the last priest

Once again struggling to climb up the waterfall along the bronze chain, Chaozi carried Leng Yiran on his back without saying a word, Zhuo Xiong looked at his distraught look, feeling anxious and uncomfortable, he probably already guessed the result.

Zhuo Xiong patted him on the shoulder and said, "Chaozi, we promised Brother Wen Bin that we will get out alive..."

Chaozi gently took his hand away, blinked his eyes a few times, his lips trembled slightly, and after a long time, he forced a smile and said: "It's okay, brother Wenbin is lucky, let's go out first, outside Wait for him!" After speaking, he took the lead and walked out with Leng Yiran on his back.

Zhuo Xiong looked at the generous back, said no more, and followed him up.

They didn't have much supplies left, and if they delayed for another day, they would either die from sleepiness or starve to death, so Chao Zi accelerated the pace of progress.

I don't know how long I walked until I lost feeling in both legs, but I was just walking mechanically, without stopping for a moment on the way.

"Front, Chaozi, look ahead, there is light!" Not far from them, there was a little light, which made Zhuo Xiong very excited, and shouted loudly to Chaozi.

Chaozi, who had been walking with his head down, finally raised his head. He saw, saw that ray of light, or rather, that gleam of hope, and they finally came out!The corner of Chaozi's mouth moved slightly, he weighed the person on his back with his hands, quickened his pace again, and walked towards the hope in his heart.

The moment he walked out of the cave, the long-lost sunlight hit his face, and a gust of mountain wind blew in. He couldn't hold on any longer, and finally fell down.No matter how much Zhuo Xiong yelled and yelled in his ears, he couldn't resist the heavy eyelids, and when he woke up again, he would definitely not think of a different appearance.

Speaking of which, what will happen to Mochizuki Kazuki who entered the cave on the right?Is it true that what the old man Zhuo said, this side represents life.

The two inflatable kayaks moved along the river on the right, one behind the other, with the five burly men leading the way, and Mochizuki led the Momoi sisters and the old man Zhuo behind.

From a visual point of view, this is no different from an ordinary underground cave, with a dark environment, icy river water and strangely shaped stones.

Relying on the weapons and equipment in their hands and the large number of people, they moved much faster than Cha Wenbin walked to the left. Except for the occasional "ding dong" sound from a few drops of water dripping on the rocks, there was nothing else. The road went exactly as the old man Zhuo said, unimpeded, and he was quite on guard at the beginning, but he gradually relaxed.

After walking for about ten miles, suddenly, the kayak in front stopped, and the kayak behind it had no time to brake, and hit it head-on, causing the people on the back kayak to shake back and forth, especially the old man Zhuo. His body was not strong enough, and he almost fell into the river with this blow.

Mochizuki was furious like thunder, and opened his mouth to reprimand, but Momoi Chiyo's words made him shut up before he could utter a single word.

"Patriarch, there is a boat ahead!"

Sure enough, right in front of them, a wooden boat tied by two chains was lying quietly on the water, blocking their way.

Why is there a boat here?Mochizuki stood up with the help of the light and took a closer look. It was a small wooden boat with a wooden cover on it. It looked similar to the modern black-covered boats we often see in the Jiangnan generation, except that the shed of this boat was also covered. It was completely sealed, and under the illumination of the light, the whole body was faintly glowing with white light.

Mochizuki is an extremely domineering and egotistical person, and when there is an emergency, he is the first to rush up to look at it. The two kayaks are squeezed in parallel in this small space, which is very cramped.He pressed the hull of the ship with his fingers, and his fingers were slightly dented inward, "It's soft!" Mochizuki said.

A few big men also tried to press it with their hands, and it was indeed as Mochizuki said, they could be pressed. Seeing that the two bronze chains tied to the hull were already rusted, it definitely did not look like a modern practice.He has been in China for so long, so he naturally understands that the history of bronze utensils that appear in desolate places is probably thousands of years old.

"Mr. Zhuo, you have lived here for so long, do you know what it is made of?"

The old man Zhuo followed suit, tried to press it a few times with his hand, then stuck it on it, sniffed it with his nose, and said, "Lend me the flashlight."

After taking the flashlight handed by the big man next to him, the old man Zhuo observed it carefully again, and said with certainty: "This is 'Sheber', my dear, this man is really generous, using such a big piece of 'Sheber' to hit the flashlight. Such a boat."

Seeing that the old man Zhuo knew this thing, Mochizuki was very happy, and asked: "What is 'Xuebai'? What does it represent?"

