Archaeological Notes

Chapter 47 Tongue
That burst of yin and yang laughter made the monk and I feel scalp numb. If there was a cry from the scar, I would be more able to accept it; Guess what strange things happened to Scar.The monk looked at me with an idiot-like expression, and after a long pause he suddenly realized, and shouted: "Quick! Go to the top of the tower! Something happened to Brother Scar, I thought I knew him well, it would be impossible for him to look like this! "

The monk rushed ahead of me and ran up the stairs. I followed him anxiously, climbed up the stairs, and walked around the tower again. The door of the tower room on the ninth floor appeared in front of me.

The monk walked in without even thinking about it. At this moment, Scar's laughter stopped abruptly, and disappeared all at once.I told the monk not to worry, he called Scar a few times loudly, but there was still no response, so he simply took out the lighter and ignited it with a snap.The faint light illuminates the tower room, which is dark and gloomy, and the chilly air penetrates directly into the pores.I took a look at the scene of this tower room, familiar murals, carved beams and columns, and in the middle, there is actually a large red lacquered coffin!
My mind was a little confused, thinking that the tower room on the ninth floor overlapped with the eighth floor below?The monk walked over to look inside the coffin, shook his head and said, "No, we have turned back to the tower room on the eighth floor."

This is absolutely impossible. Just now we walked up the stairs and rotated, so we should be on the ninth floor now.I was so anxious that this matter was a bit weird, and sweat came out on my forehead, "Why can't I go to the ninth floor? Is this a ghost tower?"

A monk who believes in Buddhism is no better than an atheist like me, but my absurd idea is not entirely true to him. "Don't jump to conclusions, you are purely thinking, we can go again." He said.

Indeed, things can't be so nonsense, I made up my mind, this time I took the lead and went up the stairs.

The board creaked every time I stepped on it, as if it would break at any time. I walked extremely carefully and tried not to make unnecessary noises.And listen carefully, trying to find out the movement from other organs, because I always think subconsciously that we may have stepped on a staircase that is moving by itself without you knowing it. When alertness arrives, it changes itself, thus bringing you back to where you started.

This feeling is very subtle, because we think that there are no such things as ghosts and gods this time, but when I walked around the winding corridor around the tower and entered a tower room, I looked at the surrounding structure and almost lost my ass. fell to the ground.

It's not because of fear, but because I feel almost exhausted and haggard in my heart.The monk also began to get nervous. I tried to calm down my emotions and began to wonder what was going on.Suddenly, thoughts flew in my head, at this moment, such a familiar scene was suddenly recalled!

Video on the phone.

In the iphone I picked up under the bed in the hotel room, there is this passage, three people appear in this tower room, doing strange behavior.One of them was Lord Shuan Zi. They were put in this same way at the time, and they couldn't go up no matter what. They may have walked countless times, but they still stayed in this eighth floor tower room.I shared the general image of that video with the monk, but he shook his head and said it was wrong: "You are wrong, there are not three people, there should be five people!"

He continued to explain, "With the photographer and the one upstairs, isn't that exactly five?"

The Iphone is a product of the past two years, and I can guess how many people have been in this ancient tomb.In Dongyue three years ago, Master Shuanzi, possibly together with people from Xinjiumen, appeared in this tower.But they were the same as we are now, they came to such a dead end, but the difference between us is that the monk and I have no retreat, and we can't say that we can't go up, so we don't save Dao Scar.All Buddhist pagodas are built according to the four-character rule of "birth, old age, sickness, and death".Therefore, the number of floors of the tower body is mostly masculine numbers one, three, five, seven, nine, eleven, thirteen, etc., while even numbers such as two, four, six, and eight are extremely rare.

This means that the pagoda we are in has nine floors from the outside, so the internal structure must be nine floors, and it is impossible to build several more tower rooms to fool us.Thinking of this, I didn't feel any burden. I told the monk that since the scars can go up, it means that we can too, but we haven't found a way yet.I have a plan, let's go separately, you go up, I go down, if there is any mechanism, maybe we can see through it in one fell swoop.

The monk had no choice but to nod his head and say yes. He took down the ever-burning lamp from one side of the brick wall and lit one for me. I went down to the seventh floor and he went up to the eighth floor.

The lamp oil has been solidified for hundreds of years, and it is good enough to be lit. I held the lamp in my hand, and the flame on it seemed to be extinguished at any moment. I hurriedly covered it with my hands, and prepared to go down to the tower room on the seventh floor.The monk had already stepped up the stairs, and I walked out of the tower room. I just walked to the corridor outside the tower. After walking a few steps, I immediately saw a person walking down a curved corridor above my head and entering my hall. The tower room on the eighth floor came out, I was right, the sturdy body was unmistakable, it was a monk.

I stuck my head out of the corridor, looked at the structure of the tower above my head by light, and suddenly understood it as if enlightened.After figuring this out, I don't need to go down to the seventh floor, and I hurried back to the tower room on the eighth floor.Sure enough, the monk was sitting on the ground with his head downcast, depressed and anxious.

"There is no secret on this level!" I said to him as soon as I entered the tower room, "This is an extremely simple visual barrier, not even a mechanism, we were deceived, you may not believe it if you tell it."

