"Put your head, what do you mean...Jiao Jiuye?"

"How is that possible! He is a legendary figure of the Southern School!"

He sighed and said, "Hey, Yunfeng, it's true that he is a legendary figure, but we are not familiar with him. After all, we are in the game and are used by others."

"Now it seems that Mr. Jiao only knows the entrance to the tomb passage, and does not know that Li Xian's jade coffin is hidden under the red coffin. I guess he must have gone down to search carefully during that period, but he couldn't find it."

"Then how should we deal with it now?"

After thinking about his head, he frowned and immediately ordered: "Go and cook two pots of water to make tea. No one will sleep tonight. There is an important job."

"Yunfeng, go to the copy shop now and type out all the inscriptions, photos, inscriptions taken in the tomb on your mobile phone, and don't pull any of them. Since we can't find anyone to help, we will translate them ourselves."

"Come on your own? We don't understand, put our heads on!"

He frowned and said, "I have bought the 1997 version of the Hanxia dictionary to prevent this day. Xixia is complicated and difficult to understand, but it has certain rules to follow. I will teach you how to find the corresponding Chinese characters in the dictionary later."

Xixia translation is a specialized subject in China and is extremely niche. Apart from several universities in the northwest, I believe many students don’t know that there is a fucking Xixia study when applying for the application.

What was the use of young students studying in Xixia at that time? What was the employment benefits after graduating from a few years of study?

My answer is that it is useless at all, and I can't find a job at all for treatment.

I went to three photocopy stores in the county at night, and only one store would copy the photos of my mobile phone directly onto white paper. The store owner was a young man in his early twenties. He looked at the copied white paper and asked in confusion: "Are you writing or painting? You look like a ghost drawing talisman."

I returned to the guesthouse at 10 pm. There were two large tables on it. There were two Hanxia dictionaries on the table. We explained the key points in our heads. We took turns to read them.

If you say it, if you can't pronounce it, you have to remember radicals and numbers. This is not easy to describe.

A Xixia character consists of two or three parts. It counts how many strokes there are, then adds them with a computer, and then flips the corresponding Xixia character in the dictionary in the pattern interval. After finding it, carefully compare the radicals. If it is exactly the same, it is a match. At this time, you only need to look at the Chinese characters marked on the side to understand what the Xixia character is pronounced.

It sounds simple, but when I really do it, I will find it very difficult. My Chinese foundation is not bad and I can count strokes, but Douyazai can't even count strokes. He doesn't even know what to pronounce some Chinese characters. Brother Yu hasn't even studied. As for Xiaoxuan, hehe.

We added up the four of us, flipped through the dictionary for half an hour, and then we found a word!

"Sacrifice".

Sacrifice for sacrifice!

It was late at night, and a room in the guesthouse was brightly lit.

Douyazi looked up sleepily and lay down again.

"Twenty-four strokes, thirty-four strokes. strokes..."

I smoked with my left hand, pressed the calculator with my right hand, flipping through books, reading the calculator. Later, the calculator was out of power, and a row of 0 appeared on the monitor, and the sound continued, which sounded particularly like the sound of knocking on a wooden fish.

With this sound, I couldn't hold on and fell asleep on the table.

"Landits? Layman?"

"Who are you?"

It was dark around me, and a fat old monk in yellow came out of the darkness.

The old monk looked kind and smiled and said, "Don't the layman know me? We have seen him, you dripped blood on my head before."

"You...you are the monk in the tank!"

"Don't be afraid of lay people. The monk's Dharma name is Si Neng, the former national teacher of Xia Kingdom, you and I can meet in my dreams today, all of which are fate."

The old monk sat cross-legged in front of me: "Laby, I said I would like to give you some things, and after hearing this, you all thought it was a dream."

.....

"Yunfeng, Yunfeng, wake up quickly and don't doze off!"

I suddenly woke up, and Brother Yu patted me: "You haven't seen it and your head is still busy? We don't dare to sleep lazy."

"What's wrong? His face looks so ugly."

"Brother Yu! I just dreamed of Monk Sineng!"

"Who is Master Sineng?"

"It's the monk tower we saw in the underground palace! Do you still remember it!"

"No way...really?" Brother Yu's face looked strange.

"Really! I won't lie to you!"

"Then what did he say?"

I scratched my head hard and said something I still remember.

Two days later, the inscriptions and inscriptions of our two inscriptions were translated, which was a little different from what I said, but the gap was not big.

That's the case.

After Li Yuan fled to Kangding with a large number of troops, he deliberately chose to establish the small kingdom of Xiwuer in the deep mountains, because the most powerful cavalry in Mongolia would be blocked by the deep mountains and forests. After settled down here, Li Yuan recaptured the Thorny Tribe in the mountains to strengthen his own strength, and he wanted to restore the country.

But soon, his dream of restoring the country was defeated by reality. He found that the remnants of the defeated soldiers he raised in the mountains could not fight against the Yuan Dynasty at all! The Dangxiang people believed in ghosts and gods, so Li Yuan gradually believed that powerful witchcraft could help him restore his country.

He began to believe in the Climbing God circulated by the Dangxiang tribe and began to hold large-scale sacrifices. The tortoise-carrying stele in the tomb recorded several large-scale sacrifice incidents at that time. Later, for his dream of restoring the country, he even sacrificed with blood and living people!

In the ecstasy forest, the corpse burning platform buried underground!

There are so many armors underground in the river! Swords! Corpse!

None of those people die normally!

I had previously speculated that it was killed by the Mongols, which was wrong! It was wrong! It was ordered by Li Nao to be executed! He may have listened to some witchcraft slander and held a live sacrifice...

This also happened to explain the question that has been bothering me, why those people don’t even have a tombstone! There are almost no decent funeral objects!

Also, the ancient corpse in the tomb, which had only half of his body lying in the coffin, was also sacrificed! Because the prototype of the Climbing God was half of his body, the man was cut off half of his body. The cause of his death should be the objection he had raised at the beginning.

Li Yu was definitely not a normal death. He was eventually killed by opponents! His body was cremated and placed in a real puppet! He was deliberately hidden in the tomb by someone! He was afraid that one day he would be discovered by future generations.

After Li Yu's death, the small kingdom of Western Wuer existed for more than a hundred years. In the middle and late Yuan Dynasty, this small country disappeared. The original group of Dangxiang people stayed in Kangding and gradually assimilated into the Muya people who settled in Asbestos and Ya'an today. To this day, only towering and mysterious artillery towers were left in the mountains.

Don’t think it’s a fantasy. My words are more credible than experts’ words. If anyone has any questions, just go there and investigate it yourself. After researching, you will find that holding the grass is true!

Also, what is the big earring hidden in Li Xian’s true puppet? This problem has troubled me for quite some time until one day, I accidentally saw an ancient portrait of Li Xian on the Internet.

This type of ancient portrait has been found in all dynasties. Some of them were painted at that time, and some were painted by the later dynasties instead of the previous dynasties. This is not important, anyway, it is not painted now.

If you enlarge the portrait, you will look carefully at Li Xian’s face and his eyes. Does it look like the gay we are talking about now?

After looking at the big earrings he wears in the portrait, you will know how weird it is... Normally, a big man is still the king of a country, why should he bring such a thing?
Chapter completed!