Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

It was already past noon, and it was the hottest time of the day. The scorching sun scorched the earth like fire. Although the small hills were densely forested, they couldn't stop the smoky heat.Uncle Wang and Wei Jianguo were busy making records for the stele. Taking advantage of the free time, I climbed out of Minglu and walked to Uncle Houdao who was smoking under the shade of the tree. "Honest Uncle, why don't you go down and have a look?" "Hey! You experts are working, I'm going down to join in the fun." "I'm no expert, I just make soy sauce. That's right! My father is Geng Qifei, do you still remember him?" I gradually brought up the topic, trying to figure out his relationship with my father.

"Oh! The baby is so big." Hou Daobo smiled perfunctorily, and continued to smoke his pipe. This kind of reaction was beyond my expectation. I thought he had a good relationship with his father and had cooperated many times. He would be very enthusiastic when facing the son of an old man, but he was so indifferent. It seems that they are just using each other. .its not right!If my father is using his familiarity with the grassland, then what is he using my father for? I sat down against the tree trunk and decided not to think about this problem anymore. The most urgent thing is to learn about the situation of the wolf skin map from this "living map of the grassland".

"Honest Uncle, have you ever been to Jinwei Mountain?" "Jinwei Mountain! Of course there is." Hou Daobo took a puff of his cigarette and continued, "This mountain range stretches for thousands of kilometers. We used to herd sheep and horses often pass by." "Is there a Boletu River there?" "you know too?" I asked this casually, but Uncle Hou Dao was shocked, and he turned his head and stared at me with a very strange expression.However, he quickly cleared up his emotions, turned his face to the northwest, and murmured: "A long time ago, there was such a river on Jinwei Mountain. Dried up or diverted, suddenly disappeared without a trace, and now there is no trace of the riverbed. It has long been forgotten..."

Although Uncle Hou Dao was a little incoherent, his voice was surprisingly calm, as if an old monk was chanting scriptures.Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, glanced at Uncle Wang and Wei Jianguo, who were immersed in their work, and said softly: "That is a cursed river. For many years, anyone who tried to find the trace was killed deep in the mountains. If you really want to go, I’m willing to show you the way, which can be regarded as helping your father fulfill his wish.” "That's why my father asked you to take him to the Boletu River?" "Hmm! Thinking about it makes me anxious. Let's not talk about it. I'll go get some food."

Seeing that the conversation was about to reach the point, Uncle Hou Dao stood up, untied the horse rope, and led him down the slope.I was taken aback, so I had no choice but to swallow the words I didn't finish asking.However, just these few sentences have given me a lot of gain, that is-the Urila mentioned by my father must be somewhere in the Boletu River.From this point of view, the wolf skin map is related to Beidanyu's tomb. Perhaps the place marked with black dots is Ulila, where the golden coffin of the Huns is located... At this time, Uncle Wang and the others had already sorted out the epitaph stele and were about to explore further. After a while, the figures of the two quietly disappeared behind the stone gate.I quickly climbed down, not even caring about taking tools, so I went straight into the gloomy dark room.

Suddenly coming to a dark place from the scorching sun, my pupils couldn't react for a while, so I had to stop my steps, and after a while, I could faintly see Uncle Wang's figure, they were standing in front of the wooden door.Perhaps it was because they had just experienced the power of the mechanism, so they didn't dare to act rashly this time. The two of them checked carefully with flashlights and whispered. I walked over slowly, but before I got close, Uncle Wang suddenly turned his head to signal me to stop, and then, I saw Wei Jianguo unscrew the copper lock on the door, and then pushed hard...accompanied by a creepy "chirp" With a sound, the wooden door slowly opened to both sides, revealing a boundless darkness.

Ancient tombs that have been buried for a long time will produce poisonous gas, and you must wait for it to dissipate before entering. This is common sense, so the three of us stopped at the door.At this time, Uncle Wang did something beyond my expectation-lighting candles.He lit a stubby white candle, and set it at his feet, staring intently at the flame.Isn't that the usual method used by tomb robbers?Judging the composition of the gas, the oxygen content, and whether it is ventilated according to the color, light and shade, and direction of the flame... I was a little surprised that the so-called archaeologists also used this primitive method.

