Chapter 16 Suicide

After two days of running around, we finally arrived at the glacier valley of Xiaosheng Snow Mountain. Everyone was covered in snow and exhausted. However, it was setting sun and looking at the high place, the surrounding scenery made us intoxicated.

However, at this time, Mon Oil Bottle's actions surprised us. For some reason, he knelt down to the snow-capped mountains and gave a very respectful gift, as if he had some special feelings for this mountain.

After bowing, he regained the expression of not caring about everything and sleeping with me. He climbed up the naked rock on one side and closed his eyes to rest. I couldn't help but become curious again. I really couldn't see through what was hidden in his dark eyes?

Everyone knew his character along the way, especially the few of us, so no one asked him what was going on. I expected that he would not answer, but judging from the eyes of Chen Pia and the other four, he was obviously very puzzled. Only Shunzi didn't care, probably because he thought that Mon Oil Bottle was also a Korean.

Everyone had their own thoughts, and they were resting while watching the scenery. After a while, our physical strength was restored. The fat man lit the smokeless stove, and we surrounded him to make tea to keep warm. At the same time, Shunzi also started to do his homework. After drinking a few sips of hot wine, he recovered. He pointed to the surrounding snow-capped mountains and explained to us their origins.

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

He said that in the legend of Changbai Mountain, the Xiaosheng Xue Peak, the Great Sheng Xue Peak and the mysterious Three Sacred Mountains here were a snow mountain in the prehistoric era. When Dayu was controlling the flood, he passed by here and slashed it with a magic blade twice, which turned a mountain into three.

Originally, it was not open before liberation. He heard from his grandfather that after these three snows, the scenery around him was completely different. For example, on the Xiaosheng Snow Peak, you can see the Three Saints and the Great Saint Peak, but on the Dasheng Peak, you can only see the Three Saints Peak, but you can only see the Three Saints Peak, but you can not see the Small Saints Peak. It is very strange. The most strange thing is on the Sansheng Mountain. In addition to seeing the two large and large holy peaks on both sides, you can also see behind the Sansheng Mountain. It is a snow mountain more majestic than the Sansheng Mountain, called Tiandi Peak. That mountain is covered by clouds and mist all year round. It is said that there is a ladder on the mountain that can directly reach the Heavenly Palace, which is a passage between the human world and the fairyland. If the sky is high and cool, you can see the rainbow-like rays between the Tiandi Peak and the large and large holy mountains, just like a fairy brush, which is beautiful and strange.

The fat man heard this and said to us: "This legend must be wrong. The Heavenly Palace is obviously on the Three Saints Mountain, so why did it run to Tiandi Peak? The person who passed this legend must have a problem with his eyes."

Monk Hua thought about it and shook his head, explaining: "No, I have studied this legend before. I guess this may be a mirage formed by refraction when the Yunding Heavenly Palace was built. Because there is fog all year round, the fog becomes a reflection curtain, and the image of Yunding Heavenly Palace printed is hidden in the fog, as if the Heavenly Palace is really in the sky."

Most of the phenomenon of mirages occur in desert lakes, and it is very rare to occur in snow-capped mountains. It is probably not accidental. It may be because this is related to the source of the dragon vein. This phenomenon is called "Shadow Palace" in Feng Shui. I have only seen it once in an ancient book. I don't know what the specific details are. It's inside the treasure cave. It's full of visions, so it's not surprising that anything happens.

We talked in dialect. I used Hangzhou dialect and monk Hua and others used Changsha dialect. Shunzi couldn't understand the meaning and didn't pay attention to it. After talking about the scenery, he stood up and said to us: "Boss, you guys, you should take a break first, eat something, and then do whatever you want, but you have to hurry up. It's almost dark, and there's no way to get a tent here. It's dark and it's hard to walk on the road. We have to find a relatively flat place overnight. It may even wind blow at night." As he said that, he poured tea and distributed it to us. He stood there in a distance and rested very consciously.

I looked at my watch and found that there was more than an hour before the sun set. The time was not long or short, and I had enough rest. It seemed that it was time to do the job.

However, there is a covered area of ​​white snow, without any special traces. If there is a burial tomb here, it must be buried in the snow. The entrance should be in the snow layer under our feet. The environment of the snow mountain is too different from the ground. We have no experience and don’t know how to start.

We all stood up and surrounded Chenpi Asi, wanting to discuss what to do next.

After such an intense journey, Chen Pi A Si still did not recover. Lang Feng handed him the wine gourd and asked him to take a sip. Monk Hua rubbed his back to promote his blood flow, and his face gradually calmed down, but his whole body looked very depressed. When he heard us ask him, he just looked at the surrounding mountains and said to us: "The direction of the treasure acupoint is at our feet, and I have no good idea. I first put a few shovels to see what is under the snow before making plans."

