"You guys come and see!"

Douyazi shouted to us, as if he had made some amazing discoveries.

When I went over, I saw it was a mural.

This mural was painted on the corridor wall. It used the mineral pigment from the past, and most of the skin was peeled off, especially the faces of the characters in the mural were cracked.

What is this painting?

I panned the flashlight and looked over it inch by inch.

The whole mural gives people the feeling of being mysterious, long-lasting, old and dilapidated.

There are dozens of characters drawn, unifying the Mediterranean bald hairstyle, with only long braids on both sides of the sideburns.

They were wearing pleated clothes made of animal skins and woolen vests on their shoulders. These strange-looking people, holding swords and driving carriages, seemed to be rushing in winter.

I touched my hand gently and one of the people's face fell off. It was not because I used too much force, but because of the wet environment.

He murmured with his head, "These people are Tangwute who escaped from Xingqing Mansion. This mural shows that it was winter when they fled here."

"No, let's put your head..."

I frowned and asked, "It is written in history that the Mongolians besieged Zhongxing Prefecture in July, and Genghis Khan died in July. Did Tangwute leave for more than half a year before he arrived here in Sichuan?"

I thought about my head and held up my flashlight and said, "There is nothing wrong. It's nearly two thousand kilometers from Ningxia to Kangding. It's normal for so many people to escape in ancient times to walk for a few months."

Xiaoxuan suddenly said, "Look at this person, his drawings are different from others!"

Xiaoxuan pointed her hand and saw that there was indeed a very special character on the painted mural.

This is a man, wearing a felt hat. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly. The man was a little hunched. There was a servant beside him supporting him. There was another point. This character was deliberately drawn very big, and he looked a size bigger than everyone else.

This is definitely not a mistake by the painter, it should be what the painter wants to express!

For example, I wanted to express that the person with a hat had a special identity, so I deliberately drew him one size bigger.

“Not wrong…Not wrong…”

He calmed his head and was excited. His fingers trembled slightly, pointing to the man wearing a felt hat on the mural, and firmly said: "He is the last emperor of Xixia, Li Yuan."

Dou Yazi scratched his head and said, "Hey, can't you? Fengzi, look, why is this Xixia emperor dressed like a beggar?"

I ignored Douyazai, held up the flashlight, staring at the man tightly.

When I saw it, I was fascinated.

I felt like I entered the mural, with a whistling north wind blowing beside my ears. Hundreds of Tangwuts were rushing in the wind and snow. Their carriages were pulling boxes of treasures. Due to the heavy load, the ruts left a deep mark on the snow.

In the heavy snow, a tall and thin young man wearing a felt hat slowly raised his head with the help of his servant.

He and I looked at each other.

This man's eyes seemed calm, but it seemed to contain too many complex emotions. The moment he looked at me, I felt like I wanted to kneel down. This was the momentum of a king of a country.

"Yun Peak!Yun Peak!"

Douyazi patted me and said, "Why are you stunned? We didn't respond even when we called you!"

I sweated coldly on my forehead, rubbed my eyes and looked at it.

There is no abnormality between murals or murals.

"No... nothing, I was distracted just now."

If this painted mural is taken out, it will definitely be sold for a high price!

We didn't prepare anything, but I know how to do it.

There is a tomb robber named Zhou in China. His team specializes in selling murals. The specific method is to first wipe off the surface of the ash and dry mud with clean water, then brush a layer of tung oil, and then dry it over fire and then brush a layer of natural peach glue.

Peach gum is the "extra-grade glue alum liquid" sold on Taobao. Then it is layered with rice paper, roasted on fire, and then dried three layers of rice paper and beat it on wooden boards, and then use an iron hammer to hit it firmly. Finally, it is cut down along the edge of the wooden board with a sharp knife, and it is OK to use a chainsaw.

After taking it off, sprinkle a layer of floating soil on the back, grab a piece of wooden board and stole it for a week. Just wait until the inner peach glue is completely solidified and separate the wooden board.

Therefore, the tomb murals we see in the museum are all rectangular, because the wooden boards used at that time were rectangular.

