Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Suicidal Behavior

After two days of running around, we finally came to the glacial valley of Xiaosheng Snow Mountain. Everyone was covered with snow foam and exhausted. However, it was just as the sun was setting and we climbed up to look at the scenery around us. intoxicated. However, Poker Pingzi's behavior at this time surprised us. For some reason, he knelt down facing the snow mountain and made a very respectful gift. It seems that he has some special feelings for this mountain. After prostrating, he returned to the expression of not caring about anything and only sleeping on me, climbed up the bare rock on one side, closed his eyes and rested.I couldn't help being curious again, I really couldn't see through, what was hidden in his dark eyes?

Along the way, everyone knew what he was like, especially the few of us, so no one asked him what was going on, and he would not answer, but judging from the eyes of Chen Pi Asi and the others, it was obvious that he felt very happy. wonder.Only Shunzi didn't take it seriously, probably because he thought Poker Finger was also from North Korea. Everyone had their own thoughts and rested while looking at the scenery. After a while, our physical strength recovered. The fat man lit the smokeless stove, and we gathered around to make tea to keep warm. At the same time, Shunzi also started to do his homework and drank a few sips. After the hot wine recovered, he pointed to the surrounding snow-capped mountains and explained their origins to us.

This is his duty as a tour guide, this kid is very dedicated. He said that in the legend of Changbai Mountain, the Little Sacred Snow Peak, the Great Sacred Snow Peak and the mysterious Three Sacred Mountains here were snow mountains in prehistoric times. Only then did one mountain become three. Before the liberation, it was not open here. He heard from his grandfather that after going up the three snow-capped mountains, the scenery around him was completely different.For example, on the Little Sacred Snow Peak, you can see the Three Sacred Peaks and the Great Sacred Peak, but on the Great Sacred Peak, you can only see the Three Sacred Peaks and not the Little Sacred Peak, which is very strange.And the most peculiar one is still on the Three Sacred Mountains.In addition to seeing the two large and small holy peaks on both sides, you can also see behind the Sansheng Mountain, facing it far away, there is a snow mountain that is more majestic than the Sansheng Mountain, called Tianti Peak.That mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, and its true face is invisible. It is said that there is a ladder on the mountain, which can go directly to the Heavenly Palace. It is the passage between the world and the fairyland. The rainbow-like glow is like a fairy pen, beautiful and strange.

The fat man heard this and said to us: "This legend must be wrong. The Tiangong is obviously on the Three Sacred Mountains. How could it go to Tianti Peak? The person who passed down this legend must have a problem with his eyesight." Monk Hua thought for a while and shook his head, and explained: "No, I have studied this legend before I came here. I guess this may be a mirage formed by the refraction of the white snow of Tianti Peak and the surrounding snow mountains when Yunding Tiangong was built, because Tianti Peak is year-round. When there is fog, the fog becomes a reflective curtain, and the printed image of the Yunding Tiangong is hidden in the fog, as if the Tiangong is really in the sky.”

The phenomenon of mirage mostly occurs in desert lakes, and it is very rare in snow-capped mountains. I am afraid it is not accidental. It may be because this is the source of dragon veins. This phenomenon is called "shadow palace" in Fengshui. I saw it once in an ancient book, and I don't know what the specifics are. Here in the treasure cave, there are many strange things, and it is not surprising what happens. We talked in dialects, I used Hangzhou dialect, Monk Hua and the others used Changsha dialect, Shunzi couldn't understand the meaning, and didn't pay attention to it.After talking about the scenery, he stood up and said to us: "Several bosses, take a break first, eat something, and then do whatever you want, but you have to hurry up, it's getting dark, and there is no way to set up a tent here. The black road is not easy to walk, we have to find a relatively flat place overnight, and it may be windy at night." After speaking, he poured tea and shared it with us, and stood far away to rest wisely.

I looked at my watch, and there was still more than an hour before the sun went down. The time was not long or short, and I had enough rest. It seemed that it was time to get down to business. However, the surrounding area is covered with snow, and there is no special trace. If there is a funeral tomb here, it must be buried in the snow. The entrance should be in the snow layer under our feet.The snow mountain environment is too different from that on the ground. We have no experience and don't know how to start. We all stood up and gathered around Chen Pi Asi, trying to discuss what to do next.