The monk still didn't understand, "In my opinion, we may be ghosts hitting the wall. This floor is Li Jiaqiao, the son of the Zhang family. He is very famous. If you don't understand it, don't speculate. I'll fool you, sir. I'll be careful and I'll cut you."

The laughter from the tower room on the top still didn't stop. According to such a way of laughing, the scar may stop cooking after a while.Time was running out, so I could only explain to the monk in the most simple and easy-to-understand way: "When I was at the bottom of the pagoda just now, I felt that the pagoda was built extremely unreasonably, a bit like taking off my pants and farting. You have to go around the corridor outside the tower to enter the tower room, because the outside of the tower is absolutely dark, so your sight will paralyze you, and the corridors on the eighth and ninth floors are a crooked circle. When you After going up the stairs, you will unknowingly walk back to the tower room on the eighth floor from the diagonally downward corridor. But your own brain will make a wrong judgment, that is, you have already reached the ninth floor. layer, but it’s actually the opposite, you’re back where you started.”

When I said this in a hurry, the monk seemed to understand, "I almost understand, how can I go up?"

It is definitely not possible to go up just by sitting. I said that I still have to go up the stairs to have a look. The problem must be in the corridor.When the two climbed up the stairs, they slowed down their pace. I stopped and saw that there was a corridor in front of me, extending around the body of the tower. If I followed it, I would repeat the same mistakes and go to the tower room on the eighth floor.When I looked at the ninth floor on the top, the light was still flickering, but the light was much dimmer, and the switching was not as frequent as before.Scar may not be able to hold on anymore, and now that he doesn't have a rope on his body, he can't go up at all.I was thinking hard, but at this time the monk patted my shoulder and said, turn your head and see what this is.

Looking back, I saw a wooden railing behind the monk, and beside it was a dark space, very narrow and inconspicuous, like a stone path.I didn't think too much about it, so I walked in, thinking about where this trail leads to, go in and have a look before trying to find a way, but I don't plan to go deep.

The path of stone steps is not very long. After stepping on more than a dozen steps, a beam of light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, flickering.Then it became spacious, and a brand new tower room appeared in front of our eyes. I didn't even realize it. I couldn't believe that the secret to the tower room on the ninth floor was on the stone path behind me.No wonder this "hanging soul ladder" can confuse us. It turns out that inertial thinking is at work. The underground floors are all ascended in this way. When we reach the corridor on the ninth floor, we will naturally follow the corridor, not Notice that the stone steps in the small secret passage behind it are the only way to the tower room on the ninth floor.

In comparison, although the space of this tower room is the narrowest, its internal structure is the most luxurious. Twelve small bronze figures surround the stone room, placed against the wall, and glazed with light and shadow.All kinds of Buddhist instruments are mainly made of gold, silver, and copper, and there are also wood carvings, bone carvings, ivory carvings, stone carvings, sea shell carvings, and fabric products such as cloth, silk, and brocade.The materials are different, and the shapes are peculiar. They are distributed in the tower room in twos and threes, and the radiance is so bright that the eyes of the monk and I are straight.

But in the center of this tomb, there is a square bronze tripod, about one person high, and the light is shining from there.There was a burst of giggling, as if someone was choking his throat, and it also came from the belly of Ju Ding!It made me feel uncomfortable all over, and I wondered if the scar was inside?

The monk almost rushed up, ran to the huge tripod in two or three steps, grabbed the top of the tripod and kept looking inside: "Brother Scar! Are you inside..."

The monk just yelled, but couldn't yell out. He froze there all of a sudden, his body backed a few steps involuntarily, and his face turned into the color of a pig's liver.I knew that something bad might happen, so I immediately planned to go up to help, but at this time the monk called me: "Don't come over, I'm not sure I can get out of here, just stand still!"

Seeing him like that, the sweat on his face came out, and I could only worry, "What's the matter? You should give me a damn sentence."

"What's in here, I can't describe it." The monk said uncertainly, as if he couldn't recognize the thing, but the next sentence almost made me faint: "Brother Scar has mutated!"

I don't know what's going on inside the cauldron. I feel like a cat scratching my heart. The monk's words are too unreasonable. I can still understand you saying that the scar is abnormal. What does this mutation mean?When I wanted him to add some more descriptive words, I saw that the monk had retreated to my side, looking distraught and sweating all over his face.

I couldn't stand his miraculous state, so I wanted to go up to have a look, but the monk stopped me with his arm, "Let me come!" After he finished speaking, he seemed to have accumulated courage in his heart, took a deep breath, his eyes were full of determination, and shouted With a sound, he ran towards Fang Ding.When he was about to get close to him, the monk jumped up with a stride, kicked the cauldron with a bang.

I estimate that the monk's body must be at least two hundred catties. The power of this kick was like overwhelming, and the tripod was kicked to the side immediately.With a crash, the tripod fell to the ground, and first a small miner's lamp fell out, which was the kind that could automatically set the flashing frequency.Immediately after grumbling, a crimson monster suddenly crawled out from the tripod, wearing a rotting cassock, like a mollusc, with tongues all over its body!

(End of this chapter)