"You only gave me 2,000 yuan, so I will only throw 2,000 yuan into the river as a sacrifice for you. If something goes wrong when you cross the river, don't blame me."
The old boatman shouted that the other people on the three boats looked like honest people and should all listen to this old man!
When they saw the boss waving, they helped Mason's team and Mr. Fei's team to move all the instruments and equipment onto the boat.
Zhang Fan, Grandpa Jiang Hai and others were riding on a simple-looking fisherman's boat. The boat was small and was originally used to transport goods, but there were too many people on it so everyone had to squeeze together.
However, Zhang Fan and old man Jiang Hai had a seat on the boat, which made Guang Ben and several other islanders who were following behind them pout in dissatisfaction.
The whole family took the money and did the job very efficiently. The three boats sailed downstream along the Jiudao River. As they got closer and closer to the other side, the feeling of coldness penetrated people's hearts more and more.
As the water flow became increasingly turbulent, the scenery on both sides of the crowd turned into steep cliffs.
This broken arm, which was formed purely naturally as if it was cut by a knife or an axe, is in a completely vertical shape, giving off a feeling of a sharp sword pointing straight to the sky. Just seeing such a scene makes people feel inexplicably frightened.
Nangong Manyun came to the side of the boat with a camera in hand, excitedly. She looked at the surrounding scenery, took pictures quickly, and shouted from time to time.
"The scenery here is so beautiful. Look, the cliff and the sun form a vertical angle, as if the sun fell from the cliff. I have to take a picture of it quickly."
Nangong Manyun started shooting skillfully.
However, just as the boat turned, entered a river, and entered a narrow area between two mountains, the faces of the people on the boat changed.
"This? What's going on?!"
Brother Chongzi was startled and jumped up from the boat.
The people around him all changed their expressions, and Mr. Fei took a deep breath.
Nangong Manyun was no longer as jumpy as before and obediently hid back beside Zhang Fan.
Because right between these two narrow mountains, there are two very long cliffs standing vertically.
These two cliffs are densely packed with countless black coffins.
There are an outrageous number of these coffins, stacked one on top of the other. Looking up from the bottom, these coffins seem to have grown naturally on the stone wall. There is no fixed object to be seen, as if they are just hanging in the sky.
"This seems to be the burial method of some ancient kingdoms in the mountains before the Tang Dynasty. It can be traced back to more than a thousand or even two thousand years ago. It is really an amazing miracle."
Mr. Fei stood up and shouted, shaking with excitement.
It’s no wonder that he was so excited. If what he said was true, the history of these coffins could be traced back thousands of years!
So how did people in that era transport such an extremely heavy coffin to such a high cliff?
Moreover, there seemed to be no obvious fixings underneath these coffins, which clearly indicated that they were fixed with the aid of some special technique or in some other way.
This is well worth studying!
After listening to Mr. Fei's explanation, Nangong Manyun breathed a sigh of relief and took out his camera to start taking pictures.
After all, such scenes, even if scary, can prove that our ancestors have visited this place long ago and left behind a cultural imprint unique to that era!
For a public figure who wants to promote classical culture and is keen on protecting intangible cultural heritage, this kind of thing is not to be missed.
Taoist Zi Jin stood beside Zhang Fan, his eyes covered with a layer of golden light. Wherever his gaze swept over, every detail was visible, as if he was looking at the lines in the palm of his hand and taking everything in.
"Master, the bodies in these coffins are not intact. I observed some of the broken coffins and found that the bodies in these coffins were all missing their heads, as if they were all beheaded."
Seeing such a strange sign, old man Jiang Hai, who was sitting opposite Zhang Fan, also showed a look of surprise on his face.
"Are you sure? Could it be that this is not a tomb, but a sacrificial site?"
Hearing what Mr. Jiang Hai said, everyone present was shocked.
Looking around, there are at least thousands or tens of thousands of hanging coffins on these two cliffs. How many people were killed here?
What kind of sacrifice could make the person in power at that time, Li Bozhong, kill so many people for the sacrifice?
Perhaps it was because the crowd's voices were too loud, the honest middle-aged man who was steering the boat immediately turned around and put his hands on his chest and shook them at everyone.
"Everyone, keep your voices down. This is not an ordinary place. The river god our boss talked about really exists. So many people were killed in the past just to sacrifice to that river god. That river god is a deity that even the ancient emperors did not dare to offend. We must not disturb him. If he is targeted, we will definitely die."
The old boatman's face was full of fear. If it weren't for the fact that his children needed to go to school and he didn't need the money, he would never have taken this route even if he was beaten to death.
Because, ever since he was born, he has heard many stories about what happened here passed down from mouth to mouth throughout his life.
Now that he had truly entered the depths of this waterway, he realized that no amount of boasting or telling could possibly convey the eerie and spooky atmosphere of this place.
These tens of thousands of coffins hung on the cliffs on both sides looked like a formation to suppress some evil monster, making people feel uneasy just looking at it.
"Stop yelling, let's just cross the river quickly."
Taoist Zijin frowned and asked, "Boatman, it seems that you know something about this place. Can you tell me who the people who died here are?"
The old boatman thought for a moment and said, "I heard from my grandfather that in ancient times, a great man with double pupils came here. He was about to die, but when he left, he gained a long life. After that, people began to disappear and die."
When Taoist Zi Jin heard the old boatman's narration of ancient stories, his face showed some shock and fear.
"Could this be a deal for immortality?"
When Mr. Jiang Hai heard the word "eternal life", he became excited reflexively.
"Could it be that beyond this Xiantian Canyon, deep in the Wanku Mountain, there really is a secret to immortality?"
The old boatman shook his head and said, "I have lived here for decades, but I have never heard of such a weird place that can make people live forever. On the contrary, if you stay in such a place for a long time, it may shorten your life. In the early years, the older generation would take this path, but as time went by, few people could live to be over 70 years old!"
Listening to Old Chen's narration, everyone's expressions paused. ?
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