The old man Zhuo put away the flashlight, went back to the kayak, crossed his legs and said: "As the saying goes, the thousand-year-old 'hengchong' Wannian fir is no match for a branch of 'shecypress'. This 'sheberwood' is a precious wood. I Zhuo The old man has learned carpentry skills since he was a child, and he used to make a coffin with this kind of high-quality wood for others. According to the owner, he can use gold to make a coffin of the same size with gold. You can imagine this The preciousness of planting trees."

Mochizuki only knows the value of sandalwood and golden nanmu, but has never heard of another kind of wood that is so valuable. Looking at the white light of the wooden boat, it is really the same color as snow.

"Then why is it soft?" Mochizuki asked.

The old man Zhuo took a puff of cigarette comfortably, pointed at the wooden boat and said: "From the perspective of an old man, this boat is not just an ordinary 'sheba'. Because 'sheber' grows very slowly, it takes ten thousand years to become a useful person. Rumors say, In ancient times, some people baconed meat, but because the jars could not fit, they put part of the meat into wooden barrels made of 'sedar' wood. When they picked up the meat half a year later, they found that the meat in the jar had rotted, and the meat in the barrel But well preserved.

When I first moved to the town, the construction team accidentally dug up an unowned old grave due to the construction of tourism. The corpse in the coffin was well preserved, but it rotted shortly after the opening of the museum. up.The coffin containing the corpse was made of 'sheppel'.According to the comrades of the archaeological team, the coffin should have a history of thousands of years, and the owner is likely to be an ancestor of Cuba and Shu.

But Mr. Mochizuki, there is no kind of wood in this world other than golden nanmu that can be soaked in water for thousands of years without decay. There is only one way, and that is to separate it from water! "

"Water-proof?" Mochizuki looked at the wooden boat floating in the river. Looking at the waterline, there were at least tens of centimeters below it. How could it be separated from the water?

"That's right," the old man Zhuo continued, "there is a way to separate the water. 'Snow Cypress' is originally a kind of Chinese fir, also called silver fir, and its color is not white, but milky yellow. After that, a white tree pulp will flow out. If you use this tree pulp to coat the outside of the built wooden boat and wait until it solidifies, then the ship is actually wrapped in the tree pulp, much like amber. That layer will not be damaged even if you blow it in the wind and rain, so we can see that the ship is milky white, and it is a little soft when pressed, which means that the ship is coated with a thick layer of tree pulp.

You must know that only a little pulp will be produced after a 'Snow Cypress' is cut down, and judging from the materials used for this ship, there may not be enough wood pulp if dozens of mountains are cut down. A snow cypress as thick as a bowl can be exchanged for ten acres of fertile land. Mr. Mochizuki, you should know in your heart how much this ship is worth. "

Although Mochizuki Kazuki was born in a Japanese aristocrat, and he was dedicated to collecting treasures for the royal family, he had seen many rare treasures, but after hearing what old man Zhuo said, he couldn't help but look at this ancient ship with admiration.If this thing is true to what he said, if it is pulled out, it will be a priceless top-level national treasure, and it is still so well preserved, but how can such a valuable thing be tied up in such a river?

Mochizuki glanced at her head, stared at the proud old man Zhuo and said, "Mr. Zhuo, are you talking nonsense?"

The old man Zhuo saw the scar on Wangyue's face turned red, he quickly put away Erlang's legs in fright, put out the cigarette in his hand, straightened his posture and said quickly: "Hey, Mr. Wangyue, I dare not talk nonsense about this. The old man doesn’t understand other things, but I’m an expert on this wood. Because of its super antiseptic ability, most of these things are used by the rich and powerful to make coffins. Look at the ship in front, the shed is sealed to death It’s dead, I think there’s probably something inside, maybe it’s a water burial!”

"Water burial, don't you Chinese pay attention to burial?"

The old man Zhuo shook his head again and again, and explained: "We also have a water burial for floating corpses, which is to put people on a log, put them in the river, and let them float away. Maybe this is it!"

Mochizuki grinned, and smiled: "This is easy, you guys, go and open the wooden boat, let's see if the old man Zhuo lied! If he lied, just stuff him in and do a water burial !"

After hearing this, the old man Zhuo's legs went limp, and he slumped down in the kayak, not having the slightest bit of magic just now, he said tremblingly: "Mr. Wangyue, Mr. Wangyue, you are joking, right? Are you kidding the old man, right? I’m not sure what’s inside. If it’s really a dead person, if it’s opened and disturbs his tranquility, he will be punished by ghosts. I think we should hurry... "

Mochizuki ignored it at all, and just laughed wildly: "Open it, let's see China's ghost ship!"

Several burly men jumped onto the wooden boat one after another regardless of their reasons. . . . . .