Chapter 116: The gods are also jealous of ghosts and plagues

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"Interesting, there must be other roads here. But if we just leave like this, we will waste the opportunity to collect clues..."

Jiang Wen ignored the putrid smell emanating from the corpse and searched the tomb carefully, and found that there was indeed something unusual about the tomb.

Not to mention that this corpse had a strong body. It was very similar to the butcher who had just met him. The facial features were clear, the skin was moist, the muscles were elastic, and even the blood vessels were vaguely visible, which made Jiang Wensong suspicious of the corpse in Jipi Lane. , has it turned into bubbles and disappeared at this moment, and returned to the coffin before himself.

It wasn't Jiang Wen who was trying to scare him, but the corpse's head was also cut open with a sharp blade, and its cervical vertebrae were severed. It was obvious that it died in a very short period of time. The corpse relied on some kind of antiseptic technology to maintain a strange state of decay and immortality. .

"The shape of this tomb..."

Jiang Wen left the body of the violently deceased man and carefully inspected the large blue bricks that made up the tomb, and his feeling of surprise became even stronger.

The tomb is square boot-shaped, with octagonal stacked arches and bucket-shaped caisson-style brickwork. This is not a tomb that was excavated later, but a standard Song tomb!

Long before the house of the owner of Eryouzhai was built, this tomb had been hidden deep in the unknown underground. It was not until the passage of time and time that it was accidentally discovered by the owner of the study, and it became the center of his terror in Jipi Lane.

The empty tomb had been ransacked a long time ago, and thieves who went straight into the cave broke into the room without hesitation. Only the coffin that was once covered with vermilion paint and the gaps filled with rosin was safe and sound. It and its owner were lying quietly in the underground palace. , silently facing the intruding Jiang Wen.

This corpse was extremely rotten, and the shriveled corpse seemed to contain countless miasma. It mixed with the sudden influx of air, turning into colorful and strange mist. It was obvious that the entire Jipi The peculiar smell that often comes out of the alley comes from this sleeping underground tomb.

The owner of Eryouzhai seems to have disappeared from the tomb, like a non-existent shadow in the sun. Only the green and green candlelight is swaying, proving that there are signs of someone moving inside. In a hurry, he threw all the candlesticks here. .

After all, in the dark underground, a candlelight is the ultimate target that moths chase.

Jiang Wen only saw the candlelight left on the ground, but wanted to know the "candlelight" that the owner of Eryouzhai took away.

"This street seems to be no earlier than the late Tang and early Song Dynasties, and it can start construction to bury such a large tomb. I always feel that there is something wrong..."

Jiang Wen picked up the candlestick to light up the tomb chamber, and suddenly saw some silk corners under the faded vermilion lacquer coffin. After gently moving the coffin, he pulled out a roll of silk, unfolded it on the ground and suddenly discovered that it was a pair of long silk flags with black characters on a white background.

This silk banner reads: "Kuimen looks forward to your arrival every day, and the people of Baidi think about it after you leave. It's like going to Huangge early in the morning, and there is always no thought in the rain." It can be imagined that when the original owner of the tomb was buried, he was buried. Wearing this banner.

What's more important is that in the corner of the silk banner is written an era name - Duanping Bingshen.

Duanping was the name of Song Lizong Zhao Yun. Unfortunately, the emperor's skull wine bowl was still in Jiang Wen's hands.

And Jiang Wen happened to know that the Duanping Bingshen year of Song Lizong's reign was the third year of the third reign he used, which was 1236 AD. It was also the key to the joint efforts of Mongolia and Song Dynasty to destroy the Jin Dynasty, and Mongolia launched a massive attack on the Southern Song Dynasty. when. Long before the Diaoyu City shocked the world and held on for 36 years, Kuimen was already an outpost in the fight against the Mongols.

Jiang Wen searched around the faded red lacquer coffin and found another paragraph written in black ink in small regular script. It looked like the handwriting of today's man, with the four words "Flying Divine Weapon" of unknown meaning written on it.

"The White Emperor of Kuimen died of a broken head and neck in the third year of Duanping. Coupled with the mournful tone on the silk banner, the deceased in the tomb must be a fierce general in the rebellion."

Based on this calculation, Jiang Wen could determine the year of construction of this tomb, which was during the reign of Emperor Lizong of the Southern Song Dynasty. The deceased was a general who had experienced many battles. He died accidentally during the battle with Mongolia and was secretly buried in Fuzhou City.

