In the relief on the "Zhenling Tuan", there is a magnificent palace at the highest point, including the moon city, corner tower, inner city, stele tower, sacred platform, divine wall, stele pavilion, offering hall, spiritual platform and other buildings. The mountains and rivers behind it are all long-lasting views. The palace has no foundation stones, but several rays of rays and rainbow shadows, and the smoke is in the air, surrounded by flying dragons, showing an extraordinary style of immortal pavilions.

The content below shows the shrine under the Xuan Palace. The mountains on both sides of the shrine are stretched and the towering peaks convey a kind of turbulent and dangerous momentum, which makes the towers in the sky more majestic. This shrine should be the valley called "Insect Valley".

After seeing it, the fat man smiled and said, "The old man Xian wanted to be a god and was crazy. Even the tomb was built like the Jade Emperor's Heavenly Palace. He was still building a tower in the sky. It would be better to bury it directly on the moon."

Shirley Yang said: "No one knows the details of the inner tomb of King Xian. All the clues say that the tomb of King Xian is in the water dragon halo. Even if the water dragon halo is magical, I don't believe that there are places in this world that violate physical principles. The carvings on the back of the tomb of the town must have been artistically processed or otherwise."

I said to Shirley Yang and Fatty, "The so-called water dragon refers to a waterfall with a large flow. The halo is the neon light produced by the rise of water vapor, which is tangible and untamed. Therefore, it was regarded as an immortal bridge by the ancients, and it is impossible to build buildings on it. The carvings of the palace we see should not be the tomb of the king, but the ground sacrificial facilities of the tomb of the king, called the Minglou. According to the Qin and Han Dynasties, the underground palace of the tomb should be less than ten feet below the Minglou. This tradition has been preserved until the late Qing Dynasty."

Shirley Yang asked me: "If it is a sacrificial facility Minglou, that is, after King Xian died, people would enter the Minglou to hold a worship ceremony every specific period of time. However, according to the records on the map of the human skin, the king's tomb was set up with a long-lasting poisonous miasma around it, which outsiders could not enter. Where did the people who worship King Xian go in? Is there another secret way to pass through the poisonous fog?"

There are only two reasons for miasma in the valley. One is that due to the terrain, the air does not circulate in the deep mountains and valleys. The concentration of moisture generated by these plants is too high. In addition, the various animals that die inside, rotten corpse gas mixed in it, which will produce poisonous miasma.

There is another type, which may be that after the King’s tomb was completed and the King of Exaltation was settled, the miasma was artificially set up, and the low-concave terrain of the "Word Valley" was used to plant special plants in deep unventilated places. These plants themselves were poisonous, which formed a barrier to protect the King’s tomb, but it was not necessarily a planting of poisonous plants. It is said that the "Word Valley" was not ventilated deep. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, the technology of extracting mercury from the sulfide consolidation was very mature, and it was also possible that a large amount of mercury was placed nearby. Over time, the mercury evaporated toxic substances formed in the air. However, this possibility is not great. Even if the air in the valley does not circulate, it is still an exposed space, unless the craftsmen who built the "Word King’s Tomb" had other solutions.

The three of them discussed and took out the blind man's "Human Skin Map" for comparison. They found that the "Human Skin Map" was a little less than the "Zhenling Map". The stone carvings on the back of the "Zhenling Map" were carved in a place in the valley. The toad's mouth was wide open. Near the "Xianwang Tomb", there was also a symmetrical toad tree with its mouth wide open.

In the "Human Skin Map", there is only this toad in the valley, and the toad's mouth is closed. The people who drew the "Human Skin Map" for the Dian King had no idea about the situation after the miasma, and only roughly standardized some of the characteristics of the periphery. It is obvious that the situation inside the "Xian King's Tomb" is absolutely confidential and not everyone can know it.

If you don't pay attention to this small difference, it is difficult to detect, because there are many rare birds and beasts on the "Zhenling Map" and the "Human Skin Map". These animals do not necessarily exist near the "Xianwang Tomb", and some are just symbolically drawn on it. This is related to the worldview of people in ancient times, just like some ancient maps, which use dragons to represent rivers and turtles to represent majestic peaks.

However, this toad is very inconspicuous. It seems that it is not accurate to say that it is a toad. Although it is a perfect shape, its posture is absolutely not similar. It has a very abominable face. It has a round belly and a lower limbs on the ground. It has a door-pushing shape with its front finger, raised its head high, and its eyes wide. It seems to be like a dead eye. Its nose is turned up to the sky, and its strange mouth is so big that it is simply disproportionate to the body.

