"This old man doesn't know. I only heard the mountain people say that the treasure seemed to have been taken away and divided by the mountain people who came to besiege the city. As for where it went, I really haven't delved into it. After all, we I have no interest in these treasures either.”
Song Siyuan carefully thought about Lao Mo's words, but more doubts arose in her heart: "That's even more strange. These treasures are all poisoned. If they were taken away by the mountain people, why would it be said that the mountain people were poisoned to death? It seems you have never mentioned this."
Lao Mo waved his hand: "Times have changed. Who knows what happened at that time? My old man doesn't quite understand it. If there is a mountain man who survived, he might be able to explain it to you clearly. But, are these people dead? The earth has long since turned into dry bones."
"If you ask me, I guess the treasure may have been buried somewhere by Higashikata. No one can guess."
There are really too many unsolved mysteries about Yu Dongjin. Even if he died, many mysteries were left behind. Yue Guanchao and the others could not find any answers, so they had to leave the city with Wu Mifeng and return to the Witch God Fengqiu along the river. .
After trekking through rivers and wild forests, everyone drove a awning boat to the river near Fengqiu Mountain in the afternoon.
Song Siyuan pointed to the map and looked at the towering mountain, and explained to them: "According to the map, the entrance to the Altar of the Witch God is located at the top of Fengqiu Mountain. We followed the stairs up the mountain and walked up to the end to reach the entrance."
Fortunately, Fengqiu Mountain is a man-made mountain with straight and wide stairs. They didn't spend much effort walking on the mountain. It only took half an hour to reach the top of the mountain and arrive in front of the Altar of the Witch God.
Yue Guanchao stopped not far from the door of the altar and took a closer look. The entrance to the altar is a gentle trapezoidal slope on the top of the mountain. Black iron stone strips are used on the outside of the gentle slope to completely fit the gentle slope, forming a peculiar trapezoidal structure. It can be seen that the front is inlaid with large bronze doors, and the two sides stand on each side. There are twelve lacquered stone pillars with different totems on them. The general image is the twelve gods of the witch people.
Other than that, there was no difference between this place and other wild mountains. If they hadn't been reminded that there was an altar to the witch god, they would never have imagined that this altar was so simple and lacked the majesty that an emperor's tomb should have.
"Going down from here is the Altar of the Witch God. Our location is equivalent to the door of the altar. After bypassing the door, I estimate that I will have to go around hundreds of steps before officially entering the altar." Song Siyuan pointed to the bronze door and said.
Yue Guanchao carefully observed the bronze door. It was similar to the stone door in front of the tomb in Han Dynasty. It also had concave and convex reliefs and sinister shapes. There were countless myths and ghosts carved on the door, creating an incomprehensible mixture of weirdness. The door seemed to be made of metal. Something, tightly shut.
For some reason, a strange thought began to haunt his mind, which prompted him to express his doubts: "Did we find it a little too easy? Does this Altar of the Witch God really have no mechanism at all?"
This question stopped everyone. Song Siyuan explained: "For the time being, there is really no need for a mechanism. First of all, this is not a mausoleum. There are no expensive and luxurious burial objects, so there is no need for a mechanism to protect the tomb objects and the owner of the tomb." , Secondly, this place was used for sacrifice when it was first established, which means that every festival, the high priest of the Witch God Kingdom may send people to sacrifice to the Witch King. If mechanisms are added, it will harm the sacrificial personnel. "
"In short, just like the Ancestral Soul Palace, it is used for sacrifices rather than tombs. The effect of making too many mechanisms is not so obvious. Besides, the wild forest is surrounded by the Lost Forest. There are really too few people who can get here. As long as they can find The people here must have some abilities, and the agency may not be useful to them."
"However, we can't take it lightly. After all, there haven't been many living people here for more than a thousand years. We still need to pay attention to safety when walking."
As he spoke, Yue Guanchao and the others had crossed the twelve pillars and arrived in front of the bronze door. He stepped forward and rubbed the bronze door. The gap seemed to be filled with something, which had already been fused with the bronze.
"Old man Wu, what is this?"
Yue Guanchao didn't know what it was, so he had to ask Wu Mifeng for help. The old man stepped forward and rubbed the gap carefully, and his eyes lit up: "It's stone slurry. The Altar of the Witch God is a sacred place for priests. No one is allowed to come here. In addition, there are few The mechanism is inevitably at risk of being damaged, so simply fill the gaps with stone slurry and then open them again when needed."
"Stone slurry, what is it?"
Song Siyuan was very puzzled by this word.
Wu Xuanyu interjected: "Stone slurry is a binding soil made by the Wu clan. To use it, you need to grind the stone into powder, and then use the iron stone to turn into juice and pour it between the door cracks. After it solidifies, the door will be joined together. It is the safest if it cannot be opened easily."
"If you want to open it, you have to use a chisel to open it bit by bit, or you can use a kind of ant."
"Ant?"
"right."
Wu Mi Feng picked up the Gu flute and played the flute nearby. In less than a moment, he saw that the surroundings were covered with dense ants.
These ants are about the size of the nail of your little finger. Their bodies are divided into three sections and are connected by three oval beans of different sizes. They have small eyes and big belly, full of shiny patterns. Their legs and feet are slender, their mouths have pincers, and their backs are faintly transparent. The wings are dozens of times larger than those of ordinary ants.
Song Siyuan picked up the magnifying glass, stared at the ants at her feet carefully, and explained: "These are rotten beetles. They live in the forest and specialize in eating rotten beasts in the forest. Because they climb in the forest full of poisonous flowers and weeds all year round, they eat them again." The poisoned beast has already accumulated a lot of toxins on its body, and the saliva and body fluids are highly toxic and corrosive."
"My daughter is right, these ants crawled into the cracks in the stone, and it won't take long for the cracks in the door to melt."
After saying that, Wu Mifeng took out his bag and poured the fishy meat powder that rotten beetle ants liked between the cracks in the stone. The ants smelled the meat powder in the air, swarmed up and crawled into the cracks, opened their pincers and kept eating the meat powder in the cracks. Meat powder, when eating, drool on the cracks, making the cracks as if washed with water, shiny and moist.
As the ants climbed and fed, the stone slurry between the door cracks kept bubbling and cracking, and it could be completely removed with a chisel in about one stick of incense.
With a bang, the bronze door was opened by Wu Wei on both sides. Not all living creatures were inside. Hundreds of bats chirped wildly, frightening the people around them to retreat.
"Why are there so many bats here? Are they sealed?"
Song Siyuan saw bats flying out endlessly and became curious about this place.
"Daughter, it is true that the entrance to this altar is sealed. The whole mountain is so huge. It is inevitable that animals will dig holes in the mountain. It is not surprising for bats to get in. This at least shows that animals can survive inside. If even living animals can survive, If you don’t go down, it proves that there is probably poison in the altar.”
While Wu Mi Feng was talking, Yue Guanchao picked up a torch and stood at the entrance. After the surroundings settled down, he looked at the torch. The flames licked the air and swayed in all directions. This situation meant that the altar was not closed, and at least there were other vents connected to the outside world. .
Some people died, but not completely...
