Daomu Biji

Chapter 62: The second floor of the ancient building

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The two of us walked forward on the second floor of the Zhangjia Ancient Building, passing through the shelves where the iron figure figurines were placed, and when we encountered a collapse, we cautiously stepped on and climbed over, and walked for a long time before we came to the center of this floor. Location. There is a large space here without placing anything.

Looking around from here, you can see that all the shelves on which the iron man figurines are placed are arranged radially around this point, presenting a complete set of Fuxi's sixty-four hexagrams.

However, apart from these iron man figurines, there is nothing in this layer. The iron figurines are all made of cast iron, just like what we saw under the ruins at the bottom of the lake, they should all be the wreckage of Miloduo sealed with iron.

"This is a warehouse." The fat man said, "When they were doing the project here, all the dead Miluoto might be placed here."

"So many? There is a camp here, right."

"Not too much. Didn't the deformed buddy say that these things move with the human body? It must have been formed by constantly gathering these things during construction."

The fat man said: "There are so many iron figurines that can't be shipped out, so I just piled them all up here. The floor of the tomb of the Zhang family may still be on it. Let's continue searching to see if we can find the way up."

This floor, like the bottom floor, has four huge pillars.

From the outside, the Zhangjia Ancient Building is as high as eleven stories. Except for the one that is buried in the quicksand, there should be eight stories above us.

This ancient building is all built of stone and wood from this mountain. The stone here is mixed with a large amount of "Milotuo", which is very rare.

There are a lot of messy footprints on the ground, and obviously they have searched for the stuffy oil bottle here too. The footprints are too messy to provide us with any reference.

The fat man raised his head and touched his chin to ponder the footprints. After thinking for a long time, he said to himself: "There are too many footprints on the ground, it is hard to judge, but there must be traces on them."

I followed the sound to look up and saw that he was sweeping the beams with a flashlight.

On the beams are densely painted strange Zhangjia characters. These characters seem to have different systems. Each line comes from a different place. The only thing in common is that we can't interpret it, and we don't know what it means.

In one of the lines, I actually saw a paragraph of text from the heavenly scriptures.

The fat man stopped and said to me: "It seems that my speculation is correct. As the most primitive family of tomb robbers, the Zhang family may be the only people in the world who know the truth about Chinese history.

They sealed all the secrets they brought out of the inverted bucket in this Zhangjiagu hug. "

I said: "What do these words actually mean? Do you think the people who built it understand?"

The fat man said, "You don't have to know the hen if the egg is delicious. I guess it was Zhang's family who provided the pattern and designed it into the pattern by Xing Lei.

These different strange characters should all come from fragments of Chinese civilization that have been broken. If my guess is correct, here, the closer it is to the top floor, the closer it is to modernity.

Some secrets of Chinese civilization should be buried in the huge bottom floor at the bottom of Zhangjialou, completely buried by quicksand. "

"Then we go up, aren't we away from the biggest secret?" I said.

The fat man said: "Isn't our brother's main task to save people

You think I have even given up on the meditation device, so don't think about it. The fucking ones here are all heavenly books.

But I saw that there are inscriptions in it, which should be in the early Spring and Autumn Period. If you go up one level, you can probably see a large number of seal characters. "

So we continued to search, and finally found a climbing mechanism on the west side of the building, and the fat man went up first.

After going up, it was unexpected. In this layer, there are no more iron figurines, but a giant tortoise.

The tortoise’s neck and limbs are very long. The human face and body, the forelimb ends are human hands, the hind limbs are the tortoise’s feet, and the face is a female face, vicious and vicious, like a smile but not a smile, like something terrible in Tibet. Thangka portrait.

There is a depression on the tortoise's back. There is a black ball in it. The face is carved on it, and it seems that it can be taken off.

The fat man was amazed when he saw the stone statue: "Do you know the origin of this thing? This is a portrait of the clan, a descendant of the Shennong clan.

"Tai Ping Yu Lan" quoted "Fun Su Tong" as saying that primitive people at that time lived in groups, polygamy, and fertility disorder. In order to make the fertility clear, Nuwa made clay dolls in each gregarious cave and counted the number.

Among them, the clay figurines used by the Shennong Kingdom are human and tortoise bodies. Later, this kind of human face and tortoise figures became the national emblem of the Shennong Kingdom. "

"This national emblem is really shabby, but how can you uneducated people go to "Taiping

"The Royal View"? "I wondered.

"It's not because the Nüwa's breasts on the cover are very large. I thought it was a very hot book, but I didn't expect it to be so serious."

