Chapter 488: Finale · The meaning of the name Zhang Qiling

Only read a few lines, and I knew what was going on. Because I saw two key words in it: choose as.
Was chosen as "Zhang Qiling" when he was nineteen years old. I was stunned for a moment and realized that Zhang Qiling was not a simple name, but a title.
However, this title obviously became the name of this person, just like Genghis Khan-originally called Tiemuzhen.
"I rely on!" Said the fat man, "then this spirit is still an official title!"
"The spirit, if viewed alone, is indeed a word with other meanings. Spirit, the meaning of removing the spirit position of the dead and transporting the casket to the earth. The Zhang family is a family of inverted fighters. This spirit may be a very important position. "Abbreviation of". "I said.
"If you are transporting a casket into the soil, it should not be the job of a tomb thief, but the job of entering a funeral team. That post of Zhang Ling may be the person who enters the mortuary Zhangjialou.
I nodded. This is a big discovery, and judging from the size of the tomb, this Zhang Qiling is indeed a very important position. So here is so luxurious, so huge.
We set our eyes on the coffin. Because the bones inside are exposed to the outside of the coffin, many parts have become powder. There are some cotton wool-like things in the coffin. The fat man set aside those things and wanted to see the sacrificial objects in the coffin.
The funeral is under the body. The quilt under the body looked very neat, with only one corner turned. We turned the broken bones of the corpse to the side, lifted the rotten quilt, and saw dozens of burial items neatly arranged there. There are all kinds of jade pendants, two pieces of leather products that have been so badly unrecognizable. In three other locations, we saw traces of things that had been placed, but the things had been taken away.
"Really grave robbing," I said, picking up a string of beeswax bracelets. This is a string of gold beeswax, which has been black for a long time. At a glance, I knew that it was from Tibet and worth a lot. "But why only touch these few things? This old beeswax is at least a state-of-the-art off-road vehicle!"
The fat man took it, looked at it, and put it on his hand directly: "I don't know the goods!" He said with a kiss, "Be good, don't be sad! Those people don't know the goods, I will hurt you.
"Can you be more disgusting?" I said.
I picked out a string of agate necklaces from the neat burial goods. Every three agates in the necklace are separated by an old coral, which is also something in Tibet. It seems that this Zhang Qiling should have had gifts with some people in Tibet before-these were quite precious gifts at the time.
The fat man accepted it as usual. I said, "The value and the quality of this string of beads are quite high. And you see, these corals have Tibetan inscriptions on them, indicating that this string of beads is likely to have a history. The actual value may be It ’s even higher! These things were n’t taken away. What did they take away?

"I said, there are certainly not many people like our buddies who know the goods. Or, the three things they took are much more valuable than these things, and they can eat for a few lifetimes." Fatty Road.
I saw the marks left on the quilt by the three taken burial objects. Two of them, I know at a glance-those are two rings.
That is two rings, one big and one small: the big one is as big as a dish, and the small one is like an ashtray. The fat man drew a bit: "Is it jade?"
I shook my head: "I don't know, but the jade ring is definitely not too expensive unless it is of excellent quality. It was even more so in the era when the ghosts came in. The ancient jade is too deep in water, and the jade in that era The price may only be one ten-thousandth of the present. Therefore, if it is simply inferred from the money, I think it should not be ancient jade, but rather something very expensive at that time. "
"Except for the jade ring, what else is this look like?" Fatty said, "Is it porcelain?"
I sighed and had to look at the long mark. The fat man looked like me, and he suddenly said, "Naive, do you think this long stamp is a bit familiar?" I touched my chin as if it was a familiar feeling he said. However, I really can't figure out what that is.
"What do you feel like?" After looking at it for a long time, I asked him.
He seems to have eyebrows, but he can't grasp the details. There, "Uh um um um um ...", um for a long time. Suddenly he snapped his fingers. I looked up. He drew a bit more and said, "Knife, knife, black gold ancient knife!"
I also drew a picture, and kept on making up the image of the faint soldier. Slowly, I began to sweat coldly.
"It is indeed a black gold ancient sword, the length and width are quite close." I said, "I rely on! Is this thing mass-produced? Zhang family has a hand?"
I saw a large line of stuffy oil bottles lined up with black gold swords in a row. This is terrible, but it was also powerful enough.
"There will never be so many black gold swords. If there was such a forging technology in ancient times, China would have conquered the world." Fatty said, "Little brother ’s black gold sword is a very fine workmanship, and it is perfectly forged. The knife. I mentioned that it is difficult to lift both hands. This kind of knife must have been made by the most powerful knifesmith in ancient times. Not to mention the difficult materials, the blade must be forged perfectly, and the weight must be so heavy. It is definitely not a traditional craft. It is possible to succeed once after playing hundreds of times. So this black gold ancient knife is likely not to exceed three on the market. "
I settled in, and suddenly thought of a possibility, I said to the fat man: "Assuming that their team of ghosts entered the Zhangjia ancient building at that time-we can almost rule out the possibility of small thieves or other masters entering, Because it takes too much information to enter here, it is not impossible for large organizations to do it. Then, the stolen burial chamber is basically for the ghosts of the people in their team. "
That is to say, it was this group of people who took away the two ring-shaped objects and the black gold sword.
Finally, many people in the ghost team died because of the "fumigation" mechanism of the ancient building. But something must have been taken out.
So, was the black gold sword that appeared in the shop of Sanshu at the time (later sold to a stuffy oil bottle), was it the one stolen here?
I have a strong intuition: it must be, otherwise things won't make sense!
Then, why did the archaeological funeral team bring the black gold ancient sword from the ancient building into the hands of the third uncle? At the same time, why did the archaeological funeral team entering the ancient building open this coffin, but after opening it only took the black gold ancient sword and those two mysterious rings? What are those two mysterious rings?
It seems that before I received the text message from the third uncle "Corn Eyes Yellow Sand", many things had already started, but I didn't know it. The game is already in full swing.
"Look at this." I was thinking, the fat man called me again. I walked over. He squatted on the open coffin lid and pointed to the genealogy engraved on the inside of the coffin lid.
At the center of this genealogy is the name of the owner of the coffin, engraved: Zhang Ruitong. Rui's generation? In my heart, there is a person in front called Zhang Ruishan.
The word "Zhang Qiling" on the side of should be one size smaller. If you don't look carefully, you think Zhang Ruitong and Zhang Qiling are married.
This Zhang Ruitong has six children, two of whom have offspring. The fat man pointed to one of them and said, "Look at this name."
I saw one of Zhang Ruitong's two grandchildren named Zhang Qishan.
Master Buddha.
I scratched my head and chuckled with interest. Dog Day's, finally found tangible evidence.