Chapter 34

the bright yellow fields, there are eight yellows and one essence.Loquat yellow, orange peel yellow, honey yellow, chicken oil yellow, osmanthus yellow, mature chestnut yellow, soap yellow, tung oil...Several people were lying on the ground, gasping for breath. Sun Lao San had been living in this dark tomb for several months. He was now so excited that he couldn't control himself.

He kept repeating, "Success! Success!"

After several months of perseverance, accompanied by the tilt and collapse of the sandstone, it disappeared without a trace.

Without the stone, it would be easy to push open this gate.

After the tension eased, several people placed their hands on the stone gate. With a heave, they managed to push it open a crack.

The sound of Shimen's friction, like a set of chimes struck three thousand years ago, was very low and resonant.

It's so narrow, someone could get stuck in there. We stopped what we were doing.

Looking in, it was pitch black. The first thing I smelled was a fragrance, the same as when I had been here before, but this time it was much stronger, wafting into my nostrils.

The boss said that this kind of fragrance is not a good sign.

After letting it air out for a bit to ensure good ventilation, Sun Lao Da led the way and we all crawled inside.

Inside was very dark, but the leader had prepared in advance, and we lit the torches we had brought.

Hold high the torches.

"This... Big Brother, what's this" I was so shocked by the sight before me that I couldn't speak.

Before us lies wood, to be precise, a great deal of crafted wood. Each piece is roughly a meter long, and the quantity is immense, numbering in the hundreds if not thousands.

These pieces of wood fit together in a regular pattern, over ten meters high and over twenty meters wide. One layer is stacked on top of another, just like a hedgehog...

Each piece of wood has a black coating on its surface, looking like some kind of protective paint.

That kind of sandalwood scent comes from the wood itself.

Sun Lao San stared blankly at the wooden mountain before him: "Huang... Huang Changti Ma... "

That's right, these pieces fit together, stacked like a hedgehog-like wooden mountain, just like the Huangchang riddle Yao Yumen mentioned before.

The kind of yellow intestine dishes from the Han Dynasty and what I'm seeing now simply can't be compared. It's like comparing a tractor to a Ferrari—it loses in terms of momentum and isn't even on the same level.

None of us have ever seen the Yellow Intestine Riddle from the Western Zhou Dynasty, and if we were to look at it according to the standards of the Han Dynasty, the very center of these wooden structures could possibly be the coffin of the tomb owner. In other words, the place where we are standing now is likely the former main burial chamber that has disappeared above us...

These pieces of wood were stuck together, forming a prickly hedge. I frowned and asked my third brother, "Third Brother, this wooden mountain is blocking our way. How are we going to get through"

Sun Lao San, after all, was experienced. He thought for a moment and said: "Yun Feng, don't worry first. This thing must have been made by craftsmen. After they finish their work, they will definitely leave through a hidden path."

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After finishing his words, Sun Lao Da held the torch and began to carefully look for a space big enough for people to squeeze into. We also went in to help him look.

Just now I didn't notice because there was some distance. As I walked closer, I suddenly saw that Huang Chang had piled up some wood, and many black mushrooms had grown on it. They were different from the ones we eat at home. These mushrooms were strangely shaped, with caps that looked very much like old faces, all wrinkles. At a glance, there were even noses and eyes.

One speck of a blemish even discovered this kind of mushroom fungi growing on the wood. He prepared to reach out and pluck one to have a look.

"Don't touch! Don't move that thing!" the leader shouted.

"Don't touch it. If I'm not mistaken, this kind of fungus should be the one mentioned specifically in the funerary scriptures."

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This is called Huang Bai Lao Lian, a rare cave-dwelling medicinal fungus.

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"Huang Bai Lao Lian Medicinal herbs" I've never heard of this thing.

One mole stepped back two steps and said, "Third brother, you didn't say about the medicinal herbs How can the medicinal herbs not be moved Although they look a little strange. "

"No, not quite like that," Lao San said in a low voice. "Few people have ever seen this thing. I reckon Yao Yumen has never seen it either. The Burial Scriptures say that this kind of plant grows in extremely yin places, and in folk tales, it's what herbalists use to summon souls."

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