"The environmental conditions inside are okay, but the fire falters a little, and there may be another breach." Uncle Wang's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was suppressing his inner excitement. "Ten tombs and nine tombs are now empty is a common occurrence in the archaeological field. I hope this breach is not a stolen hole." After Wei Jianguo finished speaking, he also lit up the flashlight, and followed Uncle Wang to shine into the dark depths. With the help of the swaying beam of light, I could clearly see a deep tomb passage in front of me, which extended neatly and straightly downwards, and the beam of light that could reach tens of meters away actually dissipated in front of me, which shows how terrifying the depth is.

"Go down and have a look." Uncle Wang walked into the tomb passage with a candle in his hand, and Wei Jianguo and I immediately followed. Because of the lessons learned from the past, no one dared to take it lightly at this time, and walked with trepidation at every step. However, after walking for a long time, the tomb passage passed by did not show any changes, and it was still so eerie. Everyone couldn't help but have such doubts—— —Is this tomb passage a circle?Are we just running around like ghosts hitting a wall?Just when everyone was confused, a stone gate finally appeared in front of them, an open square stone gate.The three of them stopped again, Wei Jianguo shined a flashlight inside, and everyone's eyes followed the beam of light, looking carefully inch by inch, and saw that this was a rather large tomb, which was built entirely of stones from top to bottom. But there is nothing there, only a few upward steps inside.

"It's the front hall." Uncle Wang screamed, quickly turned on the flashlight hanging on his chest, and looked inside back and forth, then suddenly looked back at Wei Jianguo, and said in a puzzled tone: "This is only available at the emperor level." Yes! But judging from the historical materials and the content of the epitaph, this Yelu Canglang is not a king, so he is obviously not qualified. How could this be?" It is normal for Uncle Wang to have this doubt, because after the Khitan people established the Liao Kingdom, they almost completely copied the system of the Han nationality. The hierarchy system is also strict, and the tomb specifications are no exception. A front hall with steps like this cannot be built for non-kings. Otherwise, it will be regarded as a rebellion and the family will be ransacked.

This phenomenon made the ancient tomb even more mysterious, and everyone couldn't wait to walk inside involuntarily.Suddenly, Uncle Wang and the others fixed the beam of light on the top of the steps at the same time, and saw three arches lined up on the gray tomb wall, revealing a gloomy black hole. Uncle Wang looked at Wei Jianguo with his mouth wide open. The two of them peeped at each other. They walked up the steps quickly and raised the flashlight to shine on one of the arches, but there was still a tomb passage inside, and the dazzling beam of light still disappeared in the darkness. They were stunned again. Suddenly, I was shocked - isn't the pattern in front of me the "Three Realms Tomb"?A popular form of burial in the Tang and Song dynasties. The so-called "Three Realms" comes from religious terms and refers to three different realms. Buddhism, Confucianism, and Taoism each have their own expressions. Among them, Buddha is the realm of desire, form, and formlessness; Confucianism is heaven, earth, and man. On the other hand, Taoism is covered with a layer of strange colors, which are called "Boundary Break", "Boundary Departure" and "Boundary Destruction". It is the offering room, Li is the dormitory, and Mie is the sacrificial room. This type of tomb is unique to Taoism. It flourished in the Tang Dynasty and flourished in the Song Dynasty. It seems simple and clear, but in fact it hides murder. Among them, the door-sealing stone is the most frightening tomb robber.According to the family biography, the mechanism of this door stone is often set inside the tomb, which is hidden and extremely sensitive, making it impossible to guard against.I looked up and saw that there was a huge stone hanging from the top of each of the three arches. "Uncle Wang, there is a mechanism." I pointed upwards, and Uncle Wang turned sideways, not showing panic, as if he had expected it, but he still looked at me with admiring eyes and said: "It seems that you are not only knowledgeable, It’s quite careful, it’s indeed an archaeological material.” After his boast, I couldn't help being a little proud, and said casually: "This is the Three Realms Tomb, a Taoist trick." "No! It's not necessarily Taoist." Uncle Wang looked up at the boulder and said slowly: "Shamanism also has the theory of three realms. They divide the universe into upper, middle, and lower realms, corresponding to heaven, earth, and hell. It is similar to Taoism. Coincidentally, they will also be shown in the tomb ceremony - using three tombs to represent the Three