"That's not all. What do you think is in the side hall?"
Yue Guanchao saw that the doors and windows of the side hall were closed, so he walked over and opened the door of the right side hall with a bang.
Song Siyuan turned on her flashlight and approached the dark side hall in the direction of Yue's tide watching. More martyrs appeared, almost filling the side hall.
Look carefully, you can see that most of the martyrs in the side hall are wearing official uniforms and armor. They are mostly soldiers, slaves, eunuchs, and female officials. They are all lined up in the hall, standing neatly in the hall. Like the concubines outside, their pale faces are It seems to be alive, but there is no trace of life.
"In this case, I am really curious about who this Emperor Haidong is. Let's go to the back of the main room. He and his coffin must be there."
Yue Guanchao and Song returned to the main room. Song Siyuan recalled what Chaodong said and looked at the housekeeper: "If Mrs. Qionghua and Yin Zun were buried together, then what is the tomb of Mrs. Qionghua that you captured and the local master they stole? "
She has been wondering about this question since she went to the tomb. The fact that Da Yinzun could write such a poem as "begging for a joint burial in the depth of auspiciousness" shows that he really wanted to be buried with her. If he mentions the Qionghua tomb stolen by the local masters , there is a touch of bizarre color in it.
She had to ask the reason in advance to avoid being dug into a big hole by the Chao family again.
He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then slowly looked at everyone: "This is normal. It is said that after the death of Mrs. Qionghua, Emperor Haidong was afraid that her tomb would be robbed, so he built twelve doubtful tombs for her. The address we gave them, It’s just one of the twelve suspicious tombs.”
"Although it is a suspicious tomb, there are quite a few funerary objects and artifacts inside. The lotus crown is indeed real and cannot be faked."
After hearing what the housekeeper said, Yue Guanchao looked behind the bead curtain: "This guy is so suspicious, I doubt he would put the real coffin here, let alone the mysterious coffin in the tomb!"
While everyone was talking, they passed through the screen one after another, opened the bead curtain and came to the back hall of the main room.
Covered with caissons, colorful patterns, carved railings, and towering pillars, this place is completely different from the front hall full of martyrs. The entire wall to the north is used to hold the Panlong Jade Bi.
Looking carefully, the jade is mottled white and green, moist and smooth, with dots of silver densely covered in the jade body, with the green-scaled dragon they just saw in the pool intricately carved on it.
This blue-scaled dragon coiled exactly five times and floated on the wall in a prone posture. The scales were lifelike and the black claws were strong and sharp. The dragon's head was carved with red eyes, and it held a fist-sized bright yellow firefly bead in its mouth, just like a normal dragon. Breathe in the dragon beads and bloom the brilliance.
On the left and right sides, majestic murals are outlined, depicting the major life events of Haidong Emperor from birth to death, enthronement festivals, killing enemies and making achievements, and establishing queens and concubines. Such depictions may not be true. , Most of them are things done by emperors to show off their merits, just to decorate the appearance, and have no other meaning.
Yue Guanchao ignored these murals and focused on looking at the white marble platform the size of a private house in the next room.
Da Yinzun was indeed buried with Mrs. Qionghua!
On this jade platform, which is about ten steps high, there are two golden nan coffins facing each other. Under the illumination of a flashlight, the surface of the golden nan coffins is dazzling, like gold brocade, and extremely gorgeous golden patterns emerge.
Outside the two coffins, brass statues of kneeling slaves are evenly distributed on all sides of the white marble platform.
These kneeling slaves are exactly the same size as humans, with broad foreheads and square faces, narrow eyes, thick eyebrows, and high buns. Their official uniforms are made of copper and iron wire, and their plump and round figures make the clothes look gorgeous. Kneeling, facing the coffin, with his back to the railing, he holds an eight-treasure golden lamp in both hands. After thousands of years, it still has no decaying blue spots and glows with a mixture of red and yellow light.
In the golden cup, there are bright yellow fluorite. They are soaked in clear oil. Their light reflects on the mural and makes sparkling silver water patterns appear on the mural. It is not a candle, but it is brighter than a candle.
Copper is the easiest to corrode and rust. Once it stays in the soil for a long time, it will be covered with green rust and turn into bronze. This is the color of the underworld.
Along the way, except for the brass soaked in tung oil, all the other bronzes they saw were corroded by the underground spring mist and were covered with green spots. Seeing that these twelve kneeling slave statues were not rotten or rusty, who saw it? They were all very curious.
They once again thought about the hundreds of martyrs scattered in the temple, and had to think that the brass kneeling statue was also a statue of human corpses, and unknowingly, the hairs on their backs stood up.
Song Siyuan approached the brass kneeling slave statue with a flashlight and carefully observed the surface of the brass statue. Outside the red brass body, there was an imperceptible transparent outer shell. It felt smooth and cold, as if she was playing with porcelain!
After thinking about it, she figured out the reason why brass is stainless, and then suddenly realized:
"Slavery was not abolished in the Tang Dynasty, and keeping and buying slaves became a common practice. This kneeling slave may not be made by a real person, but it uses the rust-proof process of a bronze statue. The surface of the copper body is plated with a layer of transparent glass, just like The smooth afterbirth on the outside of porcelain can delay corrosion and isolate air."
Master Mao stepped forward and looked at the bronze statue of the kneeling slave: "Song Qianjin's words reminded me of the art of gilding. The so-called gilding refers to plating gold, silver, and glazed on the surface of the statue to make the object less dull. It corrodes easily, but it still looks like new even after decades.”
"That's not all."
Song Siyuan looked at everyone: "You remember the Wengcheng we saw? There was a pool in the middle of the Wengcheng. The thousand-year water vapor produced in it should have rotted the walls and statues long ago. Why did they remain as clean as new when we first looked at them? status."