Everyone nodded. Actually, I knew there was no better way. Fighting back and forth, and it would be the same as the sect. After searching for dragons and pointing acupoints, it would be the location of the acupoints. The different things in the past dynasties were just the tools used to explore the acupoints, and the process was almost the same. So if there was no excitement at the moment of opening the coffin, robbing the tomb was actually a boring job.

The snow was much softer than mud, and the shovel was very smooth. Monk Hua and his team were very fast, and soon there were more than a dozen more holes in the snow. However, almost all the shovels were knocked into the snow slope about five or six meters, but they couldn't knock them any longer. The fat man thought Ye Cheng was as weak as the monkey, so he went to help. After using brute force, he still only hit a little in. Every time he pulled it out, he took nothing to bring the shovel.

Monk Hua looked at the head of the shovel and found a little bit of ice crystals stuck to the tip of the shovel. He knew what was going on. Below is the glacier surface formed by frozen soil and ice. It is as hard as concrete. The shovel cannot penetrate through, so naturally it cannot bring anything.

"It has been snowing here for thousands of years. If the snow is accumulated too much, it will turn into ice. Do you think you will be frozen in the ice below with Zangling?" asked the fat man.

We all nodded, there was a possibility, but the Luoyang shovel could not be knocked into the ice, and even if we knew that the thing was below, we could not find it.

Pan Zi said to us: "The main reason is that these snows are too hindering. Do we have explosives? When I was in the army, I heard from a few brothers. When they were in the Daxinganling Mountains, the production brigade there regularly went up to the snow-capped mountains and snow slopes to clear the snow. With just one gun hole, it can blow up all the snow, which is very worry-free. If the snow blows up, the situation will be clear at a glance. It will be much more convenient for us to find it. It will also save you from digging holes."

I know what he said. Every time the snow layer formed by snow falls, there is a gap in the middle. As long as there is a small explosion, the entire mountain will shake, and the entire snow layer will slide down, forming a chain reaction, and the last layer will collapse one by one.

There are several small snow mountains in the Daxinganling Forest Area. In order to avoid excessive snow accumulation and avalanches that harm the forest area, the local engineers often had to manually clear the snow after heavy snow. At that time, the conditions were simple, people went up to set fire holes on their own, which was a certain danger. Now they were bombarded directly with mortars.

Monk Hua pinched the snow. "I have explosives, but look at our heads, will it be suicide to set off firecrackers here?"

We looked up and saw a towering snow cliff above. It stretched forward and backward, connecting the entire Hengshan Mountain Range like a snow dragon. Below us, like a few ants, was too small. As long as a little snow was sprinkled on it, we would sleep here forever.

Pan Zi was also a little dizzy when he looked at it, but he insisted: "Changbai Mountain is a tourist attraction. It will also be cleared here every year. I don't feel that the problem is not big. If you don't clear the snow, then let's go back early. If you want to dig things hidden in the snow in the snowy mountains, it's the same as finding a needle in a haystack? I tell you that the mountaineering team in Tibet is doing the same. There is no other good way. When the old man wakes up, even if he sets the hole. You still have to use explosives, otherwise the hole will never be able to be hit. You will still be able to release this shot."

I thought it was inappropriate and disagreed: "The risk is too great. I would rather take some time to use a shovel to shovel."

Pan Zi said: "Mr. I'm not going to use explosives because we have no time. If we have time, we will wait until summer. We have to try it anyway. Master. I'm still waiting for us to go."

Monk Hua waved his hand and asked us to stop, and pointed at Lang Feng: "You don't have to argue, we don't count what we say, listen to the opinions of professionals."

I was stunned for a moment, and all the way over, I didn't know what role Lang Feng played among them. I was a little surprised when Monk Hua said this. Is he an expert in this field? Several people looked at Lang Feng to see how he reacted.

Lang Feng looked at us and felt a little uncomfortable, and said to us: "I think Lao Pan's statement should be feasible. In fact, I had expected this situation before coming. I was prepared. Moreover, I am professional. I can control the power of explosives and the sound will not be too loud. In fact, as long as there is a small vibration under the snow, the goal can be achieved. Sometimes I just need a firecracker."

"Are you sure?" asked the fat man: "This is not a tomb blowing. We are now equivalent to setting off firecrackers in tofu, so that you can't blow a hole in tofu, but it's not obvious on the surface. This is a fine job."

Lang Feng nodded: "When I was working in a mine site, I had no less than 10,000 fire holes, which is not difficult."

Monk Hua looked at us and pointed at Lang Feng: "Don't think he doesn't speak normally. This guy is an old miner for twenty years. He started to set fire holes at the age of fourteen. He exploded no less than twenty mountaintops. He only took a year to enter the industry. He has been called the God of Cannons. When it comes to explosives, no one is more expert than him."

"Are you the cannon god?" Pan Zi on the side shook his eyes, obviously he had heard of this name.

Lang Feng was a little embarrassed to scratch his head, changing his coldness a few days ago: "It was all praised by his colleagues, just a nickname."
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