Realms, and the titles are similar." "The layout of the Three Realms is not uncommon in the tombs of the Tang and Song Dynasties. I have encountered several, but there are not many in the Liao tomb. I have only read the records. It is said that it is quite dangerous. In addition to the sealing stone, there is also a symbol representing hell. The sacrificial room is full of murderous intentions." Wei Jianguo interjected, his voice trembling, and it was hard to tell whether it was excitement or fear. "Then let's start with the dedication room that represents heaven!" Uncle Wang gritted his teeth and resolutely stepped into the first arched door on the east. Wei Jianguo was a little hesitant, but quickly made up his mind, raised his flashlight and followed him in. The empty front hall was suddenly plunged into darkness. I yelled in anxiety, regretting that I didn't bring a tool bag, and it was too late to go back and get it I had no choice but to fumble and catch up. As soon as I got into the arch, I immediately felt a chill. Fortunately, the air was not turbid, and there was no suffocation that I had originally estimated.Maybe another breach of this tomb is in the offering room?To be so ventilated.I guessed while chasing, and suddenly, I felt a strange sound mixed with the footsteps, vaguely vague.I stopped, pricked up my ears and listened attentively, but I couldn't tell what kind of sound it was, it sounded like someone digging the soil, or the sound of gurgling water... "Be careful, everyone, follow my footsteps and don't touch anything." As the dedication room approached, Uncle Wang warned everyone in a serious tone. Before he finished speaking, there was a continuous echo from the depths of the tunnel, which made everyone break out in a cold sweat, and couldn't help but think of the resonance mechanism at the entrance. Fortunately, this was just the trumpet effect formed by the corridor and the tomb, which quietly dissipated after a while. Everyone regained their composure and started to walk again.Perhaps because of the shadows in their hearts, the three of them unanimously relaxed their movements, which made the originally ethereal and weird sound more obvious. "Uncle Wang, did you hear that? The sound is so strange." I couldn't help asking. "It's nothing strange, it's the sound of the nearby underground river." Wei Jianguo explained in a low voice. Suddenly, he turned around suddenly, looked at me with a sudden realization and said, "No wonder this tomb dared to be built in such a desperate place. It turns out There is a dark river below that is turning its life around..." "My kind uncle has already seen that the water we drink comes from this dark river." Uncle Wang said calmly, and slowly slowed down, because the entrance of the offering room had already appeared in front of him. Facing this dusty tomb that has been sealed for thousands of years, everyone was excited and a little nervous, and the flashlights shone inside.I saw the already dilapidated wooden door lying on the ground, and further inside, there were countless utensils wrapped in a layer of mud. "It's really never been stolen, we are the first batch of 'visitors'." I said excitedly, although my tone was relaxed, but I knew in my heart that the owner of the tomb didn't want to be disturbed, and he would do everything possible to obstruct it. I want you to stay and be buried with me. After a while of silence, Uncle Wang raised his hand and waved lightly, and the three of them entered the tomb one after another.Under the illumination of two strong flashlights, this tomb with a size of only 30 square meters can be seen at a glance. Can't hide the exquisite shape of the utensils.I was dumbfounded when I saw it, any piece of Liulichang here is a treasure of the store! At this time, Uncle Wang and the others moved the beam of light to the bottom of the tomb, where there was a stone platform more than one meter high, covered with various gold objects.These have obviously not been soaked in water, and after thousands of years, they still exude a dazzling brilliance.The three of them were all attracted by the scene in front of them, and couldn't help but take two steps forward. From this angle, it can be seen that there is a whole set of pure gold wine vessels on it, including pots, bowls, cups, and a pair of gold knives inlaid with precious stones. The most eye-catching and shocking thing is—a A lifelike gray wolf.This guy is about the size of a cat, probably weighs several dozen catties, and has a unique bulge on his forehead, which looks like anything he's seen before. The so-called sacrificial room is a tomb room where artifacts dedicated to the gods and ancestors are placed. Usually, clan totems are also enshrined, but the strange thing is here, the Khitan people think that their ancestors should be green bulls and white horses!Why is this troublesome gray wolf again?This guy is everywhere like a ghost, is it destined that I have some kind of fate with it?I unconsciously want to go... "Everyone, don't touch anything, be careful to touch