Chapter 67

c The sacrificial pit is rectangular, and there are some scattered human bones in the pit. Just looking at the surface, you can see that these white bones are seriously calcified, and some of them are basically still in the same posture as before death. It seems that they have not been disturbed for thousands of years.

Sister Hong looked at the bones in the sacrificial pit and sighed. Just imagine, two thousand years ago, these were all living things.

Generally speaking, it is impossible to have burial objects in the Shang and Zhou sacrificial pits, because after all, they were slaves and were not qualified to enjoy the burial objects.

But this time it was different. Chen Jiansheng's sharp eyes found that there was a chicken head clay pot lying across the pit. This clay pot is still half buried in the soil.

The value of the pottery was low and not worth much, so Sister Hong said let’s go and find a way out and don’t stay here.

Chen Jiansheng shook his head and said: "Don't be busy yet. Chen Login, you haven't looked carefully. Look at the clay pot again." He pointed to the bottom of the pit.

I watched it again, this time we watched it carefully.

"What is that? Isn't it a chicken-head clay pot?" I vaguely saw a clay figure on the surface of the clay pot. Only a small part of the clay figure was exposed on the ground.

"Are you stupid? Have you never seen it before?" Chen Jiansheng said carelessly: "Yes, pottery is not valuable, but it also depends on the grade. The grade in the pit is not low. This is the pottery soul warehouse, a first-class cultural relic!"

The soul warehouse was only popular in two dynasties, the Shang and Zhou dynasties and the Eastern Han Dynasty. The soul warehouse in the Han Dynasty was placed under the coffin board of the dead. The warehouse contained seeds of grains and grains, which meant that the dead could survive on their own and survive until the afterlife. food. This is what you often see in antique markets. Some ignorant people buy them back at high prices and display them in their bedrooms to admire every day. This is not good and unlucky.

The soul warehouses in the Western Zhou Dynasty are different. Because they are too old, the pottery products are fragile and difficult to preserve. There are very few soul warehouses in the Western Zhou Dynasty. Things are rare and expensive, so they can indeed be sold at a high price.

I later came into contact with some Feng Shui masters in Hong Kong. They preferred the Western Zhou Dynasty soul warehouse. Whenever they heard about this thing coming out somewhere, they would spend a lot of money to buy it. I heard from hearsay that it is said that this thing can trap the three souls and seven souls of a person who died suddenly. As long as the rituals are performed and the first seven days are passed, the intact corpse can be revived on the night of the first seven days.

Speaking of which, the height of the sacrificial pit was not high, probably less than two meters above the ground. Chen Jiansheng got excited and jumped down directly. He said he wanted to dig out the soul warehouse and see if it was intact. Find a way to take it away.

I told him how long it had been, but he didn't listen even if I tried to persuade him.

This is the nature of a tomb robber. A thief doesn't steal anything. He will stop walking when he sees a rare thing. He will try his best to get it out. If he just leaves like this, he will feel that he has missed out on a hundred million.

The business of tomb robbers is not something that can be done with a banner and five hundred dollars in cash.

Chen Jiansheng jumped into the sacrificial pit. He looked at the bones and said, "Everyone, borrow something, don't blame me." After saying that, he lowered his head and touched the buried soul jar.

"Huh? Is it so heavy?" He mentioned it with a surprised expression.

The Soul Cang jars from the Western Zhou Dynasty were definitely not filled with grains and grains. As for what was inside, almost no one knew.

"Damn, it's really heavy. Isn't it stuffed with gold bricks?" He tried hard with both hands to lift the soul warehouse out, with a labored expression on his face.

"Hurry and pick me up, I can't get up."

I hurriedly climbed to the edge of the pit, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up.

The lid of the soul warehouse was sealed, and it looked like it was original and had not been opened.

Chen Jiansheng patted the dirt on his knees and said, "How about it? Why don't you open it now? This is an original product, there are too few of it, and many people in the industry have never seen it."

Sister Hong curled her lips and said: "What high-level things can come out of the sacrifice pit? Maybe it is filled with human feces from two thousand years ago, dried into balls and turned into fossils."

The thing that he touched up with great effort was turned into a piece of shit by Sister Hong, and Chen Jiansheng looked a little embarrassed.