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Chapter 751: Sarcophagus

It may not be completely correct to say that he is a monk. However, after listening to Uncle Liu's previous narration, my preconceptions made me think that this man was a monk.

He has hair, which is very thin and very long. At this time, he is sitting on a futon in the room with his body bent. Judging from his figure, he is thin and dry. The clothes on his body have not been washed in I don’t know how many years.

, are criss-crossed with patches, and the collars of the clothes are all broken and cracked. From a distance, they look shiny and shiny, making people feel very uncomfortable.

I walked over and took a look. The skin color of this old man reminded me of the "physical Bodhisattva" mentioned before. His skin was dark brown and slightly red, and he had his head lowered and his eyes closed. He looked very long.

His long beard drooped to the ground, and the muscles and fat all over his body were almost consumed and shrunk. A visual inspection showed that he probably only weighed less than thirty kilograms at this time.

He stretched out his hand and put it under the other person's nose to test it. The old man was no longer breathing. Looking at the surrounding environment and his appearance, it seemed that the old man had not moved since his death. However, how did he die?

It is still unknown why there is no decay, but judging from his appearance, it seems that his hair and nails did not stop growing after death. This situation is somewhat similar to the legendary zombies...

Forget it, I'd better think too much. If it's really a zombie, it should turn into a corpse immediately when it encounters the anger of a living person. This one is so quiet, it shouldn't be. Thinking of this, I sighed and stood up, thinking in my heart, come on

Sister White Snake said something to us before. She said that the person I was looking for was still alive at the time. However, this person's time was running out and I had to hurry up. Looking at this old man again, I estimate that he would die if I didn't say anything.

It's been decades, so it probably won't be him.

But having said that, if the person we are looking for is not him, then who could it be? Thinking of this, I took out my flashlight and looked around, and I was surprised to find that there were some seriously faded murals on the surrounding walls.

There are many murals, and they are very messy. At first glance, there is no logical order among the consecutive murals. Most of the contents in the paintings are immortals riding clouds and cranes, surrounded by three sacred mountains, and fairies and children everywhere.

They all look like a group of gods gathering in the sky...

It turned out to be an immortal, not a Buddha...

Could it be that the owner of this corpse is not a monk in the true sense, but a Taoist master who seeks immortality and Taoism? Thinking of this, the doubts in my heart became more intense, and I walked around the surrounding walls to see if I could find anything.

After discovering something, he took a flashlight and focused his attention on a row of sarcophagi in the corner.

Coffins are generally made of wood. Good materials, such as gloomy wood and golden nan, are extremely expensive. The cheaper ones are more abundant. There are not many coffins that can be made of stone.

Hiding it in a coffin and then placing it in a cave in the mountains seems to happen in the Hunan and Jiangxi regions, but it is extremely rare in the north.

Besides, whose coffin would be arranged like this? The head of the coffin was facing away, and the tail of the coffin was facing the monk's back. I counted them carefully, not too many, not too many, nine, arranged one after another so that they were like a stick.

A semicircle opened out like a fan. If the atmosphere wasn't wrong, I would have thought it was a bit like a peacock spreading its tail...

The number nine has a special meaning in China. Different people have different opinions on which number is the largest among Chinese characters. Masters of Chinese traditional culture generally agree on two opinions, one is three and the other is nine.

When talking about the number three as the largest number, the most important thing to consider is what Laozi Li Er said: "Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives rise to all things." What this means is that things are initially chaotic and unified, and then in a certain way

Under the influence of force, it is divided into two extremes: "yin" and "yang", and more things are different and changeable between these two extremes. Based on this, derived

Therefore, many people think that the number three gives rise to all things, and the number three is the largest.

However, we also know that in addition to three in Chinese characters, there are four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, etc. It would be too much to say that three is the biggest.

So, the ancients found another number, "nine". The number nine is said to be the largest among the "yang numbers". In the past, the gates of the emperor's palaces had eighty-one nails, nine across them.

There are nine standing upright, one no more and one no less.

Now, nine coffins appeared in front of me. Is there any connection with this number? I touched my chin and thought for a while, but I was not sure, so I walked forward and took a flashlight to shine on the coffin. It doesn't matter if I don't shine.

, after taking a photo, I became even more confused. Although the size and shape of the coffins were exactly the same, the specific materials were different. Moreover, the carving techniques on the coffins were not uniform. It seemed that they were not carved by people from the same dynasty.

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Especially the one on the far left, this coffin, has obvious signs of water immersion. The color of the sarcophagus has changed due to the rust-like thing, and the patterns on it have also changed to a certain extent.

It has been corroded, and looking at others, there are similar situations. From this, it seems that these sarcophagi were moved here from the outside world.

But who has such great ability?

The stone steps on the stone wall can only accommodate one person. The end of the stone steps is about ten meters from the ground. Let alone carrying the sarcophagus up, even if you climb up by yourself, it will be difficult.

It's extremely difficult to do. When someone designed this place like this, didn't they think about the difficulties involved? Does it mean that there are things like ladders for climbing, or that people who enter and leave this place have to climb over the walls?

What about your ability?

Frowning slightly, I was a little puzzled. I thought about it for a moment, took a few steps back and bowed twice to the old man who had passed away, and then said: "Senior, I am Lu Li, a disciple of Maoshan. I am passing by here and I have some questions.

I don’t understand, and now I want to open the sarcophagus behind you to see what’s going on. I apologize for disturbing you.”

After saying this, I looked at the mummy. He was sitting there, motionless, and did not show any strange behavior. I nodded, walked to the side of a sarcophagus, stretched out my hand to press the lid of the sarcophagus, and touched it with my feet.

I tried to move it aside with all my strength.

This thing is so thick and wide that it cannot be moved by one or two people. It took a lot of effort to move it through a gap the size of a fist.


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