Chapter 134: Genting Heaven Palace and Fetal Cave Spirit Palace

We rectified the equipment, put out the smokeless oven and put it away. All the picks and shovels were folded. Several people seemed to have a tacit understanding. The speed was very fast. They were quickly packed and concentrated around the hole we dug.
This is a typical performance when people have a common goal. In fact, it is naive to say, no matter how fast it is, it has nothing to do with whether it can go down early, because no one has touched the emperor ’s tomb. Familiar with the process, but at the time it was felt that others could not be preempted.
So there was a ridiculous scene: After surrounding the breach, everyone suddenly did not know what to do, as if many people had discussed where to go for a long time, and after decision, they found that no one knew the way.
Several people looked at each other, and they were a little surprised.
I looked into the cave and analyzed it a little bit. Others were okay. One fatal problem is that our location is directly above the abyss. There is a drop of more than 100 meters from the fetal hole where the Ling Palace is located. With a horizontal distance of more than 20 meters, although we have enough ropes, we can't cross this 20 meters horizontally-we can't pass the swing. Chen Pi Asi behind him sneered when he saw us like this: "A group of no-bearers." He stood up and let us all give up.
I laughed in my heart, Chen Pi's old man's mentality is still inevitable. We have always regarded him as the first. After the fat man just showed his hand, he is inevitably uncomfortable. When he sees us like this, he can't help but say it. It is a common state of mind of many elderly people to revert their position by bad talk.
We gave him a gap, and the Chinese monk smiled ridiculously, and said, "Master, aren't the young people all stunned, haven't seen such a big situation. You said this fight-how should you do it?"
Chen Pi Asi squatted to support Ye Cheng, looked inside the hole, and said, "Everything does not deviate from its sect. Be careful. Let's find someone to get on these wooden pillars supporting the ice dome, and follow the pillars Climb to the top of the cave, and then use the rope to descend to the roof of the overhead building. "
We looked at the wooden pillars covered with ice. Each pillar is more than 100 meters long. It is definitely not the log of a tree. There must be wooden wedges connecting several pieces of wood. This structure is not a problem for pressure. , But I do n’t know if I can withstand the pull. If it doesn't work, then it's over. After a wooden porch collapses, it will inevitably hit other columns during the fall. At that time, the entire ice dome may collapse. This method is still very risky.
But at the time, everyone was anxious to go on and did n’t think too much about these things, and there seemed to be no better way.
The only one suitable for thunder here is Pan Zi, and the others are not in compliance regardless of their body weight, so Pan Zi had to pick up this beam. We tied a butterfly buckle around his waist and only carried some lightweight equipment. Pan Zi looked a little excited. Chen Pi Asi gave him a sip of wine and calmed him down. Le is fainted, our goal is not here, let me shine a bright spot. "
Panzi nodded, took a deep breath, then carefully climbed into the ice well, and then used the flying tiger to grab the wooden porch around the side, swaying like a special soldier swinging the rope, and climbed on the wooden porch.
As soon as I stepped on it, there was a series of very uncomfortable bursts of ice cubes on the wooden pillars. We all held our breaths suddenly, and Pan Zi was so pale that he could not move at all, lest the pillars break up and break.
However, fortunately, after waiting for more than ten minutes, the cracking sound of the gallery pillar stopped, and the surroundings returned to a calm, and the force restored the balance again.
I thought so too, maybe I thought too much. The ice dome above is so heavy. The pressure between the wooden corridors is very great. We are like ants and should not have a problem.
Several people were relieved. We were so awed by such a shock that the inexplicable excitement had subsided to some extent.
Pan Zi continued to move forward more carefully, almost dancing a very slow rhythm dance, our hearts also followed his pace, finally, we finally reached the cliff at the end of the pillar, more than 100 meters below Is where the cave is.
We gave him the flashlight. The light was too divergent. Pan Zi hit five or six fluorescent sticks and dropped them one by one. In the darkness, several lights fell straight down, some disappeared at the end of the abyss like a meteor, a few dropped a dozen meters, hit the roof of the tile, and bounced a few times to stop. At the same time, the chemicals in the glow stick reacted due to the violent vibration, and the light became brighter and brighter, illuminating the situation inside the ice dome vaguely.
Then Pan Zi dropped the rope and hung down to the tile roof below, and then quickly slid down.
Watching Pan Zi landed firmly on the roof of the tile before our hearts let go, Pan Zi made a few gestures towards us, meaning that the process was probably safe.
