People are in the comprehensive tomb, unloading the mountain and stealing the chief

Chapter 223 Sheng Ji!

After thinking hard for a while, Chen Ziyan shook his head helplessly: "I don't know much about the situation during this period, and now I don't have any information to check. I really can't think of anyone who meets the requirements."

He had just carefully searched the information in his inheritance, and found that even in the thousands of years of Xiling inheritance, there were very few records about the Western Zhou Dynasty.

"I thought of someone, but there are some similarities." At this moment, Shirley Yang suddenly said this.

Her words instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Who?" Chen Ziyan asked quickly.

At this time, even if there is a slight possibility, it may become the key to breaking the game, and it must not be ignored.

Xue Liyang slowly spat out a name: "Sheng Ji!"

"Sheng Ji?" Chen Ziyan repeated the name, subconsciously looking at Hu Bayi.

There is no information about this person in his memory, so he wants to see if Hu Bayi knows.

But before he asked, he got the answer from Hu Bayi's equally confused eyes. Obviously, our comrade Xiao Hu didn't know this information.

As for Ding Sitian, it goes without saying that this is not his specialty at all.

Seeing the confused performance of several people, Xueli Yang knew that they had never heard of this person, so she said: "Don't you see that King Mu cried for three days and hurt Sheng Ji in front of the Chongbi Stage. I'm talking about this Sheng Ji."

In fact, it was quite a coincidence that Shirley Yang could think of the answer.

Because of her grandfather, although her family has settled in the United States, she has not slackened her study of traditional culture, and she has developed a habit over the years, learning some knowledge every day, sometimes poetry, sometimes It is an article.

And she happened to read this poem "Mrs. Li" by Bai Juyi not long ago. When she saw this poem, she was curious about where the allusion came from, so she went to check it, but she didn't expect it to be used now.

"King Mu? Is it King Mu of Zhou?" Chen Ziyan didn't have much impression of Sheng Ji, but this King Mu left a deep impression on him.

You must know that in the world view of stealing pens, this person has left a lot of ink.

"Well, it's King Zhou Mu." Xueli Yang didn't know this, but just nodded and told what she knew about Sheng Ji's life.

In fact, there is nothing to tell about Sheng Ji's life, because the records about her are all from the time she met King Mu of Zhou, and she died of illness five years later, how can there be many stories in five years.

But it is undeniable that the few stories of Sheng Ji can correspond to the content of this relief.

It's like King Mu built the Chongbi Terrace for him, and died of illness during the parade.

Chen Ziyan glanced at the relief again, and said thoughtfully: "If the man on it is King Zhou Mu, then everything would make sense."

As the most respected emperor at that time, the first meeting between Sheng Ji and him is indeed qualified to be recorded in this relief.

And this just confirmed their previous speculation that this unremarkable first scene appeared because of the special identities of the characters in it.

At the same time, Chen Ziyan couldn't help but a new doubt arose, that is, why did King Zhou Mu do this?
Different from others, he knew some secrets of King Zhou Mu, so he immediately connected this matter with the so-called Longevity Plan.

If it is other Western Zhou emperors, then perhaps the purpose of doing this is not that complicated, but King Mu of Zhou will definitely not, because this is a person who has a deep understanding of the secrets of the world.

It can be said that everything planned by this person will never be as simple as it seems on the surface.

It can be seen from the restoration of the ghost tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty and the temple that it was definitely a building that took a lot of effort.

It can be seen that everything in this place was not done casually, but the result of careful arrangement.

But after guessing this step, he can only stop, unless he gets some more detailed information.

Hu Bayi didn't know that Chen Ziyan had already thought of so many things in such a short period of time, and he was only focusing on his eyes at this moment.

After listening to Shirley Yang's narration, he was already sure that this should be Sheng Ji's real home.

After carefully looking at the inside of the stone coffin, he said: "Except for this incorruptible female corpse, there is not even a single burial thing in this stone coffin, which is a bit unusual."

"Maybe...it's because she didn't die..." After hesitating for a while, Chen Ziyan said such a sentence.

"Not dead? How is this possible?" Hu Ba immediately wanted to refute.

The era when King Mu of Zhou ruled nearly 3000 years ago, how could anyone live for such a long time.

"Perhaps our initial guess was wrong. This Western Zhou Phantom Tomb was not transformed into a tomb." Chen Ziyan did not explain, but said this.

He also thought of this question in a flash of inspiration just now, that is, did the person suspected of being similar to King Wannu really die like this?
The murals in the temple do not mention this at all.

And looking back at the stone coffin, apart from being in the Hades, it doesn't matter if it's a stone coffin or a sealed stone box.

This can also explain why there is a coffin without a coffin, because this is not a coffin at all.

Hu Bayi fell into silence when he heard the words, and began to think about this possibility. He knew that Chen Ziyan was not the kind of person who was aimless. Since he said so, he must have noticed something.

But Ding Sitian asked: "Do you think it has something to do with that bronze door?"

She knew more inside information, so she thought more deeply.

Hearing Ding Sitian's question, Chen Ziyan's eyes flickered slightly, and he planned to test it out to see how much Ding Sitian and the organization behind her knew about the secrets of this world.

"Miss Ding, have you heard of King Wannu?" Chen Ziyan asked.

Ding Sitian frowned and said nothing, she really didn't know what Wannu King was, let alone why Chen Ziyan suddenly mentioned it.

But what she knew was that it was the name she heard for the first time, and it must have some secret connection with the things here.

So Ding Sitian secretly kept this name in his heart, and planned to look it up after returning home.

Seeing that Ding Sitian was being questioned, Hu Bayi next to him put aside his doubts for the time being, and said what he knew: "Wannu King is the king of the Eastern Xia royal family in legend, but there is no clear evidence of its existence. History books There are very few records about Dongxia, only that it is a regime of the Jurchen tribe, it is said that when the Jin Dynasty was in decline, it broke away for the revival of the Jurchen, and it seems to have only existed for a short time."

"I don't know much about Dong Xia's affairs, but Wan Nu Wang is not as simple as you know." After Chen Ziyan left such a meaningful sentence, he didn't continue.

The answer he wanted has already been obtained, and if he wants to know more, it depends on what price the organization behind Ding Sitian will pay.

Perhaps Chen Ziyan's IQ is not very high, and maybe without the "prophet", he is not as quick thinking as Shirley Yang.

But his biggest advantage is that he is sober enough. He doesn't think that the two sides will immediately become close strategic partners in a not-so-solid partnership.

So after realizing that Ding Sitian didn't know much about King Wannu, he immediately changed his strategy and deliberately released such a tempting 'bait' in order to take some initiative.

After all, Yunding Tiangong naturally had to take a trip, so there was no problem for him to make preparations earlier.

What's more, Ding Sitian's answer obviously told him that the bronze door found by her and the agency behind her was not the one in Changbai Mountain.

Chen Ziyan was very interested in this.

(End of this chapter)