Revolution in the depths of the soul

The sneakers that Zhan Xing wore, and the military boots that Lin Jingfeng wore, soon Zhan Xing began to feel depressed.

Although there is not much water on the mountain, it is easy to step on the mud because one foot is deep and the other is shallow. Lin Jingfeng walked in front of the team expressionlessly. Zhan Xing glanced at the young man wearing glasses. He was carrying a huge backpack. It was also a bit heavier than Lin Jingfeng's equipment.

The old thief Xie has no bags, and he and Uncle Biao walk in the front, walking like flying, chatting a few words from time to time.

"Hi! Xiao Fang." Zhan Xing said friendly, "Help you recite for a while?"

The surname Fang was sweating, waved his hands, looked at Lin Jingfeng, and said suspiciously: "Aren't you going to help him carry it?"

Zhan Xing said: "Ah! Yes!"

He happened to be a little tired from walking, so he grabbed Lin Jingfeng's hiking bag and was dragged forward by him.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Lin Jingfeng: "..."

Fang Zhuo said, "Your master is very kind."

Zhan Xing tilted his head, changed the subject and asked, "Are you studying history?"

Fang Zhuo replied: "I study medicine, but I can't find a job after graduation. Uncle Xie is my father's friend..."

The old thief looked back at his apprentice, Fang Zhuo wisely fell silent.

Lin Jingfeng said in a deep voice, "Come here."

He draped Zhan Xing's shoulders, pulled him in front of him and hugged him, plugged an earphone into his outer ear, didn't play music, and deliberately walked to the end of the line, looking like a good relationship between the young master and the apprentice , Get together to fight around.

"What can be dug out here? Be specific." Lin Jingfeng asked in a very low voice, almost sticking to Zhan Xing's ear.

Zhan Xing thought for a while and said, "It should be something like bronze. If it was in the Zhou, Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, there would be jue, cups, and cups..."

Lin Jingfeng: "What... what?"

Zhan Xing: "Zhi (zhi), an ancient drinking device, let me ask you two questions instead. Do you have a horse? If not, do you have a wife?"

Lin Jingfeng automatically ignored Zhan Xing's question: "Since there are a lot of bronze wares, why was he so secretive when he spoke just now, selling bronze wares and coffin boards is nothing unusual... Are you sure these are the only ones that are valuable?"

Zhan Xing: "What else can there be if it is worthless? Gold is not too popular. At that time, artworks were basically preserved in bronze. Sarcophagi are very valuable in the eyes of archaeologists. They are actually of little value as collectibles. Get rid of these ..."

Lin Jingfeng: "Keep your voice down."

Zhan Xing said mysteriously, "There are only dead people left!"

Lin Jingfeng shrugged indifferently, but Zhan Xing said seriously: "Dead people can be sold for money."

Lin Jingfeng: "It can only be donated to the museum."

Zhan Xing said: "Rich people will also buy it back for collection. I have seen Loulan's mummy, which is well preserved. It is a handsome guy with brown hair and long eyelashes, 1.9 meters tall. It was sold at a world-class cultural relics auction at that time. A high price, and did you know that ancient corpses can also be used as medicine."

Lin Jingfeng returned to his normal voice and said, "I've heard of ancient corpses being used as medicine."

At this moment, Uncle Biao turned around and asked, "Where did you hear that?"

Zhan Xing replied: "Li Shizhen's "Compendium of Materia Medica", the last volume: the second volume of the Ministry of Human Beings, 'There is a man in Tianfang, 78 years old, willing to sacrifice his life to help the public..."

Several people stopped in their tracks and listened to Zhan Xing's explanation.

"Wherever you eat the ancient corpse, you can make up for the damaged parts of your body." After Zhan Xing explained, he added: "But I don't really believe this."

Uncle Biao nodded, and Lin Jingfeng could almost guess it.

Fang Zhuo had a hairy expression, and the old thief turned around and asked, "You don't even know this as a medical student?"

Fang Zhuo: "I... don't study Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine is empiric, so it's not accurate."

Zhan Xing nodded sympathetically.

