Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

Boss Sun took the lead, and the group curled up and drilled in.

Because it was inconvenient, we didn't bring torches when we drilled in, and each of us had a flashlight for lighting, which was a bit like crawling forward during field military training.

There is a lot of dust and spider webs on these cypress logs.

Drilling, Boss Sun, who was leading the way, stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter, boss," asked a mole.

Boss Sun turned his head and took a photo with his flashlight, the flashlight dazzled my eyes.

I just heard him say: "Have you noticed that we are getting shorter and shorter, and we are going downhill?"

It was surrounded by wood, and I was so nervous that I didn't pay attention to it just now. Now that I heard what he said, I looked down, and it seemed to be true.

The place we just climbed over turned into a small slope.

This discovery puzzled everyone.

Because according to common sense, all the Huangchang Temples are built on flat ground, and the center of Mutou Mountain is the coffin, but what's going on?This is the way down?What's next?

"Don't think about it, let's talk about it first," Boss Sun left a sentence and continued to climb inside.

The more I climbed in, the more frightened I became.

It was a slight slope just now, and now the slope is getting bigger and bigger.

Although the Sun brothers had done a lot of work before, it was probably the first time they had seen such an abnormal design.

I was at the end of the line, and there was a mole in front of me. There was very little space. A mole was wearing jeans, and her buttocks were sticking out, which distracted me a bit.

It was estimated that after climbing for more than ten minutes, the space in front gradually increased.

"Be careful, pay attention to the top of your head, don't bump into the wooden hands," Boss Sun tried to get up.

It was very dark inside, and after everyone came out, Boss Sun took a photo of the surrounding area with a strong flashlight.

His hand holding the flashlight was fixed in mid-air, and when we looked along the bright light, the pupils of all of us widened instantly.

There are no coffins, only coffins.

Row after row, I don't know how many coffins there are...

Some of these coffins were rotten, some collapsed into a flat shape, and some were basically intact.

That kind of nan scent is very obvious now and lasts for a long time.

Dozens of coffins were stacked together, and there were no obvious funerary objects on the ground. This did not conform to the funeral system of any dynasty at all.

The third brother frowned: "Brother, with so many coffins concentrated, is this a Western Zhou burial pit?"

It made sense for him to ask this question, because apart from the Shang Dynasty and the early Western Zhou Dynasty, there was no such burial system in the future. Unless it was a voluntary one, it was against the laws and regulations at that time to force a living person to be buried with him.

Sun Laosan's face was gloomy, and he stepped forward step by step to a coffin. This coffin wasn't too collapsed, just a little bit flat.

I swallowed, held up the flashlight, and looked at Sun Laosan without blinking.

"Boss, give me the crowbar," Sun Laosan stretched out his hand with a solemn expression.

"Next," the two cooperated tacitly, and the eldest brother threw the small crowbar over.

There was almost no pause, and Sun Laosan was ready to pry open the coffin after getting the crowbar.

"Wait for the third child first."

"Have you counted, how many coffin nails are there?" the eldest brother asked with a frown.

Sun Laosan moved the flashlight and looked, "Some of the land is rotten, I can't be sure, there may be six."

"Six coffin nails?"

"Third, be careful, don't get too close. If six coffin nails are okay, I'm afraid it will be five."

A mole patted his chest and muttered, "Fortunately, not just five."

I learned a little bit about this statement later.

Ancient funeral customs have been evolving, but there are some points that have not changed much for thousands of years.For example, burial is a coffin for laying down, and the coffin is sealed with yin and yang.

When a coffin is built, it is normal to have six or seven nails, but if it is less than six, it is not good.

The one with five nails is called the soul-sealing nail, and the one with four nails is called the soul-suppressing nail. According to traditional culture, these are unlucky for the dead and the living.

Sun Laosan is very courageous. After all, he has been a geotechnical engineer for many years. He has seen countless coffins. I don't think he is afraid of these things at all.

The crowbar was stuffed into the crack of the coffin, and the coffin nails were rotten, and he opened it with a little effort.

"What's the third child inside?" A mole asked in a low voice.

"There is nothing, there is an inch-long gold thread, and a pile of white chocolate, come and have a look," he beckoned and let us go to have a look.

We walked over to have a look, and it was true that there were no funerary objects in the coffin, except for two short golden threads, there were only some scattered bones of dead people. The white chocolate he was talking about was these scattered dead people bone.

There is only a little bit of gold thread, and it is definitely not the remnants of the golden jade clothes.

Boss Sun shook his head after looking at it, "It seems that the conditions here are good. It has been more than 600 years, and the bones are still there. This kind of pit should be placed in the north. It is good to have one or two teeth left."

"Excuse me, please raise your leg," as he spoke, Boss Sun picked up a dead leg bone, and he threw it at the head of the coffin.

"Huh? What is this?"

After removing the bone, he pulled it with a small crowbar, and a large black ball-shaped thing was exposed.

On closer inspection, it looks like a round stone covered with mud, and the surface of the ball is still stained with some seeds that have not rotted away.

"This... this seems to be sweet melon seeds, right?" A mole frowned.

"It's really fragrant melon seeds, grass, bad luck, I know what this thing is," Sun Laosan threw away the pebbles, and he kept wiping his hands on his clothes.

"This is the back orifice. It was used to torture people in ancient times. If the owner of the tomb is really a must, then he is not a good person. Fuck it."

Then Boss Sun pointed to the bones of the dead in the coffin and told us his guess.

The slave burial system was actually abolished when the Western Zhou Dynasty was just established. However, the emperor of Zhou enfeoffed the princes. At that time, there were many princes and kings in remote areas. This bad habit.

At that time, unlike now, women's social status was not high. Among the martyrs, women accounted for a very large proportion. The pile of bones in the coffin in front of me should also be a woman.

The third brother restored his guess in this way.

In the Western Zhou Dynasty in 3000, it was summer and it was very hot. The female weavers employed by the family were temporarily off work, and everyone sat in a family room and had a short chat.

Suddenly, the owner showed kindness and brought a cart of melons for everyone to eat in this hot summer, tricking these female workers to eat melons to relieve the heat.

Unexpectedly, these cantaloupe were injected with perspiration medicine, and everyone fainted after eating the cantaloupe.

At this time, the master brought stone balls and stuffed them directly through the rear orifices of the female workers. Some people might wake up from the pain, but it was useless. They were still directly nailed to the coffin lid, and they died of pain inside the coffin.

This tragic way of burial, which makes people feel pained to death, actually originated from the customs of the ancient Yue country.

Not only is the bead stuffed in the back orifice, but the mouth has to be sewn up with gold thread immediately afterward.

The few remaining golden threads were used to sew up the mouth of the martyr.

After all this was done, quite a few women were still alive, but because their mouths were sewn up with gold thread, they couldn't even cry out in the coffin, and they couldn't even open their mouths.

A few days later, he died in such darkness.

Miserable.