Just now, I was thinking about it, and my thoughts in my mind had already flown to the technology channel beyond the sky. I gathered up the melon seeds of my brain that were made in this antique stall, and quickly got back to the book.
With doubts, I hurriedly tried to understand the words engraved all around.
Soon, I learned a shocking secret from this dense text!
It turns out that this mausoleum was built secretly by Cao Cao. Although he did not proclaim himself emperor publicly, he built a palace underground.
Cao Cao is a great strategist. He knew that the environment at that time was not mature enough to be the emperor of the world.
Therefore, he settled for the next best thing and chose to be the emperor of this underworld.
Unfortunately, all this has long been plotted by Sima Lao Yi, who looks down upon him like a wolf.
Later, Sima Yi mastered the secret and replaced Cao. The appearance was changed to the style of the Jin Dynasty, and the internal layout was also greatly modified.
Although the Jin Dynasty had not yet been established at that time, and Sima Zhao's intentions were known to everyone later, the style of the underground palace of the Western Jin Dynasty was inherited from Sima Yi, the first author.
In other words, Cao Cao never became the emperor in his entire journey, and Sima Yi never became the emperor in his entire life.
They were all succeeded by their descendants, Cao Pi and Sima Zhao to complete their mission.
But I have to say that all Cao Cao's life's efforts did indeed make Sima Yi's wedding dress!
Who allowed Sima Yi to live for a long time? He forced the Cao family to death!
But the sins Sima Yi committed in his life were finally repaid.
He arbitrarily modified the palace that Cao Cao secretly built, and failed to control the feng shui and fire conditions, causing his descendants to kill each other.
The content on this stone base describes in detail what happened at that time.
The mausoleum built secretly at that time was not completed, Cao Cao died first, and then the secret was learned by Cao Pi.
Cao Cao had warned Cao Pi numerous times to be wary of the Sima clan. They could only be reused but not trusted. If necessary, they could be killed or even annihilated!
But history profoundly tells us that Cao Pi did not choose to obey his father's instructions.
Cao Pi's style was to employ people without questioning them and to use them without suspicion.
This style of employment is naturally suitable for loyal and direct ministers. But he happened to use it on Sima Yi.
Cao Pi shared Cao Cao's ultimate secret, the secretly built palace, with Sima Yi, and ordered Sima Yi to continue building it, taking full responsibility for the "late emperor's" last wish!
A traitor is as loyal as a traitor! This is the most suitable word to describe Sima Yi!
Sima Yi, who was able to bend and stretch, restrained his sharp edges, kept a low profile, and had endless scheming, could be said to have played Emperor Wen of Wei around.
Sima Yi agreed on the surface, but after he inspected the half-built underground palace, he directly abandoned the Han style.
He used his own ideas instead, which also greatly damaged Feng Shui.
Neither Cao Cao nor Sima Yi claimed the title of emperor, but they both wanted to live in the imperial mausoleum. This is something they have in common. But he did not follow Cao Cao's Feng Shui strategy.
Cao Cao was able to initiate the Golden School Captain, so he was naturally unique in his Feng Shui attainments.
This Sima man has been cautious all his life, but he was arrogant and arrogant in the matter of Feng Shui pattern, which harmed future generations.
Everyone knows Wolong Zhuge, but they don’t know that Sima Yi judged Zhuge Liang’s daily income of three liters of rice and judged that he was not going to die soon. Sima Yi is also the best among men, and the best among men exists.
Sima Yi and Tokugawa Ieyasu were both famous for their "forbearance", but one was reviled by later generations, while the other became a hero.
And the reason why the Sima clan is reviled by the world is also because of the Eight Kings Rebellion! It was the rebellion of the Eight Kings that caused the ultimate disaster of the Five Husbands!
The reason is that the internal strife among Sima Yi's descendants is not only due to the sins he committed during his lifetime, but is also inseparable from the tampering with Cao Cao's secret mausoleum.
