Chapter 53 Chapter 23 Zhenxian Pagoda

The blue brick corridor is very depressing, in the dim light, it always feels like the surrounding brick mud will bury people alive.Our nerves are tense, every word, every breath irritates the nerves.After hearing Jiang Guohua's words, I immediately turned my head to look at him, thinking that this kid was right, no wonder I felt awkward just now.If the genealogy of the tea kings was made during the Tang Dynasty, how would they know who the tea kings were behind? Could it be possible to predict the future, which is obviously impossible in China where materialism is rampant. Zhao Shuai squatted on the stone slab engraved with the genealogy of the tea king. He stroked the inscriptions and said, "This should not be engraved at the same time. You see, many stone slabs have become blurred due to erosion, but the lineage of the tea king is still very clear." .”

Jiang Guohua obviously talked too much, he glanced at Mo Chao beside him, and sighed: "I didn't expect that there are such ancient sites in Lingzi. We never found out that Zilingzi is going to be famous now!" I had already gone not far, but in order to take another look at the genealogy of the tea king, I turned back halfway.Zhao Shuai vacated his position and stepped aside, a wave of plant roots fell from his head, making him itchy all the time.When I saw the slate just now, I was surprised and thought it was God's will, so the tea king's genealogy is very clear, and it was not spent at all.Now, as I stroke the rough slate with my hands, I realize that the lettering seems to have been chiseled many times.From the Ming Dynasty, the chiseling became obvious in the later period. Perhaps the tea kings of all dynasties would come back here to engrave their own names on the stone slabs, and engrave the names of the previous tea kings by the way, so as not to be like other slate paintings. as blurred.

I sighed in amazement: "This group of crazy tea kings are really idle, running to the deep mountains and wild mountains to carve letters, but how did they get in? Isn't there a needle box buried under the corridor?" In fact, this kind of behavior is not weird, nor is it crazy.In traditional Chinese culture, each sect attaches great importance to its own development history, and everyone wishes to become the number one in China, and it is best for everyone to be their apprentice.Therefore, each sect will record its own history one by one, and the degree of perversion in it is unimaginable for ordinary people.Even if the sect is far away, they will return to the original place and hold some sacrificial activities, which are of the same nature as worshiping ancestors.

Zhao Shuai also felt strange, he asked: "Could it be that there is no ambush since this section of the road, the Tea King is just a folk title, they can't be gods, they can fly in and out, right?" I told them to back off, then handed the torch to Zhao Shuai, lifted up the front stone slab again, and gently put it aside.Then, I tore off a thicker root and slammed it to the road ahead.I hit it several times in a row, but there was no response from the ground, so I judged that there was probably no poisonous needle ambush on the road ahead.The tea king should have come in from the front road, and returned the same way after engraving the characters.Since they left a safe road, it must be difficult to find the entrance and exit of this road. Anyway, you can walk in and out casually, which will definitely make people laugh.

I dare not take it lightly, so I still put down the slate as a stepping stone.The promenade in front gradually became wider, Zhao Shuai was very excited, and the end of the fantasy was full of gold and silver antiques.I don't have any hope for this. If there is, then the more the better, if not, I can't force it.Now I just want to read the scriptures inscribed on the stone, and I am eager to know what is recorded in the missing part of the scriptures. If I have a chance in the future, I can burn those contents to my grandfather. I suppressed my excitement and read it slowly, not wanting to miss a word.Mo Chao and Jiang Guohua didn't know many words, so they were not interested, so they just sat cross-legged on the slate and waited for me to finish reading the scriptures.In fact, I don't understand these scriptures very well. Fortunately, the writing at that time was very close to modern writing, so anyone who has read the book can understand it.Zhao Shuai saw the two boys sitting cross-legged, he didn't bother to urge me to leave quickly, so he squatted down and waited for me.