Fang Zhuo was out of breath, and holes began to appear around him. There were few trees on the mountain, and most of them were species of temperate and arid climate.

In the afternoon, the old thief began to test the soil with a Luoyang shovel.

Zhanxing observed his every move, and saw that the old thief surnamed Xie inserted the conical shovel into the ground. Uncle Biao opened the tripod, connected the motor driven by the battery, and dug into the ground like a drill. Tapered thread for easy turning digging.

It turns out that tripods are used in this way, but now all tomb robbers use high-tech crime tools.

The old thief unscrewed the exposed handle of the Luoyang shovel, and the internal mechanism closed, gathering the soil where the tail of the shovel was.

The tripod rotated in reverse, and the Luoyang shovel was brought out of the ground. Fang Zhuo, Lin Jingfeng and Uncle Biao stepped forward.

Lin Jingfeng picked up the soil and sniffed it, while Uncle Biao looked at them.

Uncle Biao said, "There are quite a few burglars nearby. If there is a show, you don't need to dig one."

Lin Jingfeng didn't comment. He sat in the rest area, and the three remaining Biaoshu discussed in low voices.

The old thief crushed the soil, put it in his mouth and tasted it for a while, then Zhan Xing whispered, "Are you going to be like him? What does it smell like?"

Lin Jingfeng didn't answer.

Zhan Xing: "You are pretending, right? Yes, you are very good at pretending? I think it is impossible to smell the age by smelling the soil... At least you have to eat."

Lin Jingfeng lifted his foot and kicked Zhan Xing sideways, and Zhan Xing became quiet.

After a while, the three of Uncle Biao reached a consensus, packed up their things and went to the back mountain. Uncle Biao found a robbery cave.

"Sure enough, it's here." Uncle Biao said happily.

Lin Jingfeng said, "How many people died inside?"

Uncle Biao's expression froze, he quickly waved his hands and said, "It's nothing, Brother Lin was joking."

Zhan Xing immediately thought that this robbery hole might be the tunnel that Uncle Biao said was opened by tomb robbers reselling antiques in Beijing. Maybe the old woman mentioned that the tomb robbers who died in the mountains were the same group of people that Uncle Biao had seen. ?

"Go down and take a look." Uncle Biao said, and then looked at Lin Jingfeng and old thief Xie with a questioning look: "The juniors brought by the two stayed on the ground?"

Zhan Xing became smecta in an instant, traveled thousands of miles to the mountains, finally entered the mysterious underground kingdom, and was left outside to watch the wind? !

"How can this work!" Zhan Xing said solemnly: "Water comes and goes, fire comes and fire goes, I will go wherever Master goes!"

Lin Jingfeng said, "Then, Zhan Xing and I will stay here."

The old thief nodded in satisfaction, Zhan Xing was dumbfounded, and said, "This...isn't going to work."

The old thief Xie said: "Lin San is watching the wind, naturally you can rest assured, let's find out first, and we will talk about the rest after the night."

Uncle Biao fetched a rope and fixed it to a tree. Fang Zhuo said, "I...shall I go in too?"

Fang Zhuo's face was pale, Zhan Xing was completely depressed, and he wanted to use his stalking skills to go up and pick him up again: "Brother Fang, I will trade with you..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was already kicked by Lin Jingfeng. reclined.

The rope was lowered, and the three of them went into the robbery hole. Zhan Xing had to move a small Maza, sat on the side, took out his mobile phone, and started playing games.

Anyway, it's just exploring the way, and there is still a chance to get in.

Lin Jingfeng lit the fire and boiled a pot of water: "You have watched too many Yankee movies, and tomb robbery is not all about taking risks. Someone has to watch out."

Zhan Xing's mobile phone beeped strangely, and he answered a few words casually after having a great time playing.

Other people's tomb robbing is a thrilling adventure, with all kinds of heroism and various protagonist halos, but when you come to rob the tomb by yourself, you have to squat at the entrance of the cave and watch the rope.

Lin Jingfeng was sitting, stretching his already long middle finger, as if he wanted to make it longer, squinting his eyes, and asked after a while: "What else do you know? About the Republic of China? What are you playing? Don't worry." played."