What's more, there is a legend in Jipi Lane that Zheng Xingzhi, the champion of the Southern Song Dynasty, beat up a butcher. However, Zheng Xingzhi was famous for his good temper. His political opponents accused him of being "lenient and unruly, cowardly and selfish". No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like him. Wen Yanbo usually kills people due to negligence.

As ministers of the Lizong dynasty, the unknown general and Master Zheng were close in age and both were from Fuzhou. The locals may have confused the story of this general and Master Zheng and turned it into a murderer of the number one scholar.

After learning the identity of the deceased in the tomb, Jiang Wen began to search for an exit in the tomb. A candle may not be of much use at ordinary times, but it is extremely useful in this seemingly closed space.

Jiang Wen walked around the wall holding the candlestick, carefully observing the direction in which the flame tongue was fluttering, and soon found traces of air flow at the bottom of the wall of the false window. He slowly checked and found a few loose bluestones.

The color of these strips of bluestone is slightly different from the surrounding stones, but the shape is exactly the same. It must be that the owner of Eryouzhai searched Song Dynasty tombs in various places before selecting bricks of such similar sizes to create this mysterious place. false wall.

As Jiang Wen used three fingers to pull out the bluestones one by one, a corridor of compacted soil was revealed, leading diagonally upwards to an unknown direction.

After closing the lid of the vermilion coffin, Jiang Wen got into the cave that could only be passed by bending down. Not far along the corridor, two forked roads soon appeared, leading to completely opposite directions.

Jiang Wen chose the path on the left. After walking through the vast darkness, he suddenly found that the road in front of him was increasingly sloping upward, until it was straight up to the top of his head, and the sound of incense and praise could be heard slowly.

He climbed up into the hole with ease and saw two inconspicuous holes, which were shining with the light of candles, and many voices floated out from inside.

Through the small hole, Jiang Wen saw a secret hall. In this uneasy night, the lights were brightly lit and the candles were burning all night long. There is a strange painting on the ground in the distance.

The god in the painting stretches out many arms, holding eight kinds of magical instruments: wheel, conch, umbrella, banner, flower, vase, fish, and knot. There is also a vertical eye on his forehead, as if he has seen through the past and present life, and is solemn and extraordinary.

But the abdomen of this god was suddenly torn open, revealing the abdominal cavity. A hand twisted the intestines and spilled dripping blood. His neck was slightly stretched forward, as if he wanted to ask the world why he didn't look back.

When Jiang Wen saw a bluestone incense table in front of him, with melons, fruits, pears and peaches in a gold basin, he thought that the place where he poked his head out of the thief's cave should be a statue of a clay body that was evenly molded on the ground. The small hole in front of it was the clay body. The hollow that was dug out.

"Ji Pi Lane is surrounded by residential buildings, but in Gong Lane there is the Tianhou Palace, where all the incense is gathered. What is the purpose of the owner of Eryou Zhai to connect a corridor here?"

Just when Jiang Wen was confused and thinking about returning to the original road as soon as possible to catch up with the target, the villagers worshiping the strange statue in front of him suddenly stood up and held it on his chest with the gesture of a blooming lotus.

"Welcome to the Red Lotus Mother Bodhisattva."

Voices of praise and praise rang out one after another. From a position invisible to Jiang Wen, an important person seemed to appear, interrupting the villagers' practice and chanting of the strange statue.

When the two villagers put away the idol from the ground, Jiang Wen discovered that the eight-armed magical artifact and the vertical eye in the forehead belonged to a carefully drawn hollow painting, which happened to be nested on an ancient scroll on the ground - the rest were It is the original appearance of the unknown ancient Buddha who was disemboweled.

"Since the true Buddha has already welcomed him back, why didn't Protector Huang Ji come to pick him up?"

An indistinguishable voice sounded, causing people on the ground to commotion. It took a long time for someone to say something.

"Protector Huang... Protector Huang disappeared after rubbing the real Buddha... I must have other important matters, right?"

That voice seemed extremely unhappy.

"Ever since the disappearance of Holy Child Hongyang, my sect's dharma lineage has become alienated. Now Huang Ji can even ignore the Holy Mother of Red Lotus?"

Hearing the familiar name, Jiang Wen's eyes lit up as he was hiding in the clay statue. He seemed to have found the right place...