I held up the flashlight, leaned forward, and slowly moved forward. Finally, I saw the last content of Canjing, and looking further down was the missing content.I paused for a while, then moved the flashlight over, trying to read all the scriptures inscribed on the stone, but who knew that I would say "uh" next, and I was stunned. I naively thought that, just like martial arts novels, I could read the full text of the Canon by chance in the mountains, and I would be proud of the world from then on.Who knew that there was a big gap between reality and fiction. The stone inscription scripture reached the last part of the Canon scripture, and the content behind it was gone.What's even more exaggerated is that the last stone slab was not complete. I don't know if it was intentional, or it was knocked out in half.The half-broken stone slab didn't record anything, which made me happy in vain. I didn't expect that the ancients also liked to play pranks.

Zhao Shuai couldn't understand my loss. He said that if it is gone, it will be gone, but it is just a broken book, so there is nothing rare about it.I let out a long sigh, and was too lazy to explain to Zhao Shuai that unless there were erotic pictures in the Canon, he would not be interested in these.The broken stone slab was the last piece, and the promenade descended significantly at this point, and became wider, and four people could walk side by side.The night wind blew on the ground, and the wild tea trees rustled again. We listened on the promenade, just like people sitting in a car, the wind whizzing past the car window.

I took a deep breath and walked down slowly. The blue bricks were gone, replaced by natural jagged rocks.We are not surprised that there are many fairy caves in the famous mountains in the south of the Yangtze River. It is just that such caves should not be difficult to find, but no one has set foot here for a long time.We went deeper and deeper, and every step of the way was frightening. Fortunately, there were no more traps underground, and no poisonous needles were shot from bottom to top.The end of the blue brick corridor was soon reached. There was a cave the size of a bedroom. There was no sun in the cave, and there was no light at all.

As soon as we walked in, everyone was amazed. We didn't know whether we had grown bigger or the cave itself had shrunk. A small ancient city appeared in the center of the cave in front of us.This ancient city is like a model of a building made by an architect. It is made of stone, but the workmanship is exquisite, and even the buildings in the ancient city are engraved with names.There is a tall tower in the ancient city, and we quickly associate it with stone paintings and photos of Xiao Nongyun. Previously, all we saw were two-dimensional paintings, and they were very blurry.Today, we actually saw the three-dimensional model of the ancient city, and we couldn't help but be amazed.The scale of the ancient city is not too large, but the buildings in the city are very exquisite. I don't know if it is just like the ancient city, or the model of the ancient city is deliberately carved so beautifully.The four of us stood apart and looked at the ancient city with flashlights. I walked to the wavy city wall and saw two words engraved on the city gate: Moon Spring.

Zhao Shuai asked me: "Is Moon Spring Crescent Moon Spring? I haven't heard that there is an ancient city there. Could it be that Xiao Nongyun's photo was taken here?" I thought about it, and replied: "Definitely not! In Xiao Nongyun's photo, although it is very blurry, there is a person standing in front of the ancient city. No matter how the angle changes, it is impossible for him to be photographed in front of this model. " In history, there is no ancient city called Yuequan, or the model of the ancient city is just a decoration.At this time, I raised the angle of the flashlight and moved the light to the tallest tower, wanting to see if the tower is also engraved with a name, maybe I can know the origin of the ancient city.Mo Chao and Jiang Guohua also moved the light of the flashlight to the tower. We counted it carefully. The tower has 7 floors and is in the style of an 8-prism pavilion.The tower is actually not very high. In the ancient city model, the foundation of the tower is on a high ground, so the tower can be much higher than the city wall.