The further the text goes, the more panicked it becomes, as if it was recorded secretly under extremely critical circumstances with limited time.
I even had the illusion that the last paragraph of text was carved recently, and there seemed to be traces of unrepaired details between the lines.
But I firmly believe that this is an illusion. This ancient tomb has been sealed for thousands of years, so why would anyone come here intermittently to carve words?
At the same time, I was thinking, who burned these words? These words undoubtedly conflicted with the two major families, the Cao family and the Sima family.
How did he learn these inside stories? Moreover, is this inside story really true?
At the same time, I was thinking, which of the eight kings of the Western Jin Dynasty had high literary attainments, and it was only a prince who could carve these words. Who could be the one who could carve the words himself?
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard another groan.
This sudden sound sounded so close, and it actually came from this square bulge!
Immediately afterwards.
Boom!
It was a knocking sound from someone inside!
In an environment where you can hear the sound of a pin falling to the ground, hearing such a sound suddenly is like thunder exploding out of thin air!
I just felt that my heart was beating wildly, and it jumped into my throat a few times.
He swallowed hard, and despite the cool breeze on the back of his neck, he didn't dare to breathe out!
Who is knocking in this stone box that has been sealed for thousands of years?
Faced with the sudden movement, I took a few steps back. Long Wu was the same as me. He retreated slightly slower than me, as if he wanted to protect me from behind.
The fat man's searchlight shone from behind. He sensed that something was wrong. Seeing us stiffly stepping back, he couldn't help but curse: "Fuck! The knock just now was not caused by you two!"
It was originally guessed that the Nanwen Immortal Stone was stored inside, but now it seems that it might just be a thousand-year-old rice dumpling.
Suddenly I thought of the Sartre who escaped just now. Maybe that thing has advanced intelligence and knows that we will enter the ear room here. As long as it touches the breath of strangers, the rice dumplings inside will rise up. That guy escaped early!
I suddenly thought, it’s wrong!
When Sartre ran away, he seemed to be holding something in his hand, like a pecking stone for carving!
moment.
A creepy suspicion instantly shot through my body like an electric current!
Could it be that these words were engraved by Sartre?
But how could Sartre know so much inside information?
Sudden! An even more bold guess suddenly formed in my mind.
Damn it to his grandma, one of the eight kings would have turned into this kind of thing. This Sartre was from the Jin Dynasty who lived for thousands of years!
But what could it be that even the prince of the Western Jin Dynasty who had become a Sartre was afraid of?
In the end, reason prevailed over curiosity.
I saw the fat man rushing in to help, so I hurriedly shouted to him: "Don't come in! We can't afford to mess with the things in here! Come on, let's follow the Satyr's escape route, it has secrets on it!"
After shouting, no matter how loud the knocking sound became, Saya ran away. Following the safe route that Sater had already taken, we came to a side hall.
I actually ran some distance just now, raised my head and exhaled loudly, but I saw three leaks on the top of the side hall, and I could see the top of the underground palace.
At this time, we saw that the vast pile of green embellishments at the highest point of the underground palace seemed to have become lower and one step closer to us.
I don't know if it's a problem with the angle of observation, but I feel an indescribable weird feeling in my heart.
Fatty is the kind of person who is impatient. I thought about it and decided not to bring up this topic for the time being. I silently recorded this observation distance in my mind, and I will observe it again when I have the opportunity.
Panting intermittently, he told the fat man what he had just experienced.
The fat man said in disbelief: "No way? Can someone really turn themselves into a monster? Even if they can live for a thousand years, it would be better to die happily!"
I told the fat man: "The pursuit of immortality is the wish of all mortals. As long as you have seven emotions and six desires, as long as you eat whole grains. Then there will be a day when you are afraid of death. At that time, no matter whether you want to become a monster, as long as you can Let your consciousness continue to exist, and I think nothing will be a problem."