The minimum of the ancient tomb murals is the second-level cultural relics. The consequences are very serious. Selling a bronze round tripod is sentenced to five or six years at most. If you sell this, you will have to start in ten years.

It is thankless, so ordinary tomb robbers don’t reveal the murals. If you don’t believe it, you can see that among the empty tombs, the most remaining are murals and rotten bricks.

Douyazai held a crowbar and hit the wall of the mural. Bangbang knocked it twice, and the sound was solid.

Strange, where did the entrance of the tomb passage go?

Or is it built like this back then?

I felt incredible even when I asked me to walk along the corridor to the head and go to the ear room to take a look.

The ear chamber is not big, about three meters high, with an overall area of ​​more than ten square meters, with a lot of dust and many burial objects scattered on the ground.

There are copper flat pots, gourd-shaped charcoal stoves, oil-saving lamps, iron spoons and other large amounts of daily necessities, most of which are made of iron and are very bad.

These are rags to me, and I don't want them for free.

"Ahhh! Fengzi, look! What's this thing?"

"Where did you pick this good thing?"

"Just under the rotten iron pot, I saw it as soon as I came in."

Douyazi was holding a sculpture of a two-headed bird, with only his head and neck, and no body. He was covered with green colors all over his body. I could tell at a glance that this was burned from the Lingwu Kiln in Ningxia, and it was of the same origin as the Tears Buddha.

This two-headed green bird is also a kind of magical bird in Buddhism, but its grade is not as high as the wonderful sound bird.

How to sell the bird's head with only one's head? I asked Douyazi to find the bird's body as soon as possible. If I find it, I can stick it together and sell it when I go out.

"Body, body, where has the body gone!"

"Damn it! I have no body!"

Twist and turn can't be found!

Douyazai kicked the rotten charcoal basin in anger, and the iron charcoal basin fell to the corner wall! It fell down again.

Um?

No...the sound is wrong...

I quickly walked to the corner and knocked.

I directly smashed it with a crowbar, and Brother Yu and the other guy ran over when they heard the sound.

Dust and broken bricks kept falling.

A black hole appeared in a very small piece. I covered my nose, poked my head and crawled in, and then came out immediately after emitting flashlight.

"Put your head! It's the entrance of the tomb! It turns out that the main tomb chamber is hidden behind the ear chamber!"

We got in one after another.

The entire tomb passage is very dark and there is almost no light. If you don’t turn on the flashlight, you will be unable to see your five fingers.

At the end of the tomb passage is a short stone door that looks extremely thick, with a pancake-faced man engraved on both sides of the stone door.

The cake face man is a slander in the industry, referring to ancient stone carvings, because they are all pancake faces with stares.

These strong men are actually all women. The one on the left door is called "Makui" and the one on the right door is called "Zhaiwoman". In ancient times, people believed that the two pancake-faced women were the daughter of the mother Yasha, who specialized in eating evil ghosts.

"You let me give it, I'll try pushing it down."

Brother Yu held his hands on the stone gate, his legs retreated, his body bowed slightly, and took a deep breath.

Brother Yu groaned and began to exert force.

"Why are you still standing there? Help!"

Douyazai and I both supported the stone gate at the same time and pushed hard.

"no!"

Douyazai let go of her hands and said, "This is not a fucking reaction! It must be locked inside!"

In ancient tombs, no stone door can be completely closed 100%. A gap will be left if it is wide or narrow. This is the limitation of ancient craftsmanship.

The gap between the stone door was very narrow. I lay on the door and tried hard to look inside, and vaguely saw something blocking it.

"I'm in trouble, it seems that the head is dead."

"Are you sure?" He frowned slightly.

I nodded.

The three big men didn't even move, they must have been facing the stone.

We are in trouble with this thing the most annoying.

There are two ways to solve it, either apply explosives or use a needle.

The crooked needle must be chiseled out of the groove of the cow's nose with a chisel on the stone door before putting on the rope to pull the stone off. This is very time-consuming and may take two days.

After checking his head, he said, "Put it directly on explosives, use detonators, and control the amount."

The detonator boxes were all in Xiaoxuan's bag, which was left in Guizai Ridge last time. Xiaoxuan took them out carefully, opened the wooden box, and asked me how many I needed.
To be continued...