Chen Pi Asi still didn't slow down after such a strenuous trek, Lang Feng handed him the wine gourd, and made him swallow a couple of mouthfuls.Monk Hua rubbed his back to promote the flow of his blood, and his complexion gradually eased, but he still looked very sluggish. When we asked him, he just glanced at the surrounding mountains, yes We said: "The location of the treasure cave is right under our feet, and I have no other way. Let's put down a few shovels and see what's under the snow before making any plans." Everyone nodded. In fact, I also know that there is no better way. It is always the same. Therefore, if there is no excitement at the moment of opening the coffin, tomb robbery is actually a boring job.

The snow is much softer than the mud, and the shovels hit very smoothly. Monk Hua and the others moved very fast, and soon there were more than a dozen more burrows in the snow. However, almost all the shovels hit five or six meters into the snow slope. The fat man thought that Ye Cheng was as weak as a skinny monkey, so he ran to help him. He used brute force, but he still only hit a little bit. Every time he pulled it out, he found nothing with the shovel. Monk Hua looked at the head of the shovel and found a little ice crystals stuck to the tip of the shovel, so he knew what was going on. The bottom was the glacier surface formed by frozen soil and ice, which was as hard as concrete. what to come.

"It has been snowing here for thousands of years. If the snow accumulates too much, it will turn into ice. Do you think the funeral mausoleum will be frozen in the ice below?" the fat man asked. We all nodded, it was very possible, but the Luoyang shovel couldn't get into the ice, even if we knew it was there, we couldn't find it. Pan Zi said to us: "The main thing is that the snow is too much of a hindrance, and we don't have any explosives. When I was a soldier, I heard from some brothers that when they were in Daxing'anling, the production brigade there had regular blood cleansing on the snow slopes of the snow mountain. With just one blasthole, all the snow can be blown down, which is very worry-free. Once the snow is blown up, the situation under the snow will be clear at a glance, and it will be much easier for us to find again, and it will save us from digging holes.”

I know what he said, the snow layer formed every time it snows.There are gaps in the middle, as long as a small explosion shakes the entire mountain, the entire snow layer will slide down, forming a chain reaction, and the last layer will collapse down one by one. There are several small snow mountains in the Daxinganling forest area. In order to avoid avalanches from causing too much snow to endanger the forest area, the local engineering team often had to manually clear the snow after the heavy snowfall. , Now it is directly bombarded with mortars. Monk Hua squeezed the snow, "I have the explosives, but look at the top of our heads. Would firing a cannon here be suicide?"

