Chapter 493: The finale, the palace of the ancient building

"Is he the tomb door of this thing?" Fatty said, and he took a breath after touching it. "It's really the tomb door!"
"It seems that this may be the original form of the Zhangjia ancient building. The oldest burial tomb of Zhangjiaqun may not be a building, but an ordinary ancient tomb. Later, after repairing the above wooden structure of the ancient building, it will be retained by future generations. Come down, as the underground palace at the bottom of the ancient building. The old seniors of the Zhang family can all be here! "
"I lean, then let's go in, isn't it equal to fighting?"
"Why, are you afraid?" I asked.
"No, I'm excited," Fatty said. "How long do you think we haven't been in a real fight? If we really come and pour a fight, it's a revisit. It's not actual, but in the scene On, we can have a good time! "
I said in my heart that a fat man really has everything to say, so he said to him, "That's all right," Mocking School Captain ", please, please find a way quickly and let's go out first. I'll find a few more next time. True fighting makes you enjoyable. "
"Don't say that on my lips, but after this time, I was really a little counseled. I decided to go back and sell Chinese cabbage."
The old building before is actually not a tomb in the formal sense, but entering here feels different. This is the tomb of the ancestors of the Zhang family. How to say it is also the tomb of the older generation who is much more powerful than us. It is disrespectful to disturb. We kowtowed in front of the tomb door. Then I asked the fat man to take out the cigarette, and everything still had to follow the rules.
According to the rules of the Northern School, everyone had to burn incense to worship in the ancient tomb, indicating that he was a poor egg, his mother was seriously ill, and his wife was robbed.
Of course, the fat man is even more eloquent, saying what your descendants of the Zhang family are not reliable, the GPS is out of power, and you ca n’t find a way to get lost. Wait for these things.
I lost my watch, and I ca n’t see the current time. I only know that we have been in it long enough. If we do n’t go out, the agency above may actually start, and urge him to finish soon.
The fat man said: "Let's smoke" fragrant "after we read it. The younger brother has been here again, I think the ancestors will not mind."
I said: "Do not mind, you will know it later. I can smoke, you must not touch it."
After the fat man came down, there was obviously less coughing, and I also relaxed a little. The fat man is right, maybe his blood coughs out.
The fat man said: "Relax, we have an uncertain future. I won't joke about my own life. When you smoke, speak up. I'll just take a few bites of second-hand ones."
I said: "Don't talk nonsense, let the Lord look at your means."
After the fat man finished, he went to push the stone door and pushed it a few times, and found that something behind the stone door was against it. I looked through the crack of the door and saw a running stone.
"How do you open this stone door?" I said.
The fat man nodded and took out something from his bag. It was a strange hook. I don't know where he got it from. It was estimated that it was from the team of Mrs. Huo. He inserted the hook into the back of the tomb door and went to open the tap stone.
Tap stone is a very famous thing-when leaving the ancient tomb, it can be used to let the stone door close by itself. At that time, many new archaeologists did not understand the principle of this thing when they first entered the tomb, and they chose to use force to open the door of the tomb. After they opened it once, they would find it strange, but often it was too late, and the tomb door was damaged beyond repair. Brother, they walked backwards when they came down, no problem, but the stone door is now closed automatically, and it is not so easy to open a stone card.
Fat people don't seem to be particularly proficient at using this tool, and they haven't opened it for a long time. I said: "Dude, business is not very skilled!" The fat man scolded: "His mother, who has been with you in recent years, has not entered a few serious battles. The people who followed were all Master, master, master, I do n’t have the opportunity to practice. You know, before I mixed with you, where so many emperor mausoleums came to me, it would be nice to have a few dirt pits. "
"So you have to thank us for letting you know?"
"Shit, I have long knowledge and no money. I am not a traveller. I hang out in the tomb when I have nothing to do. Lao Tzu is also the one who wants to carry his performance.
Said that he saw the door loose. I leaned against the stone door, and the door finally opened.
A huge stone road appeared in front of us, and it was dark inside. We flashed our flashlights and scrambled to look inside. I found that I was still unsuitable to call this tomb passage-it is very different from the tomb passage I have seen before, and there is no decoration, but it is very similar to the stone passage I have seen in the mountains before.
The fat man's face is now an expression of happiness and excitement, and he obviously did not realize my thoughts. He said to me happily: "Tomb Road, shit, is more cordial than seeing the road in front of Lao Tzu's house."
"The Zhang family looks a bit sloppy! If the ancient Zhangjia building above is the most thrilling work of style, then all of them can be smashed with stones. "It's much bigger," I said. "And, with these stones at the bottom of the ancient building, the earthquake resistance of the ancient building will be much higher."