I pointed to the toad on the "Zhenling Mausoleum" and said, "The two toads inside and outside are completely symmetrical. In the whole picture, there is only one place in the symmetrical place inside and outside the valley. It is likely that during the sacrifice, the toad's strange mouth should be the gate. There is only one standard on the human skin map. That is, the drawing people do not know the internal situation. As long as we find this place in the insect valley, we can enter the tomb of the King of Xian deep."

Shirley Yang agreed with my judgment, but the fat man didn't understand it at all, so he had to listen and listen to it. We repeatedly confirmed it in the picture several times. As long as we could find the valley, we would be sure to find this toad that might have hidden secret paths. As for whether it is a stone statue or something else, we will know when we find that place.

We came down from the back of the peppercorn and looked around. There were a lot of wretched trees, the broken jade coffin, the wreckage of the C-type transport aircraft, and the eagle owl that was shot into a rag by the "Chicago typewriter", and the most common one was the countless corpses in the tree's body.

The fat man kicked the dead body of the eagle owl on the ground with his feet: "It's broken, otherwise I'd plucked my hair and roasted it, and I'd have lunch today."

I said to the fat man, "Don't worry about that dead bird, then go to the wreckage of the cabin to see if there are any firearms and ammunition that can be used. We will bring some when we set off. There are too many wild animals in this forest, and if there are few bullets, I am afraid I can't handle it."

The remains of the C-type transport aircraft fell from the tree and fell completely apart. The fat man opened the broken aluminum shell and flipped around it in search of something that could still be used.

Shirley and Yang went to clean the bones of the US Air Force pilot from the corpses of various animals. I took off his head, pinched it a few times, and made a sound. I thought that the blood seeping out of the jade coffin dripped on the jade, and it was also a dripping sound. The eagle owl pecked at the tree lizard in the cabin, and also made a signal-like sound, and the sound of a python hitting the jade coffin. Where did the code of that ghost signal come out? I am afraid it is impossible to confirm. What happened in the dark night in the jungle has a great impact on human judgment. Who can explain the things in the dark? I would rather believe that it was the dead of this American pilot who was sending us a warning.

However, one special thing caught our attention. The clothing mark on the pilot was worn by the bomber formation, not the transport plane. In addition, there was a piece of already messy white cloth after he was arrested, which read: The US Air Force, coming to China to assist in the war, military and civilians, etc., and assisted together.

This shows that he is not a member of this C-type transport aircraft. The climate in this area is complex. Due to the large drop in the alpine basin and the extremely unstable air pressure, it can be said that it is a cemetery for an aircraft. There should be other crashed aircraft nearby. When this survivor walked out of the jungle, he became a victim of the jade coffin. Perhaps in our next trip, we will encounter the rest of the wreckage of the plane.

So I dug a hole on the ground with an engineer shovel and wanted to bury the pilot's body, but found that the ground here was too wet. After a few digging, it was full of plant rhizomes. There were also bug eggs calculated as kilograms. It was so disgusting. The environment here was so special. Although it was in the subtropical zone, it was closer to the tropical rainforest south of the Tropic of Cancer and north of the Tropic of Cancer, the "Lancang River" and "Nujiang" water systems continuously washed away this low-lying land, abundant groundwater resources, and a humid and hot and windless environment, which led to the reproduction and breeding of a large number of plants. The underground was full of thick plant roots, which were not suitable for burying people at all. No wonder the priest was buried on the tree.

Shirley Yang and I discussed it and decided to use the wreckage of the cabin of the C-type transport aircraft as a coffin for the time being, and temporarily store his corpse in it, and then notify their people to retrieve it after they go back.

At this time, the fat man had already picked up three or four intact Thompson submachine guns, and more than ten magazines and drums. He helped him roll the American corpse with a thin blanket and stuffed it into the cabin, and then tried to block the gap in the cabin with stones.

Shirley Yang tied a cross with a branch and stood in front of the wreckage of the C-type transport plane. We stood solemnly in front of the cross. Shirley Yang took out the Bible and recited a few words silently, hoping that the US Air Force, who sacrificed for human freedom, could rest in peace.

This situation reminded me of the body of my comrades on the front line. When facing the bodies of my comrades who died, I suddenly felt a little sore in my nose. I hurriedly blinked hard and looked up at the sky.

The fat man suddenly took two steps forward and said, "Sleep in peace, my dear friend, I understand your unfulfilled wish. We have to bear the glorious post-war construction. Rest in peace, my dear friend, the white clouds and blue sky will praise you, and the green peaks will pass on the garlands for you. The flowers and blood grasses on the mountain tell us that there is a martyr who is sleeping forever."