I turned the light of the flashlight from top to bottom, and slowly slid down from the top of the tower. When I found the name of the tower, I stopped. There were three words engraved there: Zhenxian Pagoda.Zhenxian Pagoda is no stranger to me and Zhao Shuai, because there is a very famous tower, which is also called Zhenxian Pagoda, and the layout is exactly the same. At the northern foot of Zhongnan Mountain, 20 kilometers southeast of Zhouzhi County, Xi'an, there is a Daqin Temple, which is one of the earliest temples where Christianity was introduced to China in history.In the middle of the seventh century AD, Roman Christianity was introduced into mainland China, and it was called "Nestorianism" at that time. Because Rome was called the Great Qin Kingdom in the Tang Dynasty, the religion was called "Great Qin Nestorianism" and the Nestorian temples were called "Daqin Temples". Daqin Temple is built on the mountain, bordering Huayue Ziqi in the east, towering Taibai in the west, Qinling in the south, and Weishui in the north. If you look far away, you can have a panoramic view of Yunlinyan Village in Qinchuan, which is 800 miles away.In Daqin Temple, there is a very famous pagoda called Daqin Temple Pagoda, which is also called Zhenxian Pagoda.In 845 AD, when Emperor Wuzong exterminated Buddhism, Nestorianism was afflicted. All missionaries were expelled from the country, and Nestorian temples in various places were closed, including Zhouzhi Daqin Temple.In the vicissitudes of life, the thousand-year-old temple has changed its owner three times. After Nestorianism, Taoism and Buddhism have occupied it, but the name of the temple has been used until now.During the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty, the Bailian Religious Army moved to Zhouzhi, and the temple was burned in the fire. Only Zhenxian Pagoda survived. What really makes Zhenxian Pagoda famous is that it is known as the Leaning Tower of the East because the axis of the tower body deviates from the vertical line by nearly 3 meters, and it has not collapsed for 500 years.Regarding the construction age of the tower, the folklore is that it was built by the disciples of Lu Ban in the Spring and Autumn Period. It has been verified that it was built in the middle of the 8th century. It was built in the heyday after Nestorianism was introduced to China. It has a history of 1,300 years and has experienced three destructions. Even after a major earthquake, it still stands.In 1536 AD, the Guanzhong earthquake hit Zhonghua County with a magnitude of 8.7, and the body of the Daqin Temple began to tilt. However, the tower of Zhenxian Pagoda is not written about Zhenxian Pagoda, but Daqin Temple Pagoda. Zhenxian Pagoda is just another name, such as the Leaning Tower of the East.According to historical data, there is only one Zhenxian Pagoda now, and the body of the pagoda has been tilted.We have never heard that there is a second Zhenxian Pagoda. After so many years of changes, maybe the ancient city called Yuequan is gone, let alone the second mysterious Zhenxian Pagoda. Zhao Shuai looked at the model of the ancient city and asked, "It is estimated that the pagoda of Daqin Temple was built later, and the ancient city on the slate painting may be a few years earlier than Daqin Temple." "Why did they build such a tower in the ancient city? It seems that there is no temple in this model, and there is no spring." I said doubtfully. "Not necessarily, if it is called Yuequan, there must be a spring? Isn't there all beauties in the United States?" Zhao Shuai said forcefully. I was too lazy to argue, and was about to look at the model of the ancient city again, when Jiang Guohua walked to the corner of the cave and told us that there was another corridor in the corner.We walked over, and Mo Chao stood behind alone, staring at us blankly with blurred eyes.There are no longer slate paintings in the long corridor, but because of the bend, we can't see what is at the end.We were thinking about whether to go further in. After all, discovering the model of the ancient city was already a big gain, so we were a little kicked. Unexpectedly, when we hesitated, a few white lights flashed at the corner of the corridor.Dark clouds piled up on the col. If there was lightning, it would not be surprising, but no thunder was heard, so we judged that the white light could not be lightning.The end of this corridor is likely to be the real end, and we have thoughts in our minds, maybe the end is really an alien base.I didn't want to feel regretful in the future, so I lifted my spirits and asked everyone if they wanted to go and have a look, since they've all come here anyway. Everyone except Mo Chao agreed, and I saw that Mo Chao was silent, so I asked him if he would like to come together.Mo Chao nodded, his eyes were strange, as if possessed by an evil spirit.I muttered a few times to make sure that there was no drug town ambushing in this corridor, and then walked into the corridor first.I thought I would have to go a long way, but I didn't expect that after only one turn, the promenade came to an end, and a bigger cave appeared in front of me. However, there is already a person standing there in the cave, not the missing Mu Qingxiang, nor Wumei who has turned into a mummified corpse, it is a character we can't imagine.