Daomu Biji

After two days of running around, we finally came to the glacier valley of Xiaosheng Snow Mountain. Everyone was covered with snow and tired, but it was just as the sun set and looked up, but the surrounding scenery made us greatly The land was intoxicated.

However, at this time, the behavior of the dull oil bottle surprised us. I don't know why he knelt down on the snow mountain and performed a very respectful gift. It seems that he has special feelings for this mountain.

After worshipping, he regained the expression that he didn't care about everything, only sleep in my sleep, climbed up on the bare rock on one side, closed his eyes and rested his mind. I couldn't help but wonder again, it was really impossible to see through, what was hiding in his dark eyes?

Everyone has known him as a person all along the way, especially a few of us, so no one asked him what was going on, and he would n’t expect to answer it, but from the eyes of Chen Pi’a and others, he clearly felt that Very puzzled. Only Shunzi didn't care, and probably thought that the oil bottle was also Korean.

Everyone had their own thoughts and rested while watching the scenery. After a while, our physical strength was restored. The fat man lit a smoke-free stove, and we went around to burn tea to warm up. After slowing down, he pointed to the surrounding snow mountains and explained their origin.

This is his duty as a tour guide, this kid is very dedicated.

He said that in the legend of Changbai Mountain, the small holy snow peak, the big holy snow peak and the mysterious three holy mountains were a snow mountain in the flood era. When Yu Yu harnessed the water, he passed by here and split it twice with a **** blade, Only one mountain became three.

Before the liberation, it was not open here. He heard from his grandfather that after the three snow mountains went up, the surrounding scenery he saw was very different. For example, above the Xiaosheng Xuefeng, you can see the Sansheng and Dasheng. The peak, and on the Dasheng Peak, you can only see the Sansheng Peak, but you ca n’t see the Xiaosheng Peak, which is very strange.

And the most peculiar is still on the Three Sacred Mountains. In addition to the two large and small sacred peaks on both sides, you can also see a snow mountain that is more towering than the three sacred mountains behind the three sacred mountains, called Tiantifeng. The mountain is shrouded in clouds and fog all year round. It is said that there is a ladder on the mountain that can go directly to the heavenly palace. It is a passage between the world and the fairyland. If the sky is refreshing, you can see the peak between the peak of Tianti and the Holy Mountain. The glow of the rainbow is like a fairy pen, beautiful and beautiful.

The fat man listened and said to us: "This legend must have been wrong. The Tiangong is clearly on the Sansheng Mountain. Why did it go to the Tianti Peak? The person who passed this legend must have eyesight."

The monk Hua thought and shook his head, explaining: "No, I studied this legend before I came. I guess this might be the mirage formed by the refraction of the white snow of the Tianti Peak and the surrounding snow mountains when the Yunding Tiangong was built. When there is fog, the thick fog becomes the reflecting curtain, and the printed image of the Yunding Tiangong is hidden in the fog, as if the Tiangong is really in the sky. "

This phenomenon of mirages mostly occurs in desert lakes and in snowy mountains. I am afraid it is not accidental. It may be related to the origin of the dragon veins. This phenomenon is called "Shadow Palace" on Feng Shui. I have seen it once in this ancient book, and I do n’t know what it is about. In the treasure cave, there are many visions, and it ’s not surprising that anything happens.

We talked in dialects. I used Hangzhou dialect. The Chinese monks used Changsha dialect. Shunzi didn't understand the meaning and didn't pay attention. After speaking the scenery, he stood up and said to us: "Several bosses, You guys take a break, eat something, and then do whatever you want, but you have to hurry up and it ’s getting dark. There is no way to set up a tent here. It ’s not easy to go when the sky is dark. We have to find a flat night. The place may be windy at night. "He said, he poured tea and gave it to us, and he stood far away from him in a familiar way.

I looked at my watch. It was more than an hour before the sun went down. The time was not long, the short was not short, and the rest was enough. It seemed that it was time to do the right thing.

But it was covered with white snow, without any special traces. If there is a funerary tomb here, it must have been buried in the snow. The entrance should be in the snow layer under our feet. The snow mountain environment is too different from the ground. We have no experience and do not know how to start.

We all stood up, surrounded by Chen Pi's side, and wanted to discuss what to do next.

After such a high-intensity trek, Chen Pi Asi still did not slow down. Lang Feng handed him the wine gourd and let him sip it. The Chinese monk rubbed his back and promoted the flow of his blood. It gradually eased, but the whole person seemed to be very depressed. When we asked him, we just looked at the surrounding mountains and said to us: "The position of the treasure cave is at our feet. I have no good way. A few shovel to see what is under the snow and make plans. "

Everyone nodded. In fact, I also know that there is no better way. Fight back and forth, and never change its ancestors. After finding the dragon, it is the positioning of the caving. The different tools in the past are just the tools used for caving. The process is almost the same. So if there is no excitement at the moment of opening the coffin, tomb robbing is actually a boring job.