Without raising his head, Zhan Xing said, "A group of pigs snorted and snorted and stole a bird's egg, and the birds were very angry..."

Lin Jingfeng: "Enough."

Zhan Xing put away his phone and said solemnly, "You don't keep your word."

Lin Jingfeng is really the first two big, said: "I don't have a girlfriend."

Zhan Xing's eyes sparkled, and Lin Jingfeng said again: "I...don't have a boyfriend! Let me ask you instead."

Zhan Xing said: "Dang Yukun, a warlord during the Republic of China, stole a large number of cultural relics from Daijiawan, a cockfighting platform.

Lin Jingfeng said noncommittally, "It's impossible to sell it at home. What happened to him?"

Zhan Xing said again: "He will die soon."

Lin Jingfeng frowned, and Zhan Xing said: "I heard that there was a beautiful copper hairpin among them, he gave it to the fourth concubine, and that night his fourth concubine was possessed by a female ghost and strangled Dang Yukun to death with her own hands. Later, the treasure passed into Feng Yuxiang's hands..."

Lin Jingfeng: "It's nonsense."

Zhan Xing took out his phone and continued to play the game: "You don't believe this? What have you learned?"

Lin Jingfeng: "One is fate, two is luck, three is geomantic omen, four is accumulation of yin virtue, and five is reading."

Zhan Xing said with a grin, "Tomb robbery damages morality."

Lin Jingfeng didn't answer him.

Zhan Xing made a cup of instant coffee and drank it. Time passed and the two watchmen had nothing to do. Lin Jingfeng started to practice boxing against a tree, while Zhan Xing took apart Lin Jingfeng's Swiss Army Knife and played darts against the tree.

Lin Jingfeng took off his coat and wore a grass green vest, showing his well-proportioned arms. Although his figure was thin and tall, he didn't lack any muscles he should have.

Zhan Xing threw the flying knife and nailed it firmly to the tree, Lin Jingfeng turned his palm sideways, and cut across the tree, the flying knife passed through his arm with a swish, Lin Jingfeng turned his head sideways.

At the same time, they heard a dull sound coming from the depths of the robbery cave.

Zhan Xing asked, "Uncle Biao is blowing up something?"

Lin Jingfeng frowned and said nothing, shook his head, quickly jumped to the robber's cave, and shouted: "Can you hear me?"

Lin Jingfeng pulled the rope, and the end was light, Lin Jingfeng shouted again: "Brother Biao?"

The dark robbery cave is like a devouring beast, the sky gradually darkens, and the setting sun casts afterglow through the jagged woods.

Zhan Xing poked his head curiously, took out his cell phone, and asked, "What's their cell phone number? Make a call and ask?"

Lin Jingfeng was speechless, took a hip bag, tied it around his waist, jumped up, with the rope between his military boots, and slid down the burglary.

"You wait up there..." Before Lin Jingfeng could finish his sentence, Zhan Xing shouted excitedly: "Finally, we can start exploring!"

It was said that Bi Zhanxing slid down with a whoosh and landed on Lin Jingfeng, crushing him to the ground.

"We should have a walkie-talkie or something..."

"Your sister, shut up." Lin Jingfeng reprimanded.

"The rope on the tree is very stable, don't worry..."

Lin Jingfeng: "..."

"I brought a flashlight..."

Lin Jingfeng nodded Zhan Xing with his fingers, feeling angry, Zhan Xing met his palms with a smirk, touched them together, and then clasped Lin Jingfeng's fingers with five fingers.

Zhan Xing: "I'm with you."

The nylon fabric of Lin Jingfeng's fingerless gloves feels rough, but the fingers are very warm.

"You follow behind, don't say anything more." Lin Jingfeng pulled out his hand and ordered.

Zhan Xing nodded, and Lin Jingfeng said, "Put on your earphones."

Zhan Xing put his head down to connect the phone, found that there was still a signal, turned on the flashlight furtively, looked inside, and said, "Is anyone there?"