the mechanism." Uncle Wang was not affected by the funeral objects all over the floor, so he calmly exhorted him.And when he made a sound, I recovered from my astonishment, and I couldn't help sweating because of the forgetfulness just now. You know, "the more easily available the underworld, the more risks are hidden." This is also the common sense of tomb robbers. I obviously forgot this. In other words, forget about the huge sealing stone on top of the entrance. "This tomb is no small matter. It can only be excavated if it is reported for approval. Let's get out first." Uncle Wang was still calm, but Wei Jianguo was a little excited, and he rarely showed emotion. He said excitedly: "Our trip was not in vain. With this scale and so many cultural relics, it will definitely be selected as one of the top ten archaeological discoveries..." "Come on, let's go to the dormitory." Uncle Wang didn't respond, and slowly left the dedication room. Everyone reluctantly returned to the front hall without stopping, and went straight to the arched door in the middle.According to the layout of the Three Realms Tomb, this corridor leads to the dormitory, which represents the human world and is where the body of the tomb owner is placed.Because Khitan people have the concept of immortal soul, there are often a lot of daily necessities in the dormitory, which is also a place worth "looking forward to" for tomb robbers or archaeologists. Although there were no obstacles in exploring the dedication room before, everyone still did not dare to relax their vigilance and took every step carefully.The strange thing is that this corridor extends upwards, and it seems to be much shorter. After twenty steps, we are facing the wooden door of the bedroom. "Strange, why is it so dry here? Even the wooden door hasn't rotted." I looked at Uncle Wang suspiciously. "Hey! The ancients' knowledge of geography and environment is beyond imagination, but it's a pity that they are all criticized as superstitions." Uncle Wang said with emotion: "The mystery of Fengshui lies in the two characters Kan and Yu, which can be regarded as the way of heaven and Yu as authentic. The person who built this tomb is obviously familiar with astronomy and geography, so he chose this dry place as a dormitory, which can better preserve the corpse." Although Uncle Wang is a bit incoherent, I can understand it—this is the so-called "corpse raising place", usually the acupuncture points of the most yin or yang. This kind of place can not only seal the anger, but also prevent insects and ants from infesting... … At this time Wei Jianguo stood up again. He held the flashlight under his armpit, pressed his palm against the wooden door, and pushed forward slightly. With a creepy "squeak", the dilapidated wooden door moved towards both sides. Slowly opened, the entire bedroom was exposed to strong light. The first thing that catches the eye is a huge sarcophagus, which is embedded in an A-shaped wooden structure, and the two are seamless, obviously carefully designed.I have read archaeological data, and know that this kind of wooden burial utensils similar to houses is called "small tent", which is popular among the Khitan royal family and nobles, which means that after death, they can still enjoy the luxury of life and live in a beautiful house.Presumably that Yelu Canglang is lying inside right now... With the movement of the flashlight, there was a sudden flash of light in the tomb, and Wei Jianguo immediately scanned back. After a closer look, it turned out to be a set of glass utensils in the corner, placed on top of the gold-plated carriage harness.All the people present couldn't help exclaiming. You must know that in the Liao Dynasty, glassware was a very precious item. Only the royal relatives and relatives were allowed to enjoy this kind of thing imported from the Western Regions, but the owner of the tomb used it as a funeral object. It can be seen Its status is not generally prominent. However, this extends to another problem, that is the size of the dormitory.This nearly square tomb is less than ten meters long. Excluding the set of wooden burial utensils, the remaining space is extremely small, so simple, it really doesn't look like the home of the royal family and nobles. "Let's not go in, so as not to touch the mechanism, anyway, it's clear at a glance." Uncle Wang said leisurely, with an excited look in his eyes. "Why don't I go in alone and take out that set of glass utensils..." Wei Jianguo was still not reconciled, his mind was entirely on this set of utensils. "No, before the project is approved, we can only do a preliminary survey and make a record." Uncle Wang refused again decisively.This was indeed disappointing, but when they thought of the lurking danger, everyone suppressed their excitement, but they also lost interest in Uncle Wang's suggestion to go to the sacrificial room to see. The sacrificial room, that is, the room for "sacrificing ghosts", represents the realm of hell in the Three Realms Tomb. Taoism calls it Mijie. It can