There is nothing in the tomb, and there seems to be no institution. The fat man said he couldn't control that much anymore. Since the little brother came from here, some organs might have been destroyed by him long ago. Moreover, the concept of Zhangjiagulou is particularly strange. It seems that there are not too many institutions, and all the institutions used for defense seem to have only that kind of poisonous gas. However, that is indeed the simplest and most effective anti-theft method I have ever seen, and there is no defensive measure that is more effective than filling a place with poison gas.
We turned on the flashlight and walked into the tomb while looking around. There has been no problem with the air. We breathed as much as we could. The burning sensation in the chest basically disappeared.
The stone wall here is completely free of the shadow of Miloot. I touched it and found that it was all volcanic rock. Obviously, this place itself was built to defend Milo.
There are two drainage channels on both sides of the stone road, which is very similar to the tomb among the ancient tombs in Xisha, connecting the drainage system under the ancient building. But there seems to be no water flowing for many years. Has the rainfall in Banai decreased in recent years, the rain is far less abundant than in ancient times? Or because of a major project, there is less groundwater flowing here? Regardless of the reason, this is quite a good thing for the protection of Zhangjia Ancient Building.
We walked six or seventy meters, and the tomb began to turn. There are many stone caves on both sides, all of which are very small coffins. This layout is similar to what we saw upstairs. But these coffins are all made of stone, which doesn't look too luxurious. Obviously, in the early days, the Zhang family was also more compliant with the tomb custom of the time, mostly using sarcophagus.
There are also many words on the stone walls. The fat man wanted to see it and was pulled by me.
Before I found the younger brother, we could not let go of any clues, but now I have found the younger brother. At this moment, there is only one sentence in my mind: I want to say bye-bye to Zhangjia Gulou.
The fat man has n’t given up yet and said, "Let ’s take a look at it. The original origin of the Zhang family must be in these texts. Moreover, the things in these coffins must be very old and quite valuable! Come on! "
"Aren't you saying that you've already counseled? How did you suddenly think about this set again."
"Touching the scenery and feelings," the fat man said, shaking his head after thinking about it, "Forget it, it may not be a good thing to have you open the coffin, listen to you, and keep going."
I said: "Don't talk nonsense! Wait out, if you want money, I will give you the uncle's property!"
The fat man said, "Come on, that kind of underworld culture ca n’t afford it! Fatty, I still like to be a peddler for a few years."
We walked about 30 meters further, and suddenly a row of huge coffins appeared in the center of the front passage. Each coffin is about the size of a refrigerator with double doors, placed in line on the edge of the stone path.
We counted up, there are as many as sixty. The fat man said: "These are some of the ancestors of Zhangjiagulou who are not in the normal shape. It looks like they are all up with Japanese sumo wrestlers. It looks like the younger brother has such a good figure. "
I said: "These are all burial coffins, and there are two corpses inside. So it seems that the burial coffins of the more loving model couples are here."
After watching it, the fat man was greatly moved. If he came to be buried together with the cloud in the future, this coffin must be a little bigger, and he had to build a coffin as big as a chest of drawers. I told him that after he died, Yun was still old enough to remarry five or six times. They were buried together in a large shop, and the fat man scolded me for being nasty.
I told him not to think about it. Behind these large coffins is a stone door with a large black column on the left and right. Seeing the thickness, it seems that it extends from the top, and it may be the part of the ancient building above the ground that goes deep into the ground.
The stone door was half open, and apparently someone had come out from inside. I thought about it, the fat man would hold me and show me the post. There were traces of people working on the pillars, and many things were posted. At first glance, it was all tape. Looking at it like this, it was as if the pillar accidentally stepped on a triad boss when he was walking and was madly flattened, so he almost drew two tearful eyes.
I climbed up the pillar to check and found that these tapes were stuck to the countless small eyes on the surface of the pillar. The post seemed to be worm-eaten by termites, all of which were small holes. I wanted to tear off a piece of it, and was stopped by the fat man. He said, younger brothers, they must have a reason to post, and don't move.
We looked at it again and glued all the areas where we put the tape on again with the military tape we brought before we carefully pushed open the stone door. The moment I pushed the stone door open, I saw all the tape suddenly sucked, as if there was a change in air pressure at the entrance of the cave.
Sure enough, I don't know what will happen if I don't paste it, maybe there will be countless poison needles coming out. I suddenly remembered that this ancient tomb can use air pressure as a power-driven mechanism, which can be done quite cleverly.
After the stone door was pushed open, we entered sideways and raised a flashlight to quickly shoot to all corners. Inside is a stone room.