The snow is much softer than mud, and the shovel hits smoothly. The monk Hua and his hands and feet are extremely fast. Soon there are more than a dozen burrows in the snow, but almost all the shovel knocked into the snow **** for five or six meters. It can't be knocked around. The fat man thought that Ye Cheng was as weak as a thin monkey. He ran to help, and used brute force, but still only hit a little. Every time he pulled it out, he didn't bring anything with it.

The monk Hua looked at the shovel head and found that there was a little ice crystals adhering to the tip of the shovel, and he knew what was going on. Below is the glacier surface formed by frozen soil and ice, which is as hard as concrete, and the shovel cannot be worn through, and naturally cannot be brought. What's going on.

"It has been snowing for thousands of years, and if the snow accumulates, it will become ice. Do you say that you will accompany the funeral tomb frozen in the ice below?" The fat man asked.

We all nodded, it is very possible, but Luoyang can't shovel into the ice, even if we know that the thing is below, we can't find it.

Pan Zi said to us: "These main snows are too obstructive, and we have no explosives. When I was in the army, I heard a few brothers say that when they were in the Greater Xing'an Mountains, the production brigade there regularly raised snow on the snowy mountains and slopes. With a blasthole, you can blow up all the snow, and you are very relieved. If you blow up the snow, the situation under the snow will be clear at a glance. It will be more convenient for us to find it again, and we will save digging burrows. "

I know what he said. Every time the snow layer formed by snow has a gap in the middle, as long as a small explosion, the whole mountain shock, the whole layer of snow will slide down, forming a chain reaction, the last layer with a layer The ground collapsed.

There are several small snow mountains in the Daxinganling forest area. In order to prevent the snow from being too thick, the local engineering team often has to manually clear the snow after the snow. At that time, the conditions were poor, and the personnel went up to shoot the blasthole on their own. There is a certain degree of danger. , Now they are directly bombarded with mortars.

The Chinese monk squeezed the snow, "I have explosives, but look at our heads, would it be suicide to fire a gun here?"

We looked up and saw the towering snow cliffs that stretched back and forth and connected with the entire Hengshan Mountains like snow dragons. Underneath, we were like a few ants. It was too small. Just spread a little bit on it. Point Xueer, we are going to sleep here for a long time.

Pan Zi looked a little dizzy, but still insisted: "Changbai Mountain is a tourist attraction, and snow will be cleared here every year. I don't think there is a problem. If you don't clear the snow, then let's go back as soon as possible. Is it not the same thing to dig in the snow mountain as it is in a needle in a haystack? I tell you, the Tibetan mountain snow mountain finds a difficult mountaineering team to do the same thing. There is no other good way. When the old man wakes up, even if the hole is accurate, You still have to use explosives, or you wo n’t be able to rob the hole. You can still set this gun. "

I thought about it incorrectly and disagreed: "This risk is too high. I would rather spend some time shoveling with a shovel."

Pan Zi said: "Little Third Lord, we only use explosives because we have no time. We will have to wait until the summer when we have time. Anyway, we have to give it a try. Third Lord is still waiting for us to go."

The Chinese monk waved his hand to stop us, and pointed to Lang Feng: "You don't need to quarrel, we don't say much, listen to the opinions of professionals."

I was taken aback for a while, and I did n’t know what role Lang Feng played among the few of them. I was a little strange to hear the Chinese monk say, is he an expert in this field?

Several people looked at Lang Feng to see how he reacted.

Lang Feng looked at us and looked at him, a little uncomfortable, and said to us: "I think Lao Pan's argument should be feasible. In fact, before I came, I had expected such a situation. I have some preparations, and this is my professional, I can control the power of explosives, and the sound is not too loud. In fact, as long as there is a small vibration under the snow, I can achieve my goal. Sometimes I just need a firecracker. "

"Are you sure?" The fat man asked, "This is not a fried tomb. We are now equivalent to putting firecrackers in tofu and letting you blow a hole in tofu, but it cannot be seen on the surface. This is a delicate job."

Langfeng nodded: "When I was a miner, I couldn't put tens of thousands of holes in the gun. This is not difficult."

The Chinese monk looked at us and pointed to Lang Feng: "Do n’t watch him do n’t talk normally. This guy is a 20-year-old miner. At the age of 14, he started shooting holes. There were no more than 20 flat hills to show to the old man. It has only been a year since I entered the profession, and it has been called the gun god. No one is better than him when it comes to explosives. "

"You are the gun god?" Pan Zi opened his eyes wide and apparently heard of this name.

