the last priest

What a blessing it is to be able to see the sunset again. Cha Wenbin thought he was dead, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw his brother lying on his chest.

Stretching out his hand, trembling, he caressed the brother's back, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He woke up, just like in the novel, superheroes are immortal, but he is not a superhero, he is just an ordinary person, an ordinary Taoist priest.

He didn't remember how long he had been asleep, he only vaguely remembered that when the black shadow dispersed from the soul-calling banner, he also fell heavily to the ground.He couldn't even recall the battle that night accurately, but the blood on his body was still telling the cruel result.

When fighting with others, one can see the wound; when fighting with it, one can only see the result, that is, he has died once.Although Cha Wenbin has been close to death countless times, he has not gone as far or as deep as this time.

Maybe it's because of death, Cha Wenbin said with a wry smile around the bonfire. It was already dark at this time, and Lao Wang was busy preparing a sumptuous dinner for everyone: take all the dry food Put them together and cook them together, which is called random stewing in Northeast China.

The liquid called "tears" was beating in the eyes of Chao Zi and Zhuo Xiong against the flames, and the fleshy face did not move chopsticks for the first time. Everyone was watching Cha Wenbin, and everyone hoped that this first time If the mouth can be given to him, this is the love between brothers.

"It's good to be alive!" Cha Wenbin sighed, "Eat, eat quickly, take a rest after eating, we have work to do at night." As he said, he took the lead in eating, and he didn't know what it was while chewing. The taste, but he knew he had to swallow it, his body had reached the limit of weakness.

This dinner seemed rich, but they ate very slowly. Everyone gave way to Cha Wenbin as much as possible, because he was still a cold "corpse" during the day, although they knew that even if he became a ghost, he would not come harm them.

Speaking of what happened last night, Cha Wenbin said that he couldn't remember it either.Maybe he didn't want to say it, or maybe he really couldn't remember it. In short, this part of the story was taken underground forever, and no one will know it anymore.For him, it was just a dream. He dreamed that he was on a river, fell into the river and was rescued by a Taoist, and then he woke up, nothing else.

The big dark hole on the ground was still open, and at night, a gloomy atmosphere permeated from nowhere, and they rested after dinner. They were so tired that they forgot Fear.

In the middle of the night, Cha Wenbin woke up on time as if he had set the alarm clock in advance, and woke up everyone. The work for tonight had to start officially, and this was the place they were looking for.

"What's down here?" Although Chaozi hadn't had enough sleep, as a scout, this sleep was enough to support his actions tonight.

"I don't know," Cha Wenbin really didn't know, he replied truthfully, "I feel that this place is probably an underground palace."

The fire on the ground continued to burn, and Zhuo Xiong specially added some more firewood, he wanted to come up later, it was cold outside.

This is a small hole that an adult can barely get into. Chaozi is okay, but it is hard for Lao Wang and Hengroulian. The size of these two people is really difficult. After grinding off countless layers of skin , Reluctantly got in, but there is another world inside.

Zha Wenbin's body was still quite weak, so he could only keep reminding them to be careful, because the compass pointer in his hand didn't stop shaking for a moment, which was not a good sign!

I don't know how many years no one has been here. There are scattered stones in front of this spiraling stone road, and it seems that they all fell later.A faint strange fragrance poured into their nostrils, and the inexplicable fragrance became stronger as they went down.

Finally, when they stopped in front of a huge wooden platform, Zhuo Xiong, who had been doing carpentry since he was a child, recognized at a glance that it was mulberry wood.They are all thick and thin mulberry trees surrounded by three people, cut into sections and built like building blocks.

Not to mention why these mulberry trees are so huge, they saw three at the entrance, how much manpower was needed to transport them in and stack them like this, which was almost as difficult as climbing to the sky in the past without mechanization.

"Is this the outer coffin?" Old Wang asked with a trembling voice. He has buried countless tombs in his life. The age also started from the Yin and Shang Dynasties to the Republic of China. I have also touched it, and even the legendary Huangchang Tigou is almost unbearable compared with this one.

If the outer coffin of Xinzhui Han Tomb in Changsha Mawangdui is big enough, then this one is fully double it!

What's even more rare is that in this humid environment surrounded by lakes, not only did the wood show no sign of decay, but after Chaozi gently wiped off the faint layer of ash on the outside, it was still lifelike, as if it had just been put in yesterday. .These thick and simple woods are so tight that even a blade cannot be inserted. How can a skilled carpenter do this?

On this huge coffin, a black mushroom grew out of it, which was indescribably weird.

Zha Wenbin decided not to touch it yet, but to start looking around to see if he could find any other valuable clues.With such a large-scale aboveground complex and magnificent underground world, there should always be some clues left behind, such as stone tablets used to sing praises or murals describing the past. These things are what he is looking for.

The area here is no more than half the size of a football field. It is square and square. Such a space was completely artificially carved out on this island full of bamboo forests, and the coffin took up half of it. They could easily find it. So he took the coffin and walked a full circle, and in the small space, he could scan every corner with a glance.

But the result is often contrary to imagination, and someone is willing to leave an empty underground palace for you to guess.

While they marveled at the unparalleled creativity of the ancients, they didn't even discover the simplest words and murals. This place is just an empty stone chamber, not even an underground palace, let alone funerary objects.

Back to the original point again, a group of people looked at this huge wooden structure that could only be described as majestic, and for a while did not know where to start.Although there is no rivet link, but with this volume of wood, it is not something ordinary tomb robbers can do.The most experienced person here is Lao Wang, and he has no idea.

In this ghost place, this is the first time I have come into contact with something that can give a glimpse of history, not to mention, they are here to find something.According to the custom of the Chinese, after death, the most precious things in front of them must be taken underground, so they will do everything possible to set up various means of robbing the tomb. If you really regard this place as a mausoleum, the handwriting is probably unprecedented in history. People can reach it.Even Qin Shihuang failed to set up such a large perimeter and those formations that would kill people everywhere.

Chaozi's climbing claws made a "huhu" sound in his hand, and he let go of his hand and landed on the top of the coffin with a "snap". After looking at Zhuo Xiong, he immediately kicked those claws The smooth mulberry material is climbing up slowly, and the comrades below have already drawn their guns and are ready to fight. This is the fighting consciousness cultivated in the army, and they are always on guard.

The coffin was almost as high as a two-story building from the ground. When Chaozi passed the black mushroom, he felt dizzy from the aroma. Could it be the smell from this thing?But he didn't have time to stay, and he had to do business right now.

Seeing Chao Zi striding upwards, Cha Wenbin always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was, it was just his intuition that something would happen again, he just wanted Chao Zi to stop going up , the kid shouted from the top: "I've reached the top!"

what is it?Although the pointer on the compass didn't stop turning for a moment, he couldn't find anything abnormal. He closed his eyes and tried to feel it with his heart. Sometimes the eyes can be deceived.

The top of the outer coffin was attached to the rock, leaving a gap, which was dark. Chaozi tried it, and when he was able to crawl forward, he shouted down: "I'll crawl in and have a look, you wait for me."

It was only when Zha Wenbin wanted to stop him, telling him not to worry, the boy's figure had disappeared from their sight, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger again.

Be quiet!It's so quiet here!The quietness makes people fall into a kind of deep loss. Cha Wenbin seems to be completely out of this world when he closes his eyes. He can even see the small scratched line on the back of his clothes mark!

Just ask who in this world can see his own back!Cha Wenbin's eyes opened suddenly, and when his eyes moved to the pearly black mushroom, he couldn't leave again, and three words slowly rose in his heart: Death's Coffin!