Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 117

"Interesting, there must be other paths. If I just leave like this, I will waste the opportunity to collect clues..."

Regardless of the rancid smell from the corpse, Jiang Wen searched the tomb carefully, and found that there was something unusual about the tomb.

Leaving aside the fact that the body of this corpse was strong, its facial features were clear, its skin was moist, its muscles were elastic, and its blood vessels were still faintly visible. Just the fact that the deceased was [-]% or [-]% similar to the butcher with the head, Jiang Wen couldn't help suspecting Jibi. Did the corpses in the alley turn into bubbles and disappear at this moment, returning to the coffin before him?

It wasn't that Jiang Wen was scaring himself, but that the head of this corpse was also cut by a sharp blade, and the cervical spine was severed from it. Obviously, it fell into death in a very short time.It's just that the corpse relies on some kind of embalming technology to maintain a strange state of decay and immortality, and it is even impossible to judge the time of death.

"The shape of this tomb is also very particular..."

After Jiang Wen left the dead man's body and carefully inspected the big blue bricks that made up the tomb, he felt even more astonished.

The square boot-shaped tomb is built with octagonal overlapping arches and covered with bucket-shaped caisson bricks.This is not a tomb dug later, but a standard Song tomb!

That is to say, long before the owner of Eryouzhai’s house was built, the tomb had been hidden in the unknown underground. It was not discovered by the owner of the study by accident until the stars moved and the years passed. center of.

The empty tomb had been ransacked long ago, and the burglars who went straight into the cave entered the room without hesitation. Only the coffin that was once painted with vermilion lacquer and filled with rosin was safe, and it was lying quietly in the underground palace together with its owner. , Silently and coldly facing Jiang Wen who broke in.

The corpse was extremely rotten, and the shriveled corpse seemed to contain innumerable miasma, which mixed with the air that suddenly poured in, and turned into colorful strange mist. The strange smell that often comes out of the alley comes from this sleeping underground tomb.

The owner of Eryouzhai has disappeared from the tomb, like a shadow that does not exist under the sun, only the green and warm candle is flickering, which proves that there are signs of someone's activity, and hastily threw the candlesticks here.

After all, in the dark underground, a little candle is the ultimate goal of the moths.

Jiang Wen only saw the candlelight left behind in the ground, but he wanted to know the "candlelight" taken away by the master of Eryouzhai.

"This street does not seem to be earlier than the late Tang and early Song Dynasties, and it is possible to start work to bury such a large tomb. I always feel that there is something wrong..."

Jiang Wen picked up the candlestick to illuminate the tomb, and suddenly saw some silk corners under the vermilion faded lacquer coffin.After gently moving the coffin, he pulled out a roll of silk, unfolded it on the ground, and suddenly found that it was a pair of long silk banners with black characters on a white background.

It is written on this silk banner: "Kuimen looks forward to the king's coming every day, and the Baidi people think after leaving. It is like going to the Yellow Pavilion early, and the rain in the sky is always without thinking." It is conceivable that when the owner of the tomb was buried, he was buried With this banner.

What's more important is that on the corner of the silk banner, there is also a year name - Duanping Bingshen written on it.

Duanping is Song Lizong Zhao Yun's name. Unfortunately, the emperor's skull wine bowl is still in the hands of Jiang Wen.

And Jiang Wen happened to know that the Duanping Bingshen year of Song Lizong's reign was the third year of the third year he used, that is, 1236 AD.

That year was a critical time for Mongolia to aggressively attack the Southern Song Dynasty after the Mongols and Songs united to destroy the Jin Dynasty.Long before the Diaoyu City, which had been defended for 36 years, shocked the world, Kuimen mentioned in the silk banner was already an outpost against Mongolia.

Jiang Wen searched the side of the faded vermilion lacquer coffin, and found another section of teeny lowercase script written in black ink. At first glance, it was written in the handwriting of today's people.

In the Sichuan area, there is a legend that flying soldiers helped to quell the chaos, but they don't know what it has to do with the owner of the tomb.

"White Emperor Kuimen, Duanping three years, died of a broken head and neck, plus the lamentation tone on the silk banner, the dead in the tomb must be a fierce general in the chaos."

Based on this calculation, Jiang Wen can determine the construction year of this tomb, which was during the reign of Lizong in the Southern Song Dynasty.The deceased should be a general who had experienced battles for a long time. He died accidentally during the battle with Mongolia, and was buried secretly in Fuzhou City.