Lang Feng was a little embarrassed and scratched his head. He changed the coldness of the previous days: "It was all praised by my colleagues, just a nickname."

Monk Hua said to him: "You don't have to be humble, you have to show your expertise on this occasion." Then turned to us and said: "Lang Feng hasn't lost his hand yet. It ’s just a few films. I absolutely believe in him. Since he said so, I think I can try it. Do you have any comments? "

The fat man looked at me. He has experience in snow exploration. He has heard a lot about avalanches, and obviously feels a little mysterious, but he is on my side. He thinks I want to express my opinion.

I thought about it for a while, Chen Pi Asi, they are real group professional tomb robbers. Unlike Sanshu who is still more traditional and likes to use old methods to enter ancient tombs, these people depend on explosives beyond our imagination. And the Chinese monk said so, it should be quite capable of Lang Feng.

So my heart crossed, and I nodded to the fat man, fight it. At this time, there is actually no way out. I ca n’t say it ’s forbidden to blow up. Can they really listen to me?

After we agreed, Lang Feng and Ye Cheng took out a special Luoyang shovel, began to screw on a special shovel head, and drilled several burrows in the snow.

Then Lang Feng made a kind of explosive with several powders, and buried a few low-power detonators deeply in it. I know that this explosive was originally specially prepared. The power is only about ten artillery battles. It is used for drilling. After Kong Feng destroyed the seal stone of the ancient tomb, after re-adjusting the formula for Lang Feng, the power is definitely smaller.

Most modern grave robbers have considerable engineering knowledge. As long as a few small detonators can blow a hole that can be passed by anyone, I have known this for a long time, but I saw it with my own eyes. For the first time.

Shunzi was drinking tea on the side, and he was crazy when he saw this scene. He had seen pilgrims inserting national flags, poachers had sneaked out at night, and had also seen smuggling across the border. It must be the first time that a detonator came to blow up a mountain. He ran over to stop the Chinese monk and yelled, "What are you doing? Boss, are you crazy?"

Not finished yet, Lang Feng knocked him out with a pickaxe behind him, fell straight in the snow, and dragged him aside.

I looked at the back of my head and felt that my tour guide was also miserable. I did n’t talk much about the road, but I still had to suffer from it. But I could n’t think of it anymore. Straight can tolerate everything and will never tolerate it. We blow up the mountains. After all, he still has to mix up here, and he cannot continue his work without knocking him out.

The fat man asked Monk Hua: "What shall we do with this kid?"

The Chinese monk said: "Regardless of him first, we still have to rely on him to go back and take him to the underground palace, just toss it aside. When that happens, I will put more money on him. What else can he do?"

Lang Feng ’s performance was extremely professional, and he almost did not let us intervene. He worked alone. The detonators were arranged according to a model of a force structure. He waved and let everyone climb up to the bare rock, just in case the chain reaction will wait. Let's wrap it together.

I thought the sound of the detonator exploding would be very loud, at least I had to flip a snow wave. I didn't expect Lang Feng to press the detonator, I didn't hear any sound at all, and I saw the flat snow surface suddenly cracked, and then Large blocks of snow began to pour down the **** like a waterfall, and the **** suddenly became steeper, and our feet were empty.

However, this dip did not last long. The snow flakes stopped, and a large layer of turbid, uneven white ice and snow was exposed under the snow slope. This is the surface of the fourth century ancient glaciers mentioned in the textbook.

The fat man closed his eyes on the side, still thinking that there was no blast, I shook him, he opened his eyes and looked surprised, said: "Yoha, there is really no sound, God." Then he looked at it immediately, anxiously. Overhead.

I do n’t know if it ’s lucky or Lang Feng ’s technical skill, except that a little bit of snow above us slides down due to the loss of support below, there seems to be no problem. After a while, there was no major loosening, and we gradually relaxed.

I raised my thumb towards Lang Feng, and Pan Zi also patted him, and made a strong gesture of you.

Lang Feng laughed embarrassedly, but before the corner of his mouth cracked enough, suddenly a piece of snow hit his head.

Several people's faces changed, and the fat man waved to us in a hurry, whispering: "Hush!"

We subconsciously calmed down, and a few people looked up again. I saw a height of more than one hundred meters above our heads. On the snow slope, an unremarkable, but chilling black crack appeared gradually, slowly The ground burst, and countless small cracks spread across the snow. As the cracks spread, tiny snow pieces rolled down and hit us all around.

I was suddenly cold and I knew what had happened.

It seems that the name of Lang Feng "Cannon God" is coming to an end today.