The path was completely dark, Lin Jingfeng snatched the flashlight with one hand, and with the flashlight in one hand, he bent down and pulled out the dagger beside his military boots, like a swift wild leopard.

Loud rock music came from Zhanxing's headphones.

Lin Jingfeng walked along the ropes. A bundle of climbing ropes was only 73 meters long. The passageway was dark, and the flashlight illuminated it. The loess hole was brand new, obviously dug a few months ago.

The burglary continued to expand, and there were many messy footprints on the ground. Zhan Xing put his hands in his coat pockets, looked around, and reached out to pinch the small bag behind Lin Jingfeng's buttocks. When he pinched the hard machine, he recognized it as a gun.

"Don't touch." Lin Jingfeng said indifferently.

Zhan Xing didn't hear it, he fumbled around, found the wallet behind Lin Jingfeng's butt, and pinched his butt again, Lin Jingfeng frowned, and said angrily, "Don't touch it!"

Zhan Xing looked blank, his head was full of question marks, the rock music was played too loudly, he pointed at himself, then at Lin Jingfeng.

Exhibition line: "?"

Lin Jingfeng: "..."

Lin Jingfeng stopped in front of a stone gate, looked up, and saw scarlet writing on the stone gate, shocking.

Zhan Xing opened his mouth and found that the end of the climbing rope was caught in the stone gate.

Lin Jingfeng turned his dagger and knocked on the stone door, then turned his head and put his ear on the stone door to listen. He heard the American singer in the grave screaming at the top of his lungs.

Lin Jingfeng was puzzled, turned his head and glanced, and found that Zhan Xing followed suit, and he also turned his head to listen, with the earphones attached to the stone door, and the rock music was blaring.

Lin Jingfeng said, "Can you understand the writing on the wall?"

Exhibition line: "?"

Lin Jingfeng took off Zhan Xing's earplugs, shone a flashlight on them, and said, "Translate."

The words on the stone wall are all written on stone drums, which are very old, like a suicide note soaked in blood.

Zhan Xing pointed to the end of the rope: "This door should not be closed, they should have touched some mechanism in the tomb to make it close."

Lin Jingfeng raised his head and looked at it: "Well, the key is how to open it again."

Zhan Xing: "The tomb of a royal family in the Zhou Dynasty."

Lin Jingfeng: "Which king?"

Zhan Xing: "I don't know, the Zhou Dynasty is 800 years old, how can I recognize it, and the characters are not the same as the big seal characters, oh... I probably understand."

Zhan Xing took out his mobile phone, rummaged through the memory card, and pressed a copy of Shigu text translation for comparison.

"He... has a princess. This should be the tomb of the princess. His princess is dying of illness. He is very sad, so he plans to build a luxurious tomb and die with her after she is buried. After he comes in, this The door of Taoism will be closed, and you will die for love..."

Zhan Xing sighed: "But why didn't they close it when they came? Maybe this prince of the royal family died before she died."

Lin Jingfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Before he came in to die for love, he found the next one."

Zhan Xing said: "Your view of love is very problematic."

Lin Jingfeng: "You should put on your earphones."

Zhan Xing: "Can I get a rubbing of this kind of writing?"

Lin Jingfeng: "It can be done after everything is resolved, but not now."

Lin Jingfeng bent down to check the seam of the stone door, and it didn't move. He turned over his pocket, took out a thin piece of laminated paper from the outer pocket, stuffed it into the door crack, and signaled Zhan Xing to back away.

Zhan Xing kept shaking at the door with the music, Lin Jingfeng made a gesture to kick, Zhan Xing hurriedly avoided, Lin Jingfeng pulled out a lead wire from the interlayer paper, and stretched it longer and longer, Zhan Xing opened his mouth wide.

Lin Jingfeng felt around his body, Zhan Xing immediately understood, took out the lighter, clicked, sparks continued to extend in the fuse, and then smoke burst out.

Zhan Xing could almost feel a vibration in the passage.

The gate was blown into a small gap, and Lin Jingfeng took out a portable bayonet alloy machine, stuck it in the stone door, stretched the handle, and began to forcefully push the wrench turntable on the alloy top.

