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About fifteen minutes later, the old man returned, having put away the Dragon Locating Rod. At that moment, someone eagerly asked, "Old Wang