Indiana Jones

Chapter 248: Entering the Mausoleum for the First Time (03)

The wide corridor was empty, and it felt weird to walk in. There were many strange patterns carved on the huge corridor pillars and birds and beasts that they didn't recognize. What I can recognize is a kind of thing that seems to be looking at the sky, but it doesn't look like it.

There are messy footprints in the dust all over the floor. After those people came in, they have been advancing along the corridor. It can be seen that they have conducted a detailed search here, and some organs have been dismantled, which saved them a lot. Soon they followed these traces into a courtyard, which was a bit similar to the small layout inside the palace. I don’t know which kind of residence is the concubine or the palace maid. There are all kinds of pavilions, pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, which made them even more surprised The most surprising thing is that there are still flowers and plants in the yard. At first they thought that these things were fake and made by hand, but soon they felt that something was wrong. Man-made things should be exquisite and must not mess with weeds. Overgrown?When I touched it, I found that it was real, the trees were thick and tall, and they were alive, and those footprints disappeared in these weeds.

"How can there be Hua Cong in this kind of place? Can you live without the sun?" Stan was really amazed the more he watched.

"It's really strange. This is an osmanthus tree. It takes hundreds of years to grow so thick. The dozen or so messy trees should be its descendants." The woodcutter touched the sweet-scented osmanthus tree beside him, "I didn't expect it to grow deep in the ground. So good too."

"This tree has grown into the house." Zhao Chenggong went under the eaves and reached out to push the window broken by the branches, but the whole window fell down when he touched it.

"Yin Yin Wood." Lin Feng looked at the windows that fell on the ground, "It seems that all the doors and windows here are made of this kind of wood."

"Wan Yin... how can you use this kind of wood when the word is so unhappy?" Guo Zhongxiao felt strange.

"Do you need to celebrate in the tomb? The Yinxian tree was originally called the Diyin tree, also known as the Yinxian tree. It is an excellent material for tombs. It is said that it will not rot for a thousand years, and it is rare to find. It was named after the Ming Dynasty. At that time, this kind of tree was completely mythical. As for why it was called this kind of name, it is not known. It is only mentioned in a few documents of the Ming Dynasty. I used this kind of wood to make the inner and outer coffins in my mausoleum, but none of the ones I found seemed to be enough to make half a coffin, so I had to let it go." The woodcutter said slowly as if he was teaching.

"Then isn't this thing very precious?" Stan's eyes lit up.

"Of course, you have to take out just this one window. I guess you'll spend your entire life eating and drinking." The woodcutter said while observing the layout of the yard, "there may be some left in the grass. trace."

Zhao Chenggong raised the flashlight to shine into the window, and found that there was actually a person sitting inside, and he was sitting less than three steps away from him, because he appeared so suddenly that he was so scared that he sat on the ground: "People... ...someone."

"This is a wood carving." Lin Feng glanced at it and left.

Zhao Chenggong got up from the ground with a face full of horror, and took a closer look with the flashlight to find that it was an extremely realistic wooden statue. It may be because of the age that the clothes on his body had become fragments, and the style could not be seen at all. The original color of the wood is gone, and the face seems to be over-painted. It is vaguely recognizable that this is a very handsome face, but it has lost its brilliance for a long time, and it is even a little shriveled. It looks like there is an indescribable evil. , but the gold on the ears is still shining...

"Grandma, I'm scared to death." Zhao Chenggong said with a long breath of shock.

"This way." Li Siming stood up from a corner of the wall, "There are footprints here, they jumped over the wall from here."

"Why jump over the wall if you don't go through the door?" Guo Zhongxiao said, looking at the black door not far away.

"The doors here are run by ghosts." Stan said in a nonchalant manner, obviously trying to scare people.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, most of the doors here are sealed, maybe for longer preservation." Si Xuanyi said, in fact, he didn't know if this was the case, he just guessed.

"Go, keep chasing." Li Siming climbed up the wall, but it was still dark outside.

When Zhao Chenggong saw that they were leaving and no one was paying attention, he stepped onto the window sill, stretched out his arms and smoothed off the pair of earrings on the wooden man's ears, and took off the ring and jade bracelet from the wooden man's hand, and then backed out tightly. He walked a few steps to keep up with the others, anyway, he was the last one to step up the wall, and at the moment he crossed the wall, he looked back in a strange way, wondering if it was his illusion that the wooden man seemed to be But when he got to the window and looked at him ferociously, he almost fell off the wall in fright. Fortunately, Si Xuanyi helped him up, "Why are you in such a panic?"

"No, no, it's okay." Zhao Chenggong continued.

Outside the wall is a wide blue brick and stone road. The deep stone road leads to nowhere. There are many trees and weeds on the roadside. Many big trees are covered with vines. There are also many trees drilled out of the blue stone road. The grass looks messy and disorganized. It can be seen that it should have been built completely according to the palace pattern back then. Not only the buildings were built, but also the complete vegetation layout. It is a pity that no one cares about it after thousands of years. The trees have already multiplied and multiplied. After leaving the grove, the flowers and plants have grown in a mess without their original appearance, but they don't understand, how can the real vegetation grow so lush in this deep underground?

"This d8f is really strange? It is said that it is a mausoleum and it is built like a palace, and it is underground, and there is no seal on it. How can it be called a mausoleum?" Guo Zhongxiao couldn't figure it out.

"There is no sealed soil? Is it possible that it must be buried deep in the soil to be called sealed soil?" The woodcutter said while observing the surrounding situation, "The emperor pursues death as much as life. What he enjoyed during his lifetime, he will enjoy after death. In the end, you will live underground. Everything here may be built according to the environment in which the deceased lived. Therefore, according to the old system, everything completely applies the pattern of the above-ground buildings, but also incorporates some burial rules. It’s very ingenious, and it does have a style, but it’s just that the style doesn’t tell which dynasty it belongs to.”

"Old man, why do you know so much?" Stan asked. After seeing this place again, nothing strange happened. In addition, it looked like entering an ancient city without people, but it didn't have the eerie mausoleum. His courage Then I gradually grew up, and when I became bolder, my curiosity naturally increased.

"I eat more salt than you eat rice. Is it strange to know more things?" The woodcutter replied neither salty nor bland nor soft nor hard, obviously he didn't want to say more.

Stan made a fool of himself, and changed the subject a little embarrassed, saying, "Oh, it's almost dawn, and I haven't slept all night."

"What's the difference between dark and dawn in this bird place?" Li Siming thought he was a little ridiculous.

"Yes..." Guo Zhongxiao turned his head with a strange expression and stammered, "Okay...ok...it seems...it seems that the sun is coming out at dawn."

(End of this chapter)