Chapter 23: Waste
After a week, Zhang Guozhong did not slow down, looking at the Ma Zhenren lived in the house that pile of broken furnishings, there is always a kind of unspeakable guilt in the heart.
However, guilt to guilt, Zhao Le that incandescent bureau or to dig out to eliminate future problems. After discussing with Captain Li, the two brought more than thirty strong laborers to the cemetery.
Zhang Guozhong first, the surrounding villagers are initially a little weak, but looked at Zhang Guozhong dug half a day nothing, also began to move.
This tomb seems to be an ordinary grave, but digging to one foot below, the soil has turned red, it seems to be mixed with "red nitrate" soil, it seems that this Zhu Di on this Zhao Le can be really enough down to the cost, according to the "Maoshan magic Zhi" records, red nitrate is a fairly expensive material, one or two red nitrate in the Ming Dynasty price of about one hundred and twenty grain silver, according to the specifications of this tomb, no matter what, it's a good thing to have the red nitrate. According to the specification of this tomb, no matter what, no matter what, there is not a million taels of silver to get rid of.
This tomb and the previous clear water bureau and black cloud bureau and very different, largely in accordance with the specifications of the first-class officials of the Ming dynasty repair, digging to half, captain Li even smacked people enough, and sent his son back to the village to find twenty mouths, half of the village's labor force dug for a whole day, only to count on the main chamber dug open, enough to be a thirty square meters square of the pit, but the ear room and the supporting room is small and pathetic, at best, even if it is the furnishings. The main chamber was a large pit of 30 square meters.
As expected, there is a sitting coffin next to the main coffin, but there is a big crack on the sitting coffin, like a new crack, it looks like it was left by Ma Zhenren when he broke the Three Deadly Circumstances.
A few villagers dragged out the main coffin from the tomb, and ordinary coffins are nothing special, but the front of the coffin is set with a slate, the slate is a pattern of dragon and tiger, the dragon wrapped around the tiger, and eventually the tiger was crushed underneath. From the content of the slate pattern, this Zhao Le seems to really have a rebellion attempt, and the final result can be imagined, this dragon presses the tiger pattern, it should be the performance of Zhu Di ultimately seek psychological pleasure, in the last moment of Zhao Le was killed, but also did not forget to remind him: the tiger is never able to fight the dragon ......
Four villagers a person a corner, a more force, creak a coffin lid should be opened, the coffin placed a well-preserved dry corpse.
This dry body, and the traditional sense of the dry body is not quite the same, in the thirteen mausoleum scenic area, once exhibited natural air-dried dry body, the body was yellowish-brown, and this dry body of the whole body was black and gray, looks like it is not due to geological reasons for the formation of, but as if it was burned, although the four walls of the coffin of red nitrate also has the function of the desiccant, but by no means possible to make a corpse into this color.
Inside the coffin, there is no burial goods, the dry body neck without any marks, there is no sign of injury on the body, it seems to be given poisoned wine or white silk and died, the corpse is not wearing clothes, but the head with an official hat, which also seems to be Zhu Di for seeking psychological pleasure deliberately arranged,.
After taking a closer look, a light-colored bump on the abdomen of the dry corpse attracted Zhang Guozhong's attention. The abdomen should not be a place with bones, what was this? Using the Dragon Scale Dagger to carefully cut open the abdomen of the dry corpse, Zhang Guozhong found a small porcelain vase, about as thick as an index finger and about the length of a matchbox, probably swallowed by Zhao Le before his death, and had already fused with the flesh and skin of the abdomen.
Holding the small porcelain vase, Zhang Guozhong scrutinized it for half a day, "Could it be that Zhu Di killed Zhao Le just for this?" Zhang Guozhong muttered to himself...
"Guo-Zhong, have you found anything valuable?" Li Fugui shouted at the top of his voice.
"Nothing..." Zhang Guozhong sneaked the vase into his pocket and continued to observe the corpse. The surrounding villagers were busy collecting firewood, no one paid attention to what Zhang Guozhong was doing.
After a fire, the dry body was torched. At night, Zhang Guozhong cut off the wax seal at home and opened the small porcelain bottle.
"Boy..." a map was presented to Zhang Guozhong. The silk used to make the maps was as thin as the glutinous rice paper used to wrap milk candies in modern times, almost transparent but with full toughness, and it was wrapped into a roll and stuffed into the vase. Using the contemporary top technology to produce a fake weight of 55 grams, always worse than the original goods a cut. Legend has it that a piece weighing only 20 grams was unearthed during the excavation, which was definitely a rare treasure, but it was stolen, and later the thief was brought to justice, and his mother, fearing that the object would become evidence of her child's crime, burned the rare national treasure in a fire. Later the stealer was sentenced to death, his mother for harboring the crime was also sentenced, but in any case, this rare treasure is not likely to reappear in the world. (This matter is only a legend), but the material used to draw this map alone seems to indicate that this silk weaving technique, which far exceeds the highest modern textile level, was not lost until the Ming Dynasty.