We looked up and saw the towering snow cliff above.It stretches forward and backward, connecting the entire Hengshan mountain range that looks like a snow dragon. We are like a few ants underneath. Pan Zi was also a little dizzy looking at it, but he still insisted: "Changbai Mountain is a tourist attraction, and the snow is cleared here every day. I don't think it's a big problem. If you don't clear the snow, then we will go back early. You Wanting to dig something hidden in the snow in the snow-capped mountains is not the same as finding a needle in a haystack. Let me tell you that the mountaineering team in Tibet’s snow-capped mountains also does the same thing. There is no other good way. , you still have to use explosives, otherwise you will never be able to break through the hole. This shot, you just let it go." I thought about it wrong, and disagreed: "This risk is too great, I would rather spend some time to shovel it with a shovel." Pan Zi said: "Little Sanye, we use explosives because we don't have time. If we have time, we will wait until summer. We have to try it anyway. Sanye is still waiting for us." Monk Hua waved his hand to let us stop, and pointed to Lang Feng: "You don't need to argue, we don't count what we say, and listen to the opinions of professionals." I was stunned for a moment. I didn't know what role Lang Feng played among them. I was a little surprised to hear Monk Hua say that. Could it be that he is an expert in this field?Several people looked at Lang Feng to see how he would react. Lang Feng looked at us looking at him, feeling a little uncomfortable, and said to us: "I think what Lao Pan said should be feasible. In fact, I had already expected such a situation before I came here. I have some preparations, and I am a professional , I can control the power of the explosives, and the sound will not be too loud. In fact, as long as there is a small vibration under the snow, the goal can be achieved, and sometimes a firecracker is enough.” "Are you sure?" the fat man asked, "This is not tomb bombing. Now we are setting firecrackers in the tofu, letting you blow a hole in the tofu, but you can't see it on the surface. This is a delicate job." Lang Feng nodded: "When I was a miner, I blasted no less than 10,000 mines, which is not difficult." Monk Hua looked at us and pointed to Lang Feng: "Don't think he doesn't talk at ordinary times. This guy is a twenty-year-old miner. He started blasting holes when he was fourteen. He flattened no less than twenty hills. Show the old man. Zhong has only been in the industry for a year, and he is already known as the God of Guns, and no one knows better than him when it comes to explosives." "You are the God of Cannon?" Pan Zi on the side opened his eyes wide, apparently he had heard of this name before. Lang Feng scratched his head in embarrassment, and changed his coldness a few days ago: "It's all praised by colleagues, it's just a nickname." Monk Hua said to him: "You don't have to be modest, you have to use your expertise on this occasion." Then he turned to us and said: "Lang Feng has never missed a shot yet, he said that when he blows something up, it will be broken into pieces." A few pieces, I absolutely believe him, since he said so, I think I can try it, do you have any comments?" The fat man looked at me. He has experience in snow exploration and has heard a lot about avalanches, so he obviously thinks it's a bit mysterious, but he is on my side, and he looks at me because he wants to express my opinion. I thought about it, Chen Pi Asi and the others are real group professional tomb robbers, unlike the third uncle who is more traditional and likes to use the old method to enter ancient tombs. The degree of dependence of these people on explosives is beyond our imagination. And Monk Hua said so, Lang Feng should be quite capable. So heartbroken, he nodded to the fat man, let's fight, there is actually no way out at this time, I don't know if they will really listen to me? After we agreed, Lang Feng and Ye Cheng took out a special Luoyang shovel, screwed on a special shovel head, and made several holes in the snow. Then Lang Feng made a kind of explosive with several kinds of powder, and buried a few low-power detonators deep in it. I know that this kind of explosive is specially prepared, and its power is only about ten firecrackers. Drilling holes to destroy the sealing stone of ancient tombs, after re-adjusting the formula for Lang Feng, the power must be less powerful. Most modern tomb robbers have considerable engineering knowledge. As long as a few small detonators can blow up a hole that can accommodate people in any place, I have known this for a long time, but I have seen it with my own eyes. It was the first time. Shunzi was drinking tea by the side, and he went crazy when he saw the scene. He had seen pilgrims planting flags, sneaked out at night during poaching, and crossed the border illegally, but they managed to get up after all the hardships. It must be the first time to take out a detonator to blow up a mountain.He ran over to stop Monk Hua, and shouted: "What are you doing? Boss, you are crazy—!" Before he finished speaking, Lang Feng knocked him unconscious with a pickaxe behind him, and Shunzi fell into the snow and was dragged aside. I felt a pain in the back of my head watching it, and thought that being our tour guide was miserable enough, not to mention the long journey, and this.But thinking about it, there is really no other way. Shunzi can tolerate everything, and he will never tolerate us blowing up mountains. After all, he still wants to hang around here.You can't continue working without knocking him unconscious. The fat man asked Monk Hua, "What shall we do with this kid in the future?" Monk Hua said: "Leave him alone, we have to rely on him to go back, take him to the underground palace, and leave it aside, then give him more money, what can he do?" Lang Feng’s performance was extremely professional, and he almost didn’t let us intervene. He worked alone, and the detonators were arranged according to a model of a force structure. The reaction wraps us all together. I originally thought that the sound of the detonator exploding would be loud, at least there would be a snow wave, but when Lang Feng pressed the detonator, I didn't hear any sound at all. Large flakes of snow began to pour down the slope like a waterfall, and the slope suddenly became steeper, and there was nothing under our feet. However, this pouring did not last long, and the falling snowflakes stopped, revealing a large cloudy, uneven mixed layer of white ice and snow under the snow slope. This is the surface of the fourth-century ancient glacier mentioned in the textbook. The fat man closed his eyes on the side, thinking that there was no explosion, I shook him, he opened his eyes and looked in surprise, and said in surprise: "Aha, there is really no sound, it's amazing." Then he immediately looked at it nervously. overhead. I don't know whether it was luck or Lang Feng's excellent technique, except that a little bit of snow above us slid down due to the loss of support below, there seemed to be no problem.After a while, there was no major loosening, and we gradually relaxed. I gave Lang Feng a thumbs up, Pan Zi patted him too, and made a gesture of your awesomeness. Lang Feng laughed embarrassedly, but before the corners of his mouth cracked enough, a block of snow suddenly hit his head. The faces of several people changed, and the fat man hurriedly waved to us, and said in a low voice, "Shhh!" We subconsciously fell silent, and a few people looked up again, only to see an inconspicuous but chilling black crack gradually appearing on the snow slope at a height of more than 100 meters above our heads. Slowly bursting, countless tiny cracks spread on the snow layer.As the cracks spread, tiny flakes of snow rolled down and hit us all around. I immediately felt cold all over, knowing what had happened. It seems that Lang Feng's title of "Cannon God" is coming to an end today.