"These are not the styles of this dynasty. Could it be that the construction time of this temple exceeds the history of this dynasty."
Yang Ji felt incredible.
The Han Dynasty has existed for thousands of years. This has been the era of countless generations. This temple has been around longer than the founding of the Han Dynasty. Isn't it the previous dynasty?
"It's unbelievable! How can a temple exist so long ago?"
Yang Ji murmured to himself, amazed.
There are very few texts about the previous dynasties. Yang Ji has almost never heard of it, and has not found any relevant books. Thousands of years have been eclipsed and cannot be recalled, and there are only a few people who are interested in it.
Yang Ji held up the flame and Tao Shuangzhu, and walked forward curiously step by step.
It is absolutely incredible that there is a temple from the previous dynasty deep underground in Tieguan Mountain. Yang Ji even felt that even the elders and "gatekeepers" in the sect may not know the existence of this place.
"With so much pressure under the ground, how could this temple not collapse?"
Yang Ji thought secretly.
After walking a few feet, Yang Ji stretched out a hand and stroked the curtain hanging from the roof beam. A section of the curtain fell down, but the upper part did not waver at all.
"So light. Just like air."
Yang Ji felt it. These curtains were incredibly light. They had no weight at all when they fell on his hands, as if they were nothing.
This kind of light weight is less than one thousandth of that of silk and satin, and Yang Ji has never seen it before.
"This must be the craftsmanship of the previous dynasty."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind.
Yang Ji stretched out his fingers and crushed them, and these gauze-like and mist-like curtains immediately and silently turned into ashes. It had been too long, and these curtains had completely turned into ashes.
There was silence all around, only Yang Ji's footsteps echoed in the void. Many parts of the temple were broken, many door leaves and window frames were all gone, and there were only sections of broken walls.
It can be seen from the exquisite carvings on the walls, some gold-edged wood, and the smell of incense that has persisted in the air for thousands of years that this place was once extremely glorious.
In the red light of the flame-avoiding bead, a section of rafter fell into the dust.
Yang Ji leaned down, picked it up and took a look at the cross-section of the rafter. His eyelids twitched, and he was secretly surprised:
"This is the finest golden nanmu. I'm afraid it's nearly ten thousand years old. It's only used to make one rafter..."
The texture of the rafters is golden nanmu, and the cross-section is densely packed with rings that are thinner than a human hair. After a rough count, there are actually hundreds of growth rings.
Golden nanmu grows slowly, with one growth ring every year, but it is only as thick as a hair. This raft has hundreds of growth rings, which takes hundreds of years.
And this Yuanzi is just a part taken from the golden nanmu.
Adult golden nanmu that can be used as lumber is usually held by one person and is thick when two people hold it together. From this point of view, the intercepted golden nanmu is probably at least 6,000 years old.
Such precious wood is not easy to grow. It is usually used by princes and nobles to make the pillars of the main hall of the ancestral temple. But here it is used to make a rafter. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!