Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

"Can you see anything?"

Qian Sheng came up and asked.

Lin Yi handed over the damaged inscription stone in his hand. Qian Sheng took it and looked at it for a moment before taking a breath.

"The person buried in this tomb is not Li Yuanhao?"

Wang Qiang and Bai Lu heard this and gathered around.

"What's going on? What's written here?"

"This line of Tangut text mentions the name of the tomb owner - Qini Darang."

"Qini Darang? Which country are they from?"

"Could it be a transliterated name?"

Qian Sheng shook his head.

"Qini Dalang was the most powerful general under Li Yuanhao at the beginning of the founding of Xixia. He was extremely powerful. It is said that his arms were extremely powerful and could shoot a five-hundred-stone iron-armed bow.

In the early years of Baoyuan of the Song Dynasty, Li Yuanhao launched a rebellion. Qini Dalang followed Li Yuanhao in the north and south, made great achievements in battle, and was awarded the title of 'The First Warrior of Daxia'.

It's a pity that during the "Battle of Anyuan", I met the fierce men of the Northern Song Dynasty - Di Qing and Di Hanchen.

When the two armies faced each other, he was beheaded by the Di Qing formation. His head was taken back and hung on a flagpole outside the Chinese army's tent. The remnants of the Xixia army only snatched his body back.

Later, I heard that when Li Yuanhao buried him, he installed a pure gold head on his head. I don’t know whether it was true or not. "

"It is not unjust to die at the hands of Di Qing, but when we came in, we clearly saw that this person was not the person written on the bronze door. Old Lin, what are you looking for?"

Wang Qiang turned around and found Lin Yi digging in the ruins of the stele pavilion.

"The forehead of the monument."

"What are you looking for?"

"The official system and burial system of Xixia are based on those of the Tang and Song Dynasties. If you want to prove that this is indeed Qinidalang's tomb, you need to find the inscription on the monument."

According to the burial system of the Tang and Song Dynasties, the requirements for tombstones were very strict.

The first grade is a turtle head with a chi head (base), the second grade is a turtle head with a unicorn, the third grade is a turtle head with a Tianlu head and an evil head, and the fourth to seventh grade is a round-headed square fu. The round-headed stele is also called a Jie.

There are even differences in the height and width of the stele body, the stele head, and the height of the pedestal.

Now the two-way stone tablet in the stele pavilion can only be determined to have a turtle base.

The forehead of the monument is quite critical.

"Are you looking for this!"

Lao Feng didn't know when he took a stone and walked up to them.

It happens to be a corner on the forehead of the stele. It depicts a dragon without horns.

"Although Qinidalang's official position was not high during his lifetime, he was posthumously granted the title and was buried as a first-class official, so his monument should be the head of Chi."

Qian Sheng took the tablet and handed it to Lin Yi.

After getting this broken stele and the broken stele engraved with Xixia script, it is now almost certain that the owner of this mausoleum is none other than Li Yuanhao's most powerful general - Qini Dalang.

But why does this mausoleum appear here?

If the magnificent and magnificent cemetery when they came in just now was a mirage, then where was its original location?

Lin Yi turned around and looked at the man in sunglasses beside him.

This guy had been quietly listening to their analysis just now. After getting the information, he immediately lifted his red robe and walked straight towards the dilapidated city.

"Hurry up, Sunglasses is leaving, let's follow him quickly."

Wang Qiang was the first to catch up, followed closely by Lin Yi and others.

The shape of this cemetery is supposed to be similar to a city. After passing the stele pavilion, there are two moon cities on the left and right.

On both sides of the central axis of the Moon City are stone statues. However, only less than half a meter of adobe wall remained in Yuecheng's city wall, and the damage to the stone statues was even more horrific.

In the distance from the Stele Pavilion to the Moon City, there were no more traps or traps.

The group of people walked to Yuecheng and carefully observed the situation here just to be on the safe side.

"If these things had been buried deep in the mountains, how could they be in such a dilapidated state?"

"That's right. It can't be blown by the wind and can't be caught by the rain."

This moon city doesn't look like it exists in the middle of the mountain at all, and the signs of dilapidation seem to have been exposed to the windy and sandy wilderness.

"A Biao, I want to find a good place for you to bury you. You are my good brother A Biao!"

Just as everyone was hesitating, they suddenly heard Ma Wenhai's voice coming from behind.

Looking back, I saw that this guy was holding A Biao's burnt body and staggering towards them along the way they came.

At this time, Ma Wenhai no longer looked as arrogant as before. His eyes were blurred, his face was blank, and he only said a few words back and forth.

"This guy is really lucky. He didn't even step on the trap when he was mixing garlic under his feet. It's really an advantage for him!"

Wang Qiang said these words right in front of Ma Wenhai.

Before putting it aside, Ma Wenhai would definitely quarrel with him.

At this moment, instead of arguing with Wang Qiang, this guy acted as if he didn't hear his words at all. He held A Biao's body and passed through the crowd, heading straight for the Shinto in the middle of Moon City.

"Hey, stop running around!"

When Wang Qiang saw this, he wanted to chase after him, fearing that he would do something wrong again and harm his own people.

Lao Feng secretly reached out and tugged on Wang Qiang's shirt.

"Uncle Feng, why are you dragging me?"

"Don't you see it yet? This man is unconscious now. Can you make sense to him? If he steps on some mechanism and you are still implicated, just let him clear the mines for us!"

Old Feng lowered his voice and ordered.

Wang Qiang stopped and saw Ma Wenhai rushing into the gate.

Behind is the dedication hall, which is generally a place for descendants to come to pay homage. The tablets of the deceased are placed inside, and the items and utensils used by the deceased during their lifetime are also displayed.

Today, the dedication hall has completely collapsed, leaving only the foundations of four adobe walls.

I don’t know if Ma Wenhai is really crazy or pretending to be crazy now. He rushed into the Xian Palace and began to pull away the earth and rocks on the ground with his hands, while still chanting loudly:

"Right here, in this geomantic treasure land, I will bury you here."

After chanting for a long time, Ma Wenhai suddenly stopped what he was doing and stared straight at the ground, as if he saw something strange.

"What did this guy dig up? Did he find gold?"

Hearing this, Guo Wenbin could no longer hold back and slapped Hu Zi with his hand, and the two of them immediately rushed towards the position of the temple.

Suddenly, Ma Wenhai stood up from the ground, with a black rope in his hand.

The other end of the rope seemed to be buried deep in the ground. The guy was tilting his body like a tug of war, trying to pull the rope out of the ground.

Seeing this situation, Lin Yi shouted in his heart: No!

As he spoke, he took out a paratrooper's knife from his bag and threw it towards the black rope.

"Let go!"

Then he shouted at Ma Wenhai.

How can this guy listen to anyone now?

He was focused on pulling the rope out of the ground. When the paratrooper's knife flew over, he also pulled the black rope out of the ground. He himself also rolled several times due to inertia. (End of chapter)