"Haiyue, when was Manwen founded by Nurhachi?" I asked her.

She said: "In 1599, Nurhachi Ming Erdeni and Gagai created the earliest Manchu script without punctuation based on Mongolian script."

She suddenly realized: "I understand, you mean...you mean this black jade coffin stopped here before 1599?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, it can be said that buried in the secret passage where we escaped death last night are the secrets of the imperial power struggle between Huang Taiji, Dorgon and Mang Gurtai. But everything in this cave is...

Long before the founding of the Hou Jin Dynasty, at least at that time the Manchus did not have their own unified writing! They had not yet reached their military peak, in other words, it was not long after Nurhaci became the governor of the founding of the state."

Having said that, it can only be explained in this way, but a new problem emerged. At that time, Nurhaci did not unify the entire Jurchen tribe, nor did he conquer Eastern Mongolia, or the entire four northeastern provinces (in the Qing Dynasty, Inner Mongolia was also included in the Northeast)

) There is no one who can be worthy of the status of this black jade coffin. In the entire Northeast, the highest-ranking officer is Li Chengliang, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong. Li Chengliang is a second-grade officer. How can a second-grade officer enjoy the standards of a state funeral?

"In what year did Li Chengliang, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, die?" I asked Nan Haiyue, because I was afraid that what I had learned in history class was unreliable.

"In 1615, do you suspect that this black jade coffin was made by Nurhachi for Li Chengliang? Impossible, there was already Manchu in 1615, and Li Chengliang's hometown was from Tieling, he was a Ming general, and he would never be buried in Houjin territory, let alone

I can make sacrificial inscriptions in Mongolian."

"Since they are all in the same language, can you try to translate it? If you don't understand, skip it!"

She walked around with a frown on her face for a long time, her face turning gloomy and clear. Mouse and I sat on the steps of the altar and smoked cigarettes one after another.

"Brother Wushuang, this may not be as simple as a memorial ceremony, and the person in the coffin may not be a dead person." Nanhai Yue said.

She used several possibilities in succession. Maybe the difference between Manchu and Mongolian was really big, and she couldn't be sure. But the thing in the coffin might not be a dead person? What's the explanation? Is it possible that the thing in the coffin was not a person?

Is it an animal? Or is it a living person...? What she said was half-understood, but it made me shiver all over.

She continued: "I don't think it looks like a sacrificial inscription, but a curse! A curse that seals the ghost in the coffin and never comes back."

Nurhachi, the king, is said to be as ruthless as a jackal by modern people. It seems that is indeed the case. When I first saw that this coffin was made of black jade, I thought that black jade is the strongest type of yin in jade.

The person lying inside this coffin may never be reincarnated, and even the corpse may turn into a zombie. This would be thousands of times more severe than inflicting severe torture on this person while he was still alive. Besides,

Coupled with the incantation on the coffin lid, this man is definitely a thorn in Nurhachi’s side!

"Oh, you two, don't talk about that history. You are not historians. You finally got here and there is no one else. Why are you talking about such useless things? Come here and take a look at this mirror. It's fucking pure gold!

Brother, please pick it off and take it away!" The mouse said as he used his dagger to dig at the mirror in front of the coffin lid.
Chapter completed!