Zhan Xing's eyes were red, he admired him so much, Lin Jingfeng was indeed a professional!

In a short time, Lin Jingfeng pried the heavy stone door open a slit for a single person to pass through.

"You respond outside." Lin Jingfeng slid into the tomb from under the mechanical jack, and when he turned his head, Zhan Xing followed him in.

Lin Jingfeng gave up the plan to communicate with him, and at the same time, he didn't want to be hugged by his thigh and dragged him all the way, so he waved his hand to signal him to hide behind him.

People who listen to music with headphones usually don't realize that they are speaking loudly, so Zhan Xing's voice echoes throughout the tomb: "When are we going to rob Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum?"

Lin Jingfeng had no choice but to take off Zhan Xing's earphones and said, "If you want to kill yourself, go."

"Even Xiang Yu can't get into Qin Huangling's Mausoleum." Lin Jingfeng said coldly.

There should be no danger in the tomb. He put away his dagger and led Zhan Xing along the way, identifying the footprints. Zhan Xing was both nervous and excited.

In the dark, they found a pool of black things.

Lin Jingfeng pointed the flashlight at the corner, and there was a rubbing of a human face on the wall.

Zhan Xing sniffed, keenly smelling the stench—the smell of decay. Lin Jingfeng raised his feet, and the soles of his boots were covered with sticky flesh and blood.

Zhan Xing: "Someone died here..."

Lin Jingfeng: "Shut up, everyone can tell, and it's a new dead body. The body has just been dragged in. What are they trying to do?"

Lin Jingfeng lowered his voice, he was almost sure of one thing.

Zhan Xing said: "I think it's very likely that Uncle Biao came here once, and even took his companion..."

"Hush." ​​Lin Jingfeng shook his finger on his lips, signaling not to say more.

They continued to advance along the secret path. The place they entered before was the main entrance of the tomb. There were ancient murals on the stone walls along the way. The exhibition was like discovering a treasure. They took pictures of the past with their mobile phones and took pictures of the painted murals down.

"What's the use of these?" Lin Jingfeng disagreed: "What's the story?"

Zhan Xing said: "It is the scene of ancient hunting, as well as the murals during the sacrifice, which have very important historical value."

Lin Jingfeng: "Can you sell it for money?"

Zhan Xing said, "Of course not."

Lin Jingfeng sneered at Zhan Xing's behavior, and Zhan Xing also sneered at Lin Jingfeng's ideas, each complaining about the other in their hearts.

Human voices came from the depths of the tomb, it was Uncle Biao and old thief Xie who were arguing endlessly.Lin Jingfeng was vigilantly aware of the problem, grabbed Zhan Xing, and said sternly, "Don't go in unless I tell you." After speaking, he put the earphones into Zhan Xing's ears.

Zhan Xing knew that Lin Jingfeng was serious this time, nodded hurriedly, took out a notebook from his bag, and began to write and draw according to the mural.

Lin Jingfeng said, "What's the matter?!"

In the spacious stone room in the center of the tomb, there are two sarcophagi side by side, one is wide open, and the white cloth is scattered in the coffin, obviously it has been dug by tomb thieves, and the corpses of several tomb thieves are scattered in the corner.

Old thief Xie was scolding Uncle Biao loudly, when the two saw Lin Jingfeng entering the room, they both tacitly stopped arguing.

Lin Jingfeng's vigilance increased again. Usually, when a latecomer enters the arena, there is only one possibility for this kind of situation - discussing the distribution of spoils.

Fang Zhuo wiped his hands with a wet paper towel in disgust, leaned against the wall and gasped for breath, as if he had vomited once.

The dead body he brought in was so rotten that he couldn't see the five senses clearly. Lin Jingfeng patted Fang Zhuo's head, and kneaded the Naofengfu acupoint on the back with his five fingers. Fang Zhuo nodded, feeling much better.

"You guys have been down for too long, what have you done?" Lin Jingfeng asked lightly.

Uncle Biao seemed a little scared of Lin Jingfeng, and replied, "Brother Xie asked me to pay homage to the coffin, and I said to blow open the ear chamber first, why did you come in?"