be seen from the words that this is a tomb full of horror and death.This feeling was even more obvious when a group of people entered the cold corridor. Undoubtedly, the designer of the tomb deliberately chose such a place full of cold air to match the artistic conception of the sacrificial room.As the tunnel went deeper, the temperature turned out to be so low that it made people shiver. I couldn't help rubbing my hands, but soon discovered that this coldness seemed to have penetrated into my heart and pervaded my body. "Damn it, why did it get cold for no reason and fell into the ice cave?" I was nervous, and I started rambling again, but Uncle Wang's answer was earth-shattering—— "This is called the Ice Cave. It was built by taking advantage of the unique geographical environment. It is extremely cold all year round... This kind of tomb is extremely rare in China. So far, only three have been found in the Northeast. It is rare to find!" "Ice Cave? I don't seem to have heard of it. What's the use?" "That's nothing. The ancients spent their entire lives looking for this kind of place to build tombs. They just wanted to better preserve the corpses. Of course, it is also a kind of psychological intimidation for tomb robbers." "You mean, this ice cave is formed naturally?" "Hmm! It has something to do with the geographical structure here." Uncle Wang nodded, and suddenly shone the flashlight upwards, only to see white mist constantly emerging from among the bricks on the top of the corridor, curling and sinking downwards.I reached out and touched it, and suddenly felt a biting cold. "How strange! These three tombs are not far apart, why is this one cold?" "It starts with the formation principle of the Ice Cave." Uncle Wang seemed to be very interested in geography, and he might have studied the Ice Cave. At this time, he said patiently, "The formation of the Ice Cave must meet the following conditions at the same time. The first condition is that this area was covered by glaciers in ancient times; the second is that there must be a long winter and snow accumulation; and the third most important condition is that there must be a thick layer of gravel in the soil. When glaciers and snow accumulation After melting, it will gradually infiltrate downwards and mix with the crushed gravel at the bottom to form a relatively fixed mixture of boulders, and then dense weeds will grow on the ground, which will also play a good role in heat preservation, that is to say, The cold air in the ground can only go in and out, so it can stay permanently cold." Uncle Wang talked a lot in one breath, and then pointed to the top of his head and said: "If you guessed correctly, there is a pile of thick gravel on it, and the area is not large, so the boundary is so obvious." I nodded with half understanding, and I was more afraid of the sacrificial room. The tomb builders put so much effort into it, what did they want to preserve?Shouldn't it be like Baishi Mountain, where a group of unconscious mummies are frozen? As the saying goes, "whatever you avoid comes here." When our group stepped into the sacrificial room, we really saw a pile of corpses lying side by side on a large stone platform in a stiff state. There were probably more than a dozen or twenty corpses... "Ah! These people were all killed to sacrifice to ghosts!" I said tremblingly. "It's very possible, but it's more like a sacrificial burial. You see, their bodies are intact, and there are no signs of struggle, twisting or contraction. They should be buried voluntarily." As Uncle Wang spoke, he looked closely at each one. These corpses were all facing the same direction, and their outfits were similar—wearing a leather cap, a long gown with a round neck and narrow sleeves, no accessories, and linen trousers tucked into boots Inside the cylinder, the limbs are close together, like sections of wood, and the exposed face is only a layer of skin and flesh, and it also presents an unusual metallic color, which looks extremely eerie.What's even more creepy is that these dead people all wore weird smiles, as if they were enjoying death... "Uncle Wang, based on the color of the corpse, they must have died of poisoning, right?" Uncle Wang didn't answer my question, and was still observing intently. He suddenly found that when the beam of the flashlight touched the mouth of each corpse, there were always some dazzling flashes, so he stopped. "That's mercury, the ancients believed in preserving the body." Uncle Hou Dao didn't know when he came in. He stood far behind the crowd and said expressionlessly: "In order to preserve the corpse, the ancients would put it in the mouth after death. Although the custom of pouring mercury into the ground came from the Central Plains, it is still popular in the depths of the grassland.” As we all know, mercury is the only metal that appears in liquid form in nature, and it is a heavy metal. It can completely isolate the air, so that the structure of cells will not be damaged, so as to protect the body. Prevents or slows down mob