Now that we have the conjecture that Sartre has wisdom, we have to consider whether he deliberately led us here.
If those words were really carved slowly over many years, it can be said that it has truly understood the relationship between heaven and earth during these thousands of years.
Regardless of whether he is from the previous dynasty or not, regardless of whether he is his biological father or grandfather, his crimes will be recorded and exposed one by one.
At the same time, he was also thinking that after being in this ancient tomb for thousands of years, he must have countless secrets recorded in various places.
During the special period of the Eight Kings Rebellion in the Western Jin Dynasty, many real historical materials have been completely lost. If I can get this "first-hand information", it will be a bombshell for the historical and archaeological community.
But I feel relieved when I think about it. Even if I really know these secrets, how can I spread them?
In this side hall, there is a tall altar. You can climb to the top along the steps and face the circular sacrificial pit.
The highest point of the side hall is more than eight meters by visual inspection, which is the height of three floors.
If you climb up to the altar, you can seem to reach the highest point by raising your hand.
Under the illumination of the searchlight, you can see the outer outline of the high-level sacrificial pit.
With only half a curvature, you can vaguely see three or four kinds of reliefs on it, most of them showing teeth and claws, a combination of strange beasts and evil spirits.
The fat man weighed it: "This altar is really strange. If you are tall, you are not allowed to touch your head when you stand on it?"
I said to the fat man: "Twenty-three jumps around, and seventy-eight grows up. You can't catch the wave of twenty-three, wait until you are seventy-eight before you hit your head."
Ha ha. The fat man also laughed: "That's old. I have to order the coffin boards later. The Eight Immortals table is missing a leg. It won't be flat if I put it in."
The fat man's words were inevitably a bit unfavorable, so he ignored him and continued to look at the layout of the side hall.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are four huge candlesticks placed in the four corners of the side hall. They are difficult to see clearly from a distance.
But I feel it is very strange. According to convention, these candlesticks should be placed around the altar directly below. At this time, they are placed in various corners, which feels out of place.
Just like lighting candles at home, they will be placed in the center of the living room. No one will put candles in the corners for lighting, which will only make the place where they are darker.
Carefully walk towards the candlestick in the southwest corner and discover that the candlestick is also in the shape of a human and an animal. The material seems to be made of fine copper from that period, and it is black and dark yellow all over.
This shape is very strange, with a head like a tiger and a leopard, and an animal head and human body. From an abstract perspective, it looks more like the head of a lynx!
The overall height of the candlestick is nearly two meters. The place where ten thousand years of lamp oil is stored is on the right side of the animal's head. If you need to add oil to the candlestick, you will need a climbing aid to succeed.This kind of candlestick has the effect of an ever-burning lamp.Eternal lanterns are very common in ancient tombs, and their effects are unique. The meaning is: always bright for thousands of years, leading the way to immortality.The reason why the ever-burning lamp can remain immortal for years or even decades is mainly due to the material it burns.There was a kind of mermaid oil in ancient times! It's actually whale oil.Whale oil is not only very durable, but more importantly, it is smoke-free and bright, making it the perfect magic weapon for lighting lamps.There is also anaconda oil, which, as the name suggests, is a huge snake. In ancient times, it was necessary to organize hundreds or even
Thinking of the "Aurora" illusion composed of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of crumbling venom drops just above the dome, I immediately felt numbness from the spine to the neck. Then he saw the dragon-horned red-tailed moth right in front of him, with venom slowly oozing from its tail.I couldn't help but cry out in pain, the fat man's backpack might be seriously damaged!What I care about is not the golden plate he just arrived, but the whole package of supplies.Extremely toxic things can be acidic and corrosive.According to legend, during the late Qing Dynasty, a venomous snake king that was rare to see in a century appeared in Zhejiang.This kind of king snake is contrary to the natural law of ordinary snakes. The more it sheds its body, the shorter its body becomes. When people found it, its overall length was only less than half a meter.The tail is short and the head is long. Crawling on the ground will