We started to get excited again, and the second one was the Chinese monk. We carefully followed the gourd painting scoops, one by one, down and down on the roof of the tile.
Climbing beams of one hundred meters and ropes of more than one hundred meters are not a trifling matter. I almost couldn't stand when I got underneath. It was impossible to stand on the glazed tiles until Pan Zi supported me. Recalling the feeling on the iced wood porch, my legs began to soften involuntarily.
Seven flashlights went around and found that the of this ice dome was about 30 degrees straight, the cave was deep, the palace went straight into the mountain, and the innermost situation could not be seen. The top of the mountain and the top of the Ling Palace were almost Fittingly, the tile roof we are standing on is the outermost roof of the "basilica". The cornices are all towards the dragon head, and the two sides of the ridge are the kisses of the town houses. The yellow tiles and red beams are very imperial. Personally standing on it crookedly, it feels like Zhou Xingchi's battle against the top of the Forbidden City.
The fat man wanted to lift a tile to see, but found that the tiles and tile beams were so frozen that they couldn't break it down, so they had to do nothing. We carefully pulled the faucets of the cornices one by one carefully and used the rope to go down to the porch outside the main entrance of the "Spirit Palace".
The porch is a place similar to a sacrificial platform. The overhead and flat ground is all slate. The perennial cold makes the stone brittle, and the foot steps up and rattles, which may break at any time. This should be the end of the boardwalk that was built into the mountain. Now the boardwalk has been demolished. On one side is a dark abyss, and on the left and right sides are a row of copper-covered tripods covered with ice debris, all of which are black unknown ancient ashes. .
The style of bronze and the appearance of the palace have a very obvious Han style. It seems that no matter where Wang Zanghai contracted the project, the design can not exceed his own national and era limits, or that it may be based on the national power of Dongxia at that time. Only to plunder the things of the border nations.
On the other side is the hall door of the Ling Temple. In front of the door stands a non-word king stone monument. Behind the stone monument is the white jade gate of the Ling Palace. The gate is very large, almost three people tall and two people wide. The stone door is carved with many human-faced strange birds dancing in the cloud, and can't name it. The brass door roll above the door is a tiger's head. The door seam and door shaft are all watered. Now the door panels on both sides are frozen. Still a whole.
Stand here to see the ice dome above. The faint light shines from above. My eyes seem to be fogged. I can see that the things are much older. This feeling is difficult to express in words.
The Chinese monk is going to take some pictures here, we take a chance to take a breath and look around. Ye Cheng walked around and saw the following cliff, with emotion: "I really don't understand the mother, why did the Wannu emperor want to put the tomb in such a place where the bird does not shit, on the flat ground Is n’t that right? Is n’t this a tossing person?

I said, "The idea of ​​being an emperor is different from that of ordinary people. Maybe it has something to do with their religion. You see there are many temples in Tibet, all built in places where no one can reach them. To be close to the heavenly spirit, this layman like us cannot understand. "
The fat man shook his head and disagreed: "I think the reason for building here is very simple, that is, I don't want others to come up. There must be something good in this mausoleum. "We have to educate him this time." He said he and Lang Feng took out the pry bar to pry the temple door.
I heard it funny. The fat man is real. If he was an emperor, he would n’t know where to put his tomb.
There is no running stone behind the jade stone door. Use a crowbar to force a card, and the ice on both sides of the door shaft will burst. We used a chisel to smash the ice in the door crack, and the door could barely push a gap and a black gas burst out. We hurried away, and the Chinese monk said it was all right. This is a moisture-proof paint sticking to the back of the door, which is now frozen into powder.
The door of the temple opened a slit, and it could no longer move. It seemed that the door shaft was rusted and dead. I took a flashlight to take a picture of it. Nothing could be seen in the empty Spirit Temple. The darkness inside seemed to absorb light.
Yecheng could n’t wait to get in, but stopped the fat man. He turned to ask the oil bottle: "Brother, look first, will there be any clever springs in this place?"
The oil bottle touched the door, and then looked at the relief on the door. After looking at it for a long time, he shook his head and said he was not sure: "You follow me, don't talk."
Must listen to what this person said. It is already our consensus. The fat man and I nodded vigorously, and several people took out self-defense things. The sullen oil bottle flashed over and crossed the threshold of the knee, and immediately walked in. We followed, crossing the threshold, and walked in anxiously.
The moment I walked into the darkness inside, I suddenly felt an extreme strangeness strike me.
I thought at this time that in the past thousand years, we might be the first people to step into this place. Think about what happened in this huge palace that nobody watched in this millennium?