He said, "I still remember a passage in it-"One eye country, one eye, on the top of the facade, Sheng surname, grandson of Fuxi; Three head country, Si class, three heads, and then Xuanyuanchen;" Clan Kingdom is the human face tortoise body, descended from the Shennong clan; Jumang, is the human face island body, the grandson of Fuxi.'

Do you remember the human face bird we saw in Genting? "

I squatted down and watched the details of this turtle carefully, and I found that it was indeed similar to the human face bird statue we found in Genting.

I said: "Jumang is the god of wood and spring. Fuxi and Xuanyuan are people from the myth age. I don't know where this thing was dug out and brought here.

It's definitely not something that we can pour out now, it must be the tomb robbers of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, and there may be such things in the tombs they dug at that time.

The Zhang family's veteran qualification is a veteran qualification, and no one knows this stuff when it is taken out. "

The fat man said: "What kind of god is Chunshen, does it take care of Viagra?"

"It's the god of spring. Let's look around and see what tricks are on this floor. Maybe we can see things from other tribes around."

As he was about to explore, the fat man suddenly coughed again. This time he coughed even more severely, and the lungs of the person who stopped the whole person were pumped, and the person was about to fall to the ground.

I immediately went to support him and saw that the sputum he coughed up this time was full of blood.

When I saw it, my heart was not good. The amount of bleeding is definitely not a trivial matter. Could it be that the moment it shakes the bag, it sucked in so much dust

I thought it would be fine after coughing up, but now it seems that his condition has worsened.

After he coughed, his entire face was pale. I immediately gave him a kettle and asked him to rinse his mouth. "Is it all right? No, don't force it."

Looking at the blood he coughed up, he cursed and said to me: "Let's move faster, stay here again, sooner or later you will do the same."

I supported him and rested for a while before he pushed me away. Then, we looked towards the ground all around.

This place is relatively empty, and there is a series of extremely clear footprints on the ground, all the way forward into the darkness.

When I was walking in the dark, I thought about all kinds of things that I might see immediately, but I didn't expect that after walking around, I discovered that there was nothing in this third-story ancient building.

The footprints stretched all the way around the four sides of the ancient building. The owner of the footprints must be the same as us, thinking that the upward opening must be near the edge of the ancient building and the pillars.

"Isn't the decoration finished here?" The fat man coughed a few times, "I have poured a bucket before, and it is the same. All the tombs, murals, and reliefs are quite complete, but there is nothing inside.

I thought it was stolen, but all the tomb doors are intact. "

I was a little skeptical. Looking at the footprints on the ground, I found that these footprints showed a very strange sign of "walking flowers". After a short walk, the owner of the footprints will stop and circle around a small place.

"What kind of sign do you think this is?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man covered his chest and said, "This is the national standard dance. It seems that the little brother is in a good mood when he arrives at this level. Who is going to waltz with him?" He said that he made a waltz movement.

My heart said that my *** lungs are rotten, and I still have my mind wrangling. Looking down at these footprints, I realized that this is a state of wandering.

They may have found something strange here, so they stopped and took a closer look.

But there is nothing around, empty, so what to look at? There is nothing worth staying here, unless they encounter some unexpected situation here.

"Be careful." I looked at the tracks of their footprints and took a few steps. "According to my past experience, things will happen soon."

"I'm already half a tuberculosis now, can you not trouble me?"

I said: "An early warning is always not a bad thing."

As soon as we finished speaking, the two of us heard at the same time, in the empty hall, there was a series of slight footsteps.

The fat man looked at me, and I looked at him too. I asked, "Is it my brother?"

The fat man shook his head and shot around with a flashlight, but I couldn't see anything. The fat man said to me: "Listen carefully."

The two of us calmed down, spinning back to back, watching the surroundings, and trying to track the footsteps at the same time, immediately I knew why the fat man shook his head.

The sound of footsteps comes from the ceiling. We hit the flashlight up, and immediately found the strangeness of this floor.

The ceiling on this floor is very high, with a lot of beams, forming a huge chessboard-like structure above our heads.

In the grids of these chessboards, in the shadows of the beams, I saw countless things hanging.

"It's awesome." The fat man saw his eyes straight. In the shadow of the entire ceiling. There are tens of thousands of small boxes hung up.

The boxes are large and small, with different shapes and patterns on them. At first glance, they are extremely magnificent.

"Fairy fruit." Fatty said, "It's a fairy fruit. There are so many, so many!"