Lin Jingfeng stepped forward, wiped the dust off the coffin with his hand, and saw a line of big seal characters.

He looked around and saw that the tomb was brightly lit, and the two copper lamp bottles in the corner had been lit. He frowned and said, "The lamps you lit?"

Old thief Xie tapped the ground with a cane, and hissed: "Brother Biao, according to the old rules, don't open the ear chamber first, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Lin Jingfeng said: "Follow Brother Xie's rules."

Uncle Biao snorted, the old thief Xie stepped forward, and Lin Jingfeng said again: "Wait a minute."

He took out a palm-sized object from his pocket and threw it into the passage.

Zhan Xing was looking at the murals and listening to music, when he was hit by the flying object with a whoosh, and he yelled "Ah", Fang Zhuo was so frightened that he quickly stood up against the wall.

Uncle Biao said displeased, "Have they all come down?"

Lin Jingfeng: "It's okay outside, it's already nine o'clock at night, and you didn't notice?"

Zhan Xing took off his earphones, picked up the object Lin Jingfeng threw, and followed him in.

As soon as he entered the tomb, Zhan Xing exclaimed loudly and started taking pictures with his mobile phone.

Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, Zhan Xing finished taking pictures of the sarcophagus, noticed the dead man in the corner, and turned his phone across to adjust the focus.

"Enough!" Lin Jingfeng said angrily, "Stand still, be safe!"

Zhan Xing stood next to Lin Jingfeng, still looking at the person in the corner, Xie old thief raised his cane, and knocked on the sarcophagus.

Zhan Xing: "What is this?"

Lin Jingfeng: "Black donkey hooves."

Zhan Xing: "I know this! It's used to prevent zongzi!"

Lin Jingfeng nodded, signaling not to be verbose.

Zhan Xing: "Why use black donkey hooves instead of white donkey hooves? Or gray donkey hooves? Zongzi can tell which donkey is..."

Lin Jingfeng said: "Ask one more question, and I'll seal you up there." He raised his chin towards the empty coffin.

In the silence, old thief Xie muttered a few words, which sounded like Anhui and other local dialects, similar to the words of greetings when people from the rivers and lakes pay homage to the hall.

Lin Jingfeng explained in a low voice: "The sky is the roof and the bed is the bed. If you have no wealth or power, you have a mouth. Today, Lu Debao is passing by, and I will give you food for food."

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath, Zhan Xing understood, and nodded, Old Thief Xie meant that the tomb robbers were poor and destitute, so he borrowed some flowers for burial in the tomb, and saw that the stick in Old Thief Xie's hand was actually a copper crutch of Huang Chengcheng. On the turning end is carved a Pixiu that wards off evil spirits, which not only wards off pollution, but also accepts treasures.

Lin Jingfeng said in a low voice: "Wu sent the rule of Tieguaimen, knocking on the coffin in the tomb."

Zhan Xing: "Will there be no problem after knocking on the coffin?"

Lin Jingfeng: "I've never been quite acquainted..."

This is a stupid question, Lin Jingfeng almost said something stupid, luckily he stopped it in time.

Zhan Xing laughed, and Lin Jingfeng poked Zhan Xing's head with his fingers.

Uncle Biao said, "Open the ear chamber?"

The old thief Xie leaned on crutches and said, "Let's go."

Old thief Xie leaned on crutches and smoked while leaning against the sarcophagus. Uncle Biao stepped forward to take out a few brass pipes, ready to blast the stone door of the ear chamber.

The oil lamps on both sides may be mechanisms, and the horizontal door outside the tomb will close only after being lit. Lin Jingfeng turned the lamp holder slightly, although it was astringent, it could still move slowly, and he knew he was inside.

But he still didn't tell Uncle Biao about it.

Fang Zhuo leaned against the sarcophagus, still gasping for breath, suspicious, this was his first fight, so he was inevitably a little nervous.

In the silence, Fang Zhuo felt a cold hand touch his neck.

"Oh my god!" Fang Zhuo turned his head, saw a pale face, and screamed desperately.