corruption. "I understand. Mercury does not evaporate unless it is at low temperature. No wonder the tomb builders built the ice cave into a sacrificial room." Uncle Wang suddenly frowned and said with admiration, "They spared no effort to preserve these corpses. What's the reason for that?" This mystery is like a cold white mist, spreading in everyone's heart. Everyone stared at the corpse unconsciously, only feeling resentment and murderous intent wrapped in the coarse robes. Although they knew they would not wake up, But he couldn't stand the terrifying aura emanating from these ghosts. "They are all fierce generals galloping on the battlefield." Hou Dao Bo said thoughtfully, "Look, these people have scimitars resting on their heads and riding whips around their waists. It is a typical funeral ceremony for Khitan generals." "There are so many generals buried, it shows that the identity of the owner of the tomb is extraordinary, but there is no record of this Yelu Canglang. What's going on?" Uncle Wang still frowned. "This is indeed very strange. I guess it is the result of an internal struggle within the royal family. Yelu Canglang is definitely not the real name of the owner of the tomb." Hou Daobo leaned forward, stroked his beard subconsciously and said, "After the Khitan established the Liao Kingdom, not only Copying all the forms and systems of the Han nationality, even the struggle for power among the royal families has also been inherited, what a pity! Judging from the epitaph, this Yelu Canglang may be a relative of the emperor. He led a tribe with tens of thousands of households, and later fell out with the court for some reason, and perhaps staged a coup, but it ended in failure. "Honest Burton paused, then turned his gaze to the corpse on the stone platform, "The Khitan people are not as cruel to their brothers as the Han people. Even if they commit serious crimes, they will not be tortured like Ling Chi and Zhu Jiu. Usually they just give poisoned wine , or beheaded, and deprived of his name and number, and then let him be buried decently, of course, these generals who followed the rebellion would not escape death..." "That's right! There were several cases of this kind of fratricide between royal relatives and tribes in the Liao Dynasty. The largest one was when Khitan was unified and the country was established. Yelu Abaoji wiped out four brother tribes at once. Perhaps the owner of the tomb is one of them." One." Wei Jianguo rushed to say. "No! This Yelu Canglang should be a character from the middle and late Liao Dynasty." Uncle Wang interrupted abruptly. He adjusted his glasses and said to Wei Jianguo with a serious expression: "As an archaeologist, you should be like a criminal investigator. Observing the details, have you forgotten the epitaph just now? The large Khitan characters are used on it. This font was first created in 920 AD, and it took more than ten years to gradually take shape. It was officially used as written characters in the middle and late Liao Dynasty. Yelu Abaoji is long gone." Wei Jianguo was bored, and turned his face to the side in embarrassment. Suddenly, he rushed forward and shouted, "I know who it is, it's Yeluzhangnu, it must be him..." "Yelüzhangnu!" The people present screamed at the same time. I believe that anyone who has read Liao History will remember this name. It was his rebellion that pushed the already corrupt Khitan Dynasty to its end. It can be said that he is the gravedigger of the Liao Dynasty... "Yeluzhangnu rebelled in Shangjing in 1115 A.D., which was the time when Khitan characters were officially used. And this tomb was buried with many generals, which is more in line with that historical fact." The more Wei Jianguo talked, the more excited he was, completely forgetting what he just said Unhappy, "Although he is at best a member of the royal family and is not qualified to build a mausoleum of this size, but this can clearly show his ambition - he wants to be the emperor himself. It is estimated that the construction of this tomb started before he started the incident... ..." "You said he was deprived of his name because of the rebellion. Why did he use the title of wolf? And there is a pattern of a wolf's head engraved on the epitaph." I asked, and this ominous monster was still lingering in my mind. With this question, there was a sudden silence in the cold tomb, and everyone fell into deep thought.At this time, Uncle Hou Dao suddenly bypassed the large stone platform where the corpses were placed, and walked quickly to the innermost part of the sacrificial room. There was a black curtain hanging there, with a thin layer of ice solidified on it, which looked hard.In fact, everyone saw this thing as soon as they came in, but they were all focused on the corpse and ignored its existence. Uncle Hou Dao held up the flashlight, first looked at the curtain from top to bottom, then tapped it with his fingers, and then thumped hard... only heard the crisp sound of "crash", and the whole curtain turned out to be like glass It fell, and there