After destroying seven living corpses, Ji Thrush and the others finally stood in a special tomb.
To say that this place is a "tomb chamber" is not entirely true.
Because it is just a rectangular space slightly wider than the corridor outside.
And this tomb is different from all the places they have encountered before because it is full of wooden piles in all directions.
"See that door?"
Master Mingjun raised his fat paw and pointed forward, "If my guess is correct, then behind the door is the person that the benefactors are looking for to die in the pit."
Elena also lit the incense that was less than two centimeters left, and consulted the invisible wind elves in the tomb for the last time, and got the same answer.
Hearing that what he was looking for was right behind the door, Ji Thrush gasped, and the second young master of the Dong family next to him rubbed his little hands in excitement, wishing he could rush in now and take away the 10,000 zombie army he was thinking of.
However, they were all excited, and now everyone still had to solve a difficult problem, that is - how to open the door in front of them.
Yes, the room they were in was very strange now.
It was only about six square meters. Apart from the entrance where Ji Thrush and the others came in, there was a boxy door at the other end that was about half the size of a wall.
It's just that the door is closed, and the stone used as the door panel is very thick at first glance, comparable to the broken dragon stone I have seen before.
Don't say that the explosives brought by the thrush have been used up, even if there are still, a layman would not be so stupid as to detonate the explosives in a sealed tunnel—unless they want to try to end up in this "world" by being buried alive adventure.
Fortunately, the fat monk said that there is no need to use brute force to break through this stone door, it is a mechanism in itself.
Indeed, the left and right walls of this small room, as well as the ceiling, are covered with wooden piles of different lengths, lengths, and thicknesses.
There were hundreds of wooden stakes, almost filling most of the space in the room, so that Ji Xiaoniao and the other five living people could only stand close to the wall at the entrance, and the three zombies were not able to stand because of the lack of space. , can only stay in the corridor outside the door.
If he had to describe it, Ji Thrush felt that the dense wooden stakes in the room were a bit like the plum blossom stakes he had seen in the "Peach Blossom Spring" training ground to practice balance and reaction ability, but their structure was obviously more complicated. Even when I looked up at the roof, I felt dazzled.
"Hey, you don't know that!"
Master Ming Jun slapped his thigh, and began to show off his knowledge.
"This is called 'Luo Shu Pile'. It is recorded in "Yi Shu Gou Yin Tu. Ren Yin Wu Xing Thirty-third". Only when the books are in harmony can this gate be opened..."
Ji Thrush: "???"
After the first sentence, he couldn't understand what the fat monk was saying at all.
Ji Xiaoniao complained crazily in his heart, you are a monk who doesn't study Buddhism, but shows off Taoist classics crazily here, don't you think there is something wrong
The second young master of the Dong family, who has always been impatient, couldn't listen any longer, so he raised his leg and kicked Master Mingjun's respectable buttocks:
"Stop talking nonsense!"
He said in a bad voice:
"Come on, give me a letter-can you open this thing!?"
The fat monk nodded first, then shook his head, "I know how to drive."
He said:
"But I can't open it."
Dong Jing raised his eyebrows:
"why?"
"Because I really can't."
He raised his hand and pointed at the densely packed wooden posts on the ceiling:
"To open this mechanism, someone must climb up to the top and move these wooden stakes to the correct position one by one, but if one is wrong, it may cause extremely serious consequences..."
As he spoke, Master Ming Jun patted his stomach, and everyone saw that under his tattered khaki cassock, a circle of fat rippled like ripples, forming layers upon layers of ripples.
"Look, my figure..."
He hesitated to speak, scratched his fleshy double chin in embarrassment, and lowered his head with drooping eyebrows.
Ji Thrush: "..."
Indeed, given the size of Master Mingjun, not to mention whether he can climb to such a high place, even if his fat arms, which are as thick as the thighs of others, stretch out, they may move the wooden stake next to him, which is too much. Dangerous.
"Okay, I'll come."
Ji Xiaoniao sighed and pointed to himself:
"Master, please command me below, just tell me what to do."
The fat monk still shook his head, "You alone are not enough."
As he said that, his gaze went back and forth twice between the second young master of the Dong family and Ren Dameier:
"Because, two people must move the corresponding wooden stakes in two directions together."
The second young master of the Dong family really wanted to volunteer, but although he has martial arts skills, his level is only a little better than that of the three-legged cat. If he really needs to climb two meters above the ground, he has to play with such a delicate wooden pile array. ... He really didn't have that confidence.
So the only choice was Ren Jianmo.
Ren Damei wasted no time.
