"Daughter, there is an old saying that a clever woman cannot make a meal without rice. The loss of ancient technology does not necessarily mean that the skill has disappeared. It may also be that all the objects required for the skill have not been collected, or have even disappeared."
"You mean, the thing can't be found!"
Song Siyuan listened to the meaning of Uncle Yue's words and guessed the deeper meaning of his words.
Yue Qingshan nodded towards her: "Yes, during the Han and Tang dynasties, people liked to build tall buildings, and they used giant trees that were thousands of years old. Just one piece of wood could be as strong as the wooden beams of the whole house in later generations. The materials used were luxurious, and the buildings looked... Towering and domineering.”
"However, from the Song Dynasty to the previous Zhu Ming Dynasty, the thousand-year-old wood has been almost used up. After the brick-burning technology matured, thick rammed earth walls were no longer needed. Building materials were also innovative. The area of houses was gradually reduced. Some techniques for building high-rise mansions were In this process, it was gradually lost, so that in this era, common people could only build low tile-roofed houses, and even the buildings of the imperial palace were much smaller than the palaces of the Han and Tang Dynasties."
Listening to Uncle Yue's words, Song Siyuan already understood the deeper meaning of his words, and asked in a mysterious tone: "You mean, the innovation in construction technology also affects tombs?"
Yue Qingshan nodded and sighed: "Yes, there are three religions and nine streams in the Golden Rat. Among the people who went to the tomb with us were carpenters. The tombs of nobles in the pre-Qin Dynasty were no different from cities. The tombs in the Han and Tang Dynasties were as big as palaces. , by the time of the Zhu Ming Dynasty, there were only a few tombs left, and there were few tombs directly comparable to palaces."
"If you think about it, even the tombs of nobles are shrinking, and the tombs used by ordinary people without financial resources will only become smaller and cruder."
"In my old life, it's hard to build a tall house. I just need to find the blueprints."
As soon as Ren Peacock finished speaking, he saw Yue Qingshan shaking his head: "The skills of ancient people were passed down from generation to generation. Some skills are still secret. Many skills have been lost after being passed down to the next generation. Some skills even Because they are extinct, they have disappeared long ago.”
"If you want to preserve your skills, you can only use drawings to draw them down and preserve them. During the Han and Tang Dynasties, some people did collect architectural styles. However, in the later stages of the Song, Zhu and Ming Dynasties, some things were deliberately destroyed and lost to records after several foreign rule. , it has long been out of use.”
Song Siyuan listened to the old man's words and thought about it carefully, she could understand that this was the case. King Haidong was just a small country in Pian'an, and the area of his tomb was not small. The size and area of the Tang Dynasty Soul Palace must be wider. After saying this, she finally concluded I understand why Uncle Yue sighed. Although the destruction of original materials will make it impossible to make something, what really makes the ancient skills lost is the man-made disaster caused by the rotation of dynasties.
What the old man saw from the tomb must be more realistic and cruel than what was on the ground!
Yue Qingshan glanced down at the dragon bone bridge: "The only ancestral tombs of the Han and Tang Dynasties that have large tomb bridges like this have broken legs in other places."
"Why doesn't it seem like there's no water down here?"
Yue Erpao stood by the fence, leaning against the railings of the copper bridge and looking under the bridge. After the gray fog dissipated, the underground river below the bridge piers came into view clearly.
Black, really dark!
The underground waterfall was still a normal color when it spurted out from the cracks in the cliff. Once it entered the valley, it immediately changed its appearance. It was as if what was flowing throughout the valley was not groundwater, but black and shiny ink!
"How could the river water be black?"
Yue Erpao thought he was being deceived, so he looked at the abyss water source with his flashlight. It could be seen that the water surface was dark not because there was no light.
"Black water? Could it be the Evil Luo Styx River?"
They had never heard the words that appeared in Ren Peacock's mouth. Song Siyuan asked back: "Sister Ren, what is Evil Luo Minghai?"
"This is the legend of the ancient Chu ancestors!"
Ren Peacock pointed at the black water, his tone became mysterious, and he introduced Evil Luo Minghai.
The so-called Evil Luo Minghai is a legend of the ancestors of ancient Chu. Just like the Huangquan Naihe River in Han Dynasty, it is a bridge that the dead must cross.
When people die and their luck returns to Youdu, the first thing they have to go through is the Evil Luo Underworld Sea. All the evil depravity and good causes and effects of these souls carrying their luck will be absorbed and purified by the Evil Luo Underworld Sea. By the time he came ashore from the Sea of Hell, he would have gone to see the old god of Qinling with his pure luck.
In order to fear that these souls of destiny would lie and forge, the old gods would extract the cause and effect of their merits and demerits from the evil Luo Minghai to level rewards and punishments. It can be said that the evil Luo Minghai collects all the evil and good deeds of ancient Chu souls. The river water has been soaked by souls for many years and has become black and shiny. As long as a mortal takes a sip, he can think of thousands of causes and effects of the past.
"If you want to enter Youdu, you must cross the Evil Luo Underworld Sea. This is the rule left by the ancestors of ancient Chu."
After Ren Peacock finished speaking, Song Siyuan looked at the black water again. The turbulent black sea had absorbed many evil things before it became pitch black.
"I heard the old man mentioned this in the Dragon Gate Formation, but I never took it seriously. Now it seems that it is indeed the case. I just don't know what this Heishuizi is."
When Yue Guanchao and the others saw a few people stop, they thought the situation had changed, so they ran back to where they were and gradually joined the others.
"Yue Guanchao, look at the black water under the bridge."