was a scene that shocked me—at the bottom of the gloomy and narrow tomb, in the faint frost fog, a huge wolf stood in it like a ghost.It faced the crowd, its mouth opened to the limit and raised upwards, as if issuing a warning, revealing endless ferocity and weirdness. I realized at once that this was just a specimen, just like the one in the Baishishan King's Tomb—same size and posture; same forehead with bulge; same blurred dark green... Everyone quickly gathered around and began to chatter tongue-in-cheek discussion. "It turns out that a wolf is enshrined in the sacrificial room, and the dozen or so generals are sacrifices?" "This phenomenon has never been documented, it's so weird." "Yes! The owner of the tomb calls himself a wolf, and there is a statue of a wolf enshrined in the sacrificial room. What does it imply?" "It must be related to religious belief or totem culture." "The key is that this kind of wolf is only worshiped by the Huns, and has nothing to do with the Khitan tribe..." Uncle Wang and Wei Jianguo were analyzing in harmony, but Uncle Hou Dao had a gloomy expression on his face. He stared intently at the belly of the wolf and stretched out his hand to stroke it. Suddenly, he frowned and said, "Could it be that the rumor about the wolf clan is true? " This sentence was like thunder, and everyone present was startled, and they all looked at Uncle Hou Dao with doubtful eyes. "There is an ancient and little-known legend on the grassland. A long time ago, there lived a group of wolves on Jinwei Mountain. They absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon and slowly evolved into adults. The outside world called them the wolf clan." Uncle Hou Dao He said slowly, without the slightest cadence, "The wolves are tyrannical, and all of them are brave and good at fighting. They often attack, plunder, and slaughter the tribes and wanderers passing by, which eventually aroused public outrage. Many tribes united and designed to lure them Go down the mountain and carry out heavy encirclement and suppression..." Jin Weishan!Wolves!Could it be the remnants of the Northern Shanyu of the Xiongnu?I was so excited that I immediately thought of that period of history. At this time, I heard Uncle Houdao say, "The scuffle almost wiped out the wolf clan. Although the wolf king and a few others escaped, since then, this brutal clan has been on the verge of death." It never appeared again. However, the legend about the wolf clan did not end there, and there was a more terrifying follow-up. It is said that the escaped wolf king was himself a shaman, and he could change his appearance and hide his soul. Dressed as a witch, lurking in various tribes, restraining his brutal nature, keeping a low profile, and seeking a comeback for future generations..." Uncle Houdao’s words attracted everyone deeply, and I was even more imaginative—this so-called wolf clan was actually the remnants of the Northern Huns, and they were finally dispersed among various tribes under the anonymity of their names, and the Mongolian royal tomb in Baishi Mountain, and this The owners of the Khitan tombs are all descendants of the wolf tribe, the descendants of Bei Shanyu... Although the words of Uncle Hou Dao seem to be myths and legends, the nomads on the grasslands are accustomed to using this expression to tell history, so it has a certain degree of truth Sex, such an inference may not be unreasonable. "These remaining species of wolves are mixed with other groups. Because they are public enemies of the prairie, they are secretive about their own backgrounds and dare not reveal any clues. However, they always have their ancestors in their hearts and the great wish to revive the wolf clan, and these can only be done secretly. The ground is exposed. It is said that after the death of each generation of wolf kings, a wolf will be enshrined in the tomb, and the holy land of the ancestors will be drawn as a picture and hidden in the wolf's belly..." Uncle Hou Dao continued to speak slowly. Suddenly, he pulled out a Mongolian dagger from his waist and stabbed it at the wolf's abdomen. Has been submerged in the belly of the wolf. "If there is really something hidden inside, it will prove that the legends about the wolf clan are all true." Hou Daobo frowned, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed forward vigorously, cutting out the wolf belly that was originally bulging. With a big mouth, in an instant, hay, charcoal, and ice slag fell one after another, and a faint herbal smell wafted. "Those grasses are poisonous, everyone leave quickly." I suddenly remembered what happened to me in the Baishi Mountain Palace, and shouted anxiously. "Ah! It's 'huheicao', a poison commonly used by shamans." Hou Dao quickly let go of the hand holding the knife, rolled up his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose tightly, and motioned everyone to back away. Looking at the gaping wolf belly, I gritted my teeth and leaned up, held my breath, quickly cut off the whole wolf skin, held it in my hand and ran out.