He quickly curled his long hair twice in his hand, and fixed it behind his head with a wooden hairpin, and stood under the wall on the left.
Ji Thrush tacitly stood to the right.
Under the guidance of monk Mingjun, the two stepped on wooden stakes that protruded from the wall and were thinner than a woman's wrist. Like two nimble apes, they climbed for more than two meters until they could reach it with their hands. The dense circle of wooden piles on the ceiling stopped.
The fat monk urged Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo to operate together, and at the same time recalled in his mind the content related to this that he had seen in "Yi Shu Gou Yin Tu. Human Endowment of the Five Elements Thirty-third", commanding The two found the correct wooden stake and pushed forward together.
The stake in Ji Thrush's hand was only as thick as a finger, but when he pushed it, he felt that his hand felt quite heavy.
He took a closer look and found that it was not a simple wooden pile, but a wooden coat on the iron bar, just like modern electric wires, it is a double-layer sandwich structure.
-I see!
Ji thrush thought to himself.
Iron products will rust if left unattended, but wood products are too brittle and perishable. Neither of them can be used as organs for a long time in the tomb.
Therefore, the designers of the imperial mausoleum combined the two and wrapped the iron rod with wood in a very genius way, so that the machine here can still be used normally after thousands of years.
— Really clever design.
-only…
Ji Xiaoniao frowned slightly again.
He thought of a question.
This is obviously a tomb, the resting place of the dead, and a place where people can enter and exit—in this case, why set up such a sophisticated door opening mechanism in a place that was not originally intended to allow people to go out
"It's impossible... the dead emperor thought he could be resurrected in the future, so he left an entrance for his army?"
Ji Xiaoniao murmured in a low voice.
After Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo moved the wooden stake together, a series of "cracking" sounds came from the small tomb, as if some heavy and huge instrument was slowly moving behind a wall.
"correct!"
The fat monk clapped his hands happily, "This really is the 'Luoshu Pile'!"
Although Master Ming Jun does not seem very reliable, he has proven his ability many times along the way that he still has some research on this tomb of the former dynasty.
Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo hung on the ceiling like two bats for half an hour before moving hundreds of wooden stakes to where they should go in the correct order according to the fat monk's instructions.
When everything is completed, when Ji Thrush looks up, he can see that the originally messy and disorderly wooden piles have now turned into an octagonal eight-trigram formation. Hanging brightly on the dark gray dome.
In the next second, there was a rumbling sound from the machine behind the wall.
Ji Xiaoniao turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw that the stone slab that was originally blocking the door was slowly raised upwards, driven by four iron cables, until it was one and a half meters above the ground, revealing a gap enough for people to pass through.
Dong Jing's cheeks were flushed with excitement, he almost got carried away, and raised his head to rush towards the door.
Yi Lianna, who was next to him, had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed the hem of the second young master of the Dong family, and shook her head vigorously at him.
Only then did Dong Jing's whole body tremble and he regained consciousness.
The little paper figurines for pathfinding and lighting flew into the door first, followed by the three remaining zombie mercenaries.
The last one is Ji Thrush and others.
The moment he entered the door, Ji Xiaoniao could smell a very strange smell in the air.
It was difficult for him to describe the peculiar smell accurately.
Undoubtedly, it was a stench, like the stench of rotting protein, but it was not too strong.
On the contrary, it is hidden in the smell of sandalwood, myrrh and many spices that the thrush can't name, and it is actually mixed into some kind of indescribable, complex smell like the thousand-year-old wood, full of time stagnation. depression.
"hiss!"
At this time, Elena next to Ji Thrush suddenly gasped, and then murmured softly: "It's really cold."
Yes, the stone door that separates the two spaces is like the dividing line between Yin and Yang.
Just as Ji Xiaoniao passed through it, it was as if he stepped into the underworld step by step, and there was a gloomy and condensed breath that made the hair stand on end.
Several little paper figurines flew out, like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps wandering on the River Styx.
Borrowing those clusters of glowing blue flames, Ji Thrush saw a scene that he would never forget.
Opposite the door is a large hall.
It is really hard for Ji Thrush to imagine how the ancients dug out such a spacious, magnificent and strong underground palace thousands of years ago.
The paper figurines only hovered in front of the crowd, so the space they could see was not that big, but as far as they could see, there were countless soldiers in armor and armed with weapons, lined up in a dense order, and the team stretched into the invisible darkness I don't know how many people there are inside.
"Fuck..."
Ji Xiaoniao shivered, shaking off goose bumps.
"I've seen the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit in Xi'an before... But they are just life-like handicrafts!... As long as I think that all of them were once living people, I really, really feel a little weak..."