emperor Yan and Huang are the ancestral tombs of the Chinese nation. It is impossible to be turned over by someone. It is safest to put this object in the Yanling Underground Palace, as long as he does not say anything, no one will turn over the head of Zuling for this piece of iron."

"Well said!" The father stood up suddenly after clapping his hands: "The girl sees things very thoroughly, which is the key to the whole thing. Xiaolong, look at her, she is still a girl, and she sees problems better than you." It's much more profound! However, I really can't figure it out, apart from being very weird and evil, what secrets does this tower have to spend so much effort to hide?"

Shui Yueqing shook her head and said, "I've thought about this question for a long time. If it's really just to protect this tower, then it's a bit of a fuss. No matter how good things are hidden underground, they have no value. Could it be that there is really a monster under here? In order to prevent the monster from being released intentionally or unintentionally, that person even concealed the entire pagoda?"

This sentence can scare many people, Ah Fei pointed to the ground and whispered: "You mean, there might really be a monster under the ground?"

"How is that possible! What era is this? You don't want to confuse people here!" Jianhua retorted righteously, but his body was trembling uncontrollably.

I didn't believe in ghosts and ghosts at first, but what happened in this tower made me change my previous understanding. I couldn't figure out under what circumstances, an ordinary glazed tower in a purely material world able to bleed!It's like having life features.It was also out of curiosity, so I couldn't help but ask, "Dad, shall we try smashing a statue?"

My father froze for a moment and didn't speak for a long time. He was about to run out of a cigarette, and then suddenly put the cigarette butt on the ground: "Okay! Don't do anything, his grandma, I put so much effort into it once, how can I leave it empty-handed?" Come back! Get the gun!"

Shui Yueqing stepped forward to stop him: "Mr. Qian, these statues are priceless cultural relics, did you really smash them to pieces?"

"There are hundreds of god statues here, why break a few!" Father saw that Shui Yueqing was still talking, and didn't bother to listen to her rambling, the gun rang out as soon as the trigger was pulled.Amidst the gunshots, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen god statues had been smashed to pieces by bullets.

Father put the gun in Ah Fei's hand, and sat cross-legged on the ground: "Hmph! I want to see what happens!"

Everyone waited silently, not even daring to breathe, and looked at the surrounding towers in horror. Almost everyone imagined the appearance of the legendary monster in their minds and how it would appear on the stage. 5 seconds passed, 30 seconds passed, 1 minute passed... 5 minutes passed quickly, and everyone just waited quietly for more than ten minutes, but nothing happened, and everything was still the same!

"Fuck! That bastard Chai Yu lied to us!" Bald Er cursed angrily.

Shui Yueqing was a little annoyed and said, "I really regret it, why didn't I shoot him at that time!"

Father shook his head, his clenched fists trembled for a while and then loosened: "It's too late to say anything now, all we're left with is this broken tower that can't be moved, let's go back. Ah Fei, bring someone to take it away." Take all the valuable things below that can be taken away, if I can’t get the treasure, then fill up the wallet! Xiaolong, you go too, tell them what is worth, and try to pick up the light ones!” The two Japanese pressed their hands. Couldn't help but followed suit.

In fact, apart from the big statue in the center on the lower floor, there are small statues on the eight walls. There is no picking or picking, just pick up the smaller statues and move them.Moreover, everyone has been in the industry for a long time. As the saying goes, they have read [-] Tang poems by heart, and they can tell if they can’t compose them. They know whether they are good or bad, and they don’t need me to point them out.