Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 627: Huangchangtichou

Just when Jiang Shangxian was distracted and thinking that Qi Qige could also do the job of plastering walls for the construction team, the black mud also took effect.

The first to move were the dozen or so summoned blood-transforming insects. They seemed to be extremely fascinated by the black mud, and each of them was busy eating it.

Immediately afterwards, the rustling sound of countless thin legs crawling and rubbing against each other was heard, and the blood-transforming insects that had left gathered together again.

Jiang Shangxian stared at these things eating, and was worried that those who came late would not be able to get the medicine. Then he saw Qi Qige pick up a row of black mud with the broken knife, stand up, and throw the black mud on the blood-transforming Gu like Nuwa throwing mud in batches to create humans.

"Why is there no change after eating them?" Jiang Shangxian squatted beside her. The amount of bleeding from her nose had decreased, but it was still oozing a little bit. But there was nothing she could do at the moment, she could only wipe it after a while.

"no change?"

Qi Qi Ge chuckled, moved his fingers, changed from pinching to grasping, and suddenly poked into the top of the head of a blood-transforming insect that had taken medicine. He pulled his arm back hard, and the blood-transforming insect was pulled out of the tomb door with its body stiff.

Jiang Shangxian was so frightened that he jumped up and took two steps back. He patted his pectoral muscles and confirmed in a panic: "Dead?"

"kindness."

Qiqige responded from the back of his throat: "You will chop them with knives in a moment, wait a little longer."

She felt a little regretful. If she fed this thing, these blood-transforming poisons would not be able to be used as concentrated feed for her poisonous insects.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glare at the couple who were watching the fun. It was such a waste of her blood!

Fortunately, things turned out just as she said. After waiting for a while, these blood-transforming insects stopped moving, leaving only their long bodies wriggling once or twice from time to time, but it was obvious that they were no longer as powerful as a crossbow and were not to be feared.

The guards rushed forward and quickly chopped them all off. Dense red severed limbs covered the open space at the entrance, and red sticky juice oozed from the severed limbs.

Jiang Shangxian spread the extra bags from the previous integration of supplies on top, and the group set off again.

This time they were more cautious than before. The terracotta warriors were torn into pieces and the ground was covered with red juice. Jiang Shangxian felt sticky under his feet when he walked on it.

As they went deeper, everyone became more and more certain that this should be where Zhao Tuo's coffin was.

There was no other reason, it was just that this place was too big. Although the entire picture could not be seen clearly with the help of the lanterns in everyone's hands, Jiang Shangxian judged that this place should be as big as eight basketball courts.

Except for the initial group of terracotta warriors, the places they walked through were empty.

"Madam, that looks like a tree!" In a split second, Jiubai suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall black shadow. Its outline looked like a tree, and he instantly thought of the mural in the Gu Po Temple.

The scene of Jiang Shangxian telling them stories while they were looking at the murals is still fresh in our memory.

"Tree? Is it the one on the mural you mentioned?" Cui Bianxu had never seen the mural in person. Looking at the black shadow, he felt a little excited. He finally found it.

According to Jiang Shangxian, the tree was right next to the coffin. He immediately looked around the black shadow and saw a huge black shadow right next to the tree.

Jiang Shangxian looked in the direction they said, and suddenly felt dazed. The painting he saw two days ago actually appeared before his eyes at this moment?

"What's the use of watching from afar? Let's go and take a look!" Zhao Han's heart was pounding. Although Jiang Shangxian had said that there was no such thing, he still held some hope in his heart.

Li Sheng and Jiu Bai, as the two most skilled in martial arts among the guards, naturally walked in the front to explore the way.

"Be careful." Cui Bianxu signaled Jiang Shangxian to slow down. Apart from the initial group of terracotta warriors, this place was so empty that it was frightening. Although those blood-transforming Gu were terrifying, this shouldn't be the only defensive measure.

Jiang Shangxian kept paying attention to the movements around her. When she swayed just now, she faintly smelled a fragrance. The fragrance was somewhat familiar, but it was soon covered by a stronger fragrance. There was also a faint smell of burntness in the fragrance, which was extremely overbearing. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she had smelled that smell before.

As the guards skillfully lit up the lamps on the wall, the huge coffin and tree finally appeared in full view of everyone.

"This, this is Huangchangtichou?"

Zhao Shan muttered in disbelief, "That's not right. Why is the Huangchangtichou this color?"

Huangchangtichou is a high-standard burial system in the Han Dynasty, which is mainly divided into four parts: Zigong, Bianfang, Huangchangtichou, and outer coffin.

The coffin is used to bury the body of the tomb owner, and the toilet is the transitional space outside the coffin, which is used for sacrifices, storage of sacrificial clothes or daily necessities used during the lifetime. The outer coffin is a storehouse for burial objects built of fir wood, surrounding the outer coffin.

As for Huangchang Tichou, it should actually be Huangchang and Tichou.

Huangchang is the yellow heart of cypress, and Ticou is the cross section of cypress on each side when viewed from the perspective of Zigong.

As a scholar of Jixian Hall, Zhao Shan was naturally familiar with this burial regulation that was popular during the Zhou and Han dynasties.

But why is the color of this yellow-changed inscription in front of me so weird?

Cui Bianxu also had some understanding of this. Staring at the black object in front of him in surprise, he thought of the empty tomb chamber from before, as if it had been burned by fire. "This thing is not easy to open, so don't worry about it for now."

Cypress wood is very hard, the stacking method is special, and it is filled with white plaster, so it is very difficult for them to open it immediately.

After hearing about the legendary Huangchangtichou, Jiang Shangxian was interested, but he still looked up at the top of his head first - this was definitely a wide space directly carved out of the mountain.

Jiang Shangxian couldn't estimate the height, but it was at least thirty meters. The entire tomb chamber resembled a giant cone with the tip cut off. She couldn't help but marvel at the Xiou people of centuries ago: "Qiqige, your people are really good at digging."

This massive project was completed in just a few years using only about a hundred people.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.

Qiqige also had a hint of doubt on her face, but she didn't know how her ancestors had accomplished this project, so she could only shake her head: "I certainly haven't heard the previous Gu Po talk about any Gu insects that can dig stones."

"It doesn't matter how it was dug; what matters is the tree."

Zhao Shan came over and walked around the tree in surprise. It was so thick and tall that it took two adults to hug it. "This tree doesn't seem to be a tree."

This caught the attention of Jiang Shangxian and Qiqige. The person who had been walking with Jiang Shangxian because he was afraid of being grabbed by Cui Bianxu immediately ran over, retorting: "How could it be? My Xiou tribe has the custom of tree burial. Her tree must be..."

Before she could finish her words, she realized she was wrong.

This certainly doesn't seem like a tree.

No, to be precise, this material doesn't look like wood. Instead, the slightly mottled red and green rust on it looks more like bronze.

Zhao Shan raised an eyebrow, carefully removed the hairpin from his head, and pointed it at a certain part of the tree trunk: "Look, what are the words on it?"