Coincidentally, it is said in Jipi Lane that Zheng Xingzhi, the number one scholar in the Southern Song Dynasty, beat and killed the butcher during this period.

But Zheng Xingzhi is notoriously good-tempered, and his political opponents impeached him for being "lenient but unrestrained, cowardly and selfish", and it doesn't look like Wen Yanbo would kill someone for his offense.

As ministers who also served in Lizong's first dynasty, Unnamed General and Mr. Zheng are similar in age and both are from Fuzhou. The local people may have confused the stories of this general and Mr. Zheng, and turned them into the number one scholar.

Knowing the identity of the deceased in the tomb, Jiang Wen began to search for the exit in the tomb.A candle may not be useful at ordinary times, but it is extremely useful in this seemingly confined space.

Jiang Wen walked around the wall with a candlestick in his hand, carefully observing the direction in which the flame tongues fluttered, and soon found traces of air flow at the bottom of the false window wall, slowly inspected, and groped for a few loose bluestones.

The color of these bluestones is slightly different from the surrounding stones, but the shape regulation is not bad at all!

Jiang Wen guessed that this must be the master of Eryouzhai who searched all over the Song Dynasty tombs, and then selected bricks of such a similar size to make this false wall that hides the world.

Following Jiang Wen's three-finger force to pull out the bluestones one by one, a tunnel of rammed earth was revealed, leading obliquely upwards to an unknown direction.

After covering the coffin boards of the vermilion coffin, Jiang Wen got into this robbery hole that could only be passed by stooping. After a short walk in the corridor, two forks appeared soon, leading to diametrically opposite directions.

Jiang Wen chose the one on the left, and after walking through the vast darkness, he suddenly found that the road in front of him was more and more inclined until it rushed straight to the top of his head, and the sound of incense and praise came slowly.

He climbed up to the hole lightly, and saw two inconspicuous holes, the light of the candle was shining through, and many voices came out from inside.

Through the small hole, Jiang Wen saw a hidden hall, brightly lit in this doomed night, candles burned all night, the hall is open and bright, from the inner pillars, beams and squares to Pingji are full of antiquity, not to mention There is a strange painting on the ground in the distance.

The gods in the painting stretch out many arms, holding eight kinds of magic tools: wheels, snails, umbrellas, buildings, flowers, vases, fish, and knots. There is also a vertical eye on the forehead, as if seeing through the past and present, and the treasure is extraordinary.

However, the belly of this god was suddenly exposed, and his hand was twisting around the intestines, dripping blood, and his neck was slightly protruding, as if he wanted to ask the world why he didn't turn around.

When Jiang Wen saw a bluestone incense table in front of him, with melons, pears, and peaches in a golden basin, he instantly realized that the place where he protruded from the robbery hole should be a clay statue of a god molded on the ground.

And the small hole in front of it is the hollow that was dug out of the mud tire.

"Jipi Lane is adjacent to residential houses, and there is a Tianhou Palace in Weigong Lane, where incense and incense are all gathered here. What is the purpose of the master of Eryouzhai leading a corridor here?"

Just when Jiang Wen was puzzled and was thinking about returning to the original road to catch up with the target as soon as possible, the villager who worshiped the strange statue in front of him suddenly stood up and held it to his chest with the gesture of a lotus flower blooming.

"Welcome to the Red Lotus Holy Mother Bodhisattva."

The voices of admiration and chanting sounded one after another, and it seemed that important figures appeared in a direction that Jiang Wen could not see, interrupting the villagers' practice and chanting of the strange statue.

When the two villagers put away the god statue from the ground, Jiang Wen discovered that the eight-armed magic weapon and the vertical eyes in the forehead belonged to a carefully drawn hollow painting, which was just nested on an old scroll on the ground—the rest Zhang is the original appearance of the disemboweled and nameless ancient Buddha.

"Since the True Buddha has already been welcomed back, why didn't the Dharma Protector Huang Ji come to pick him up?"

An indistinguishable voice sounded, but it caused commotion among the people on the ground, and it took a long time for someone to speak expectantly.

"Guardian Huang...Huang Hufa disappeared after rubbing the true Buddha...it must be, don't you have something important to do?"

That voice seemed extremely displeased.

"Since the disappearance of the Holy Child of the Red Sun, my Dharma lineage has been renounced, and now he, Huang Ji, even the Holy Mother of the Red Lotus, can be ignored?"

Hearing the familiar name, Jiang Wen's eyes brightened as he was hiding in the clay statue, and he seemed to be looking for the right place...

(End of this chapter)