I have always been helpless with the fat man's words and deeds, and I was amused and crying. Seeing that it was almost noon, I delayed it again and could not reach the entrance of the valley today, so I called them to set off.

Although Thompson's submachine gun has a great weight, after this long night, we fully realized the importance of submachine guns in the jungle. In addition to Shirley Yang's unhappy with this typewriter, Fatty and I each chose one, "Sword Wei" and the remaining **** pistol, which was temporarily used by Shirley Yang. If you can carry more magazines, you can carry more black waterproof glue bags used to encapsulate the guns.

We continued to move forward along the "Zhelong Mountain", eating some dry food while walking. Today's itinerary is relatively easy. I learned from yesterday's lessons and tried to walk around the slopes close to the mountains. The plants in the areas where the mountains and forests meet are much sparse than in the deep jungle. Due to the moderate density, it is like a natural air filter purifier. It is neither damp and stuffy in the jungle nor the stuffy cold caused by the high elevation of the mountains. The fragrance of flowers and trees penetrates into my heart, making people feel refreshed and clear, and the sleepiness of the day and night seems not very obvious.

After walking northwest for four or five hours, I saw a large flower tree, red, white and yellow flowers, all the size of a bowl, countless big butterflies dancing, and a large stream passed by the flowers and trees. Deep in it was a "forest on the forest", that is, the trees were tall. This big tree was concentrated together, which was obviously half higher than the nearby plants, so it was called "forest on the forest". This winding stream may be what the locals call "snake crawling river". The water of the Snake River is in the area, and is concentrated underground, with only a stream on the surface.

The stream flowed through the flowers and trees, passed through a large "forest forest" and flowed into the deep valley in the distance. Due to the dense plants and the terrain, I couldn't see the situation inside the valley with a telescope. I took out the map of the human skin, looked for reference objects nearby, and confirmed that it was correct. This was the entrance to the "Word Valley". After this section, as the terrain became lower and lower, the water flow would gradually increase. There were some dams left when the "Xianwang Tomb" were built. Moreover, although the ground here was overgrown and most of them were completely covered by low plants, some fragments of bricks and tiles could still be seen, which should be the remains of the King Tomb Shinto.

When we finally arrived at the "Insect Valley", we couldn't help but feel excited and accelerated our pace. We were ready to get near the ruins of the embankment wall. We set up camp to rest and walked into the flower tree. At first, these low flower trees had all the flowers blooming in full bloom, colorful and endlessly colorful. In the depths of the bushes, all the colors were red flowers and red leaves. Looking around, they looked like huge fire clouds, and groups of golden silk phoenix-tail butterflies shuttled among the red flowers.

This is a place like a fairy. Compared to the gloomy jungle we spent the night, which is just not far away, there are two worlds. The fat man said: "It's a pity that the two insect-catching nets have been thrown away. Otherwise, we can catch hundreds of butterflies and take them back to Beijing for specimens to sell them. We can make a lot of money. It seems that there are many ways to make money in this world, but we just don't come out to see them anymore. How can we think of staying in the city?"

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The fat man said angrily: "Yes, you just like to teach others. I just talk about it casually. If you really want Fat Master to catch butterflies, I can't stand that temperament. If you catch the little butterflies casually, you will lose them. How can you fight back and forth? A clear weapon is enough to eat, drink and enjoy for half your life."

While talking, the three of them walked through the flowers and trees, looking for the ruins of the ancient shrine, and came to the area where the flowers and trees were connected. This was the entrance to the "Word Valley". As they gradually approached the "Tomb of King Xian", there were more and more ruins in ancient times.

The entrance of the valley seems very inconsistent with the surrounding environment. The two bare stone mountains are very dazzling when viewed from close range, but here is located behind the "forest forest". From the outside, the view is blocked by tall trees, and there is no way to see the bare stone mountains inside. Only by walking to the entrance of the "Word Valley" will you see it. No one expected that there were such two huge rocks in such a dense jungle that did not grow in a single grass, so it gave people a very sudden feeling.

We looked up and felt that these two stones were like something. When we looked closely, we saw that each of them had an eye painted with black paint. However, it was not the eyeball shape of the dust bead, but the eyes with eyelashes. The eyes were deep and majestic. Although the composition was rough, they were extremely vivid. Could this be a sign that the dead King Xian was using his eyes to look at everyone who dared to enter this valley?

Shirley Yang walked closer and looked at the rock, turned to us and said, "This is a meteorite divided into two. Most of the nearby crashes are related to it."
Chapter completed!