This map is about 80 centimeters square, the pattern on it is painted with a kind of black dye that is definitely not ink, a light layer, the front and back of the map do not affect each other, the front of the map is a piece of rolling mountain ranges as well as a few forks in the road, at the end of a fork in the road painted a seated Buddha, on the back of the map is a twisting and winding passages, in the passage on both sides of the a lot of ten forks, under the following inscription with some strange characters written in a long two large paragraphs that looked like seal engravings, but they were not recognizable at all.
"What the hell kind of characters are these..." Zhang Guozhong more or less had some research on calligraphy, and the most difficult ancient Chinese characters to recognize were the oracle bone script and ancient seal script, but the characters on this map were not related to either, nor did they look like any foreign nationalities or foreign scripts, or accurately speaking, they didn't look like scripts at all.
"Could it be a cipher?" Zhang Guozhong muttered to himself, according to reason, at that time, only North Korea, Mongolia, Tibet, Xinjiang and the Great Ming Dynasty have affiliation, but these messy symbols are by no means the characters of these countries or nationalities, "Could it be some Western or African characters...?" Zhang Guozhong was always puzzled.
At this moment, the first person he thought of was Old Liu Tou, this indisputable senior brother is a member of the Calligraphy Association, and also specializes in Maoshan arts, and is said to be able to speak a foreign language, so why not ask him? ...
According to the graphics, traced down the symbols on the map, Zhang Guozhong and let his brother brought to find the old Liu head.
At this time the old Liu head in prison than the last time the scenery more, frankly speaking, even if it does not compete, the old Liu head is after all, under the hands of Ma Zhenren practiced for 10 years, not the average person can be messed with, at first there are a few gangsters who want to find the old Liu head trouble, but a few times to let the old Liu head pressed down, Zhang Guo-Zhong before they last time, the old Liu head of the biggest rivalry is the prison guards, every now and then proposed to go to get a meal, this is not the old bones can stand. This is not something that his old bones can stand. But since the last time, Zhang Guoyi directly and the warden greetings, and even not two days later sent people to the warden's uncle once served as a Kuomintang Quartermaster's old file also sent over, for this city's famous Red Guard leader, the warden can only nod his head and waist, since then, the old Liu head to live a comfortable day, naturally, also to Zhang Guozhong this senior brother to respond to any request.
After learning the news that the master has been feathered, this old Liu head unexpectedly unexpectedly red eyes, he cried, Zhang Guozhong can not hold up, "Senior brother, the master of the Maoshan and the whole real palmist have been passed on to me, or, you as a ...?" Zhang Guozhong said while wiping his nose and tears...
"Forget it, I'm still in charge of this age ah,... I'm not on fire with that thing, you hurry up and let our brothers think of ways to get me out of the real thing..." after a set of proximity, Lao Liu Tou finally began to get to the point...
20 years of imprisonment, is it possible to get out just by saying get out? Zhang Guozhong didn't pay any attention to Old Liu Tou's outrageous request, but handed Old Liu Tou the paper he had traced down from the map.
"Senior brother ah, do you recognize this? Which country's character?"
"Guozhong ah, this thing, where did you get it?" This old Liu Tou is also considered a person who has seen the world, but he didn't expect that after taking the note, his eyes broke out in a cold sweat, and the expression on his face was distorted.
"I...I topped it off from a stone tablet..." to this senior brother who was not a know-it-all, Zhang Guozhong did not tell the truth.
"This is a waste text... "Old Liu Tou stared dead at the note and took a drag on his cigarette, "Regardless of where you tore it down from, the place where this was carved should never be visited again... "Old Liu Tou gulped a mouthful of Old Liu Tou swallowed a mouthful of spittle, "But any place with a wasting inscription is not a good place! Master is no longer alive, it's better for us to do more than less!"
At this time, Zhang Guozhong learned from Old Liu Tou that the Waste Script is a script for the dead. It is rumored to have been created by Pei Zuwang, the ancestor of the Zongge Cult. According to Maoshan arts, evil spirits cannot communicate with the living with words, and evil spirits can only speak to the living with the help of their bodies by attaching to the human body, which is the previously mentioned bumping into the guest, however, not every spirit has the ability to haunt the "bumping into the guest" in the body of the living, so Pei Zuwang invented this kind of sparing text, which is specifically used to communicate with the dead, and legend has it that it can even communicate with the cultivators. Therefore, Pei Zuwang invented this kind of sparse text, which is specially used to communicate with the dead, and legend has it that it can even communicate with the animals that cultivate immortality. Initially, the sparse text only has pronunciation but no text, and in the later times, some capable people even invented the text for this kind of sparse text (that is, the text on the map in the porcelain vase in the abdomen of Zhao Le). Because this kind of sparse language is really difficult to learn, so no matter which dynasty, the people who can master this kind of language for ghosts to listen to always remain in the single digit, to the modern era, this kind of sparse language whether there are still people who can read and write, is also unknown, but according to the analysis of the situation, at least to the Ming Dynasty, there are still people who master this kind of reading and writing method, it is very likely that this Zhao Le is one of them.