Fatty's idea was correct. Faced with the sweeping attack like locusts passing through, only flares could withstand it for a while, but it was only a delaying tactic.Unless there are hundreds of flares at this moment, facing such a large number, two flares can only allow us to breathe a few more breaths of air.The fat man didn't even care about the red-tailed moth in his backpack. He just opened the backpack and started searching for flares.The dragon-horned red-tailed moth was disturbed by the fat man's sudden move, and was about to attack when the fat man grabbed his head and threw it away.The dragon-horned red-tailed moth circled in the air, and then found its balance. It flapped its wings quickly, and a small green light spot appeared again on its scarlet abdomen.I hurriedly looked at the fat man's gloves, but fortunately there was no obvious abnormality.It must have been that the poisonous insect didn't react either.There i
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I stretched out my hand and waved it, saying that this matter is not important now, and I don't care what the profiteer boss wants to do to him when he gets out.But the fat man thought that I was waving my hand and reassured him not to worry about it, so he started to tell me not to persuade him. No one could persuade him in this matter. He just had this temper. He would risk his life to repay those who were kind to him, but he would never let go of those who wanted to harm him.I quickly asked him to take a break and said to him: "The most important thing now is to rearrange your backpack and stop making any noise."By the way, I looked at the golden plate that the fat man took out. The boy held it tightly in his hand!It was finally pulled out from between his fingers.He took this thing out of the sacrifice pit, and it was heavy in his hand. No wonder the boy hugged it like a wife.The fat man packed his backpack, pulled out a can in hi
Usually, the best way to crack the mechanism under our feet is to walk close to the wall, but this open environment does not give us any conditions for support at all.Unless a world-class long jumper comes to try, the whole body will "fly" through this seemingly disordered blue brick, but there is no room for error. If you step on the wrong brick, you may be shot into a porcupine.Squatting in front of the first line of blue bricks, I glanced at it with my flashlight for a long time. The fat man was holding his breath waiting for my answer. In fact, I didn't have a clue.From an abstract point of view, these blue bricks and gray stone look like half a game of Tetris.Just waiting for new players to fill the vacancies.If it is well filled, you can still survive. If you take a wrong step, you may be shot to death on the spot by rain arrows flying from any direction.I was leaning on my chin and thinking, when suddenly I stepped on the brick
I saw that the panic on the fat man's face had dissipated and was replaced by determination. I couldn't help but ask him, is this a matter of taking life and death lightly, and just do it if you don't accept it?The fat man put down his trousers, limped two steps, turned his back and said to me: "How do you say this? Although we haven't kowtowed to the ground yet, our sworn brotherhood has become a reality. How do you say that?" , I don’t want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day. Isn’t it true that some people regard this sentence as a slogan?”Among the three of them, I was the only one who was not poisoned by the strange poison. The fat man's words with his back turned to me made me very embarrassed.The fat man put his fist on his mouth and coughed twice, turned around and said to me with a smile: "Come on, Lao Cao. Give me back my bag and gun. Fatty, I'm going t
The pillar we chose is enough to support us moving up together without interfering with each other. Unexpectedly, the foot buckles prepared by the fat man in advance really came in handy. Using the tools, we climbed up easily.Halfway through the climb, Long Wu's ankle buckles suddenly stopped making a clicking sound as he climbed up. He clamped his legs around the pillar, half-wrapped one arm, raised the other arm, and looked toward the horizon like a monkey leaning on a flower or fruit tree. generally.He stretched his head and stared in one direction for a long time, and suddenly said that he saw Sartre hiding behind a pillar, his head still shaking, which was very strange.I quickly whispered to stop, and in an instant, the three people were more like three four-legged spiders, staying on the huge nanmu pillar. My mind turned and I came up with an idea. Since both of us are blind, we might as well play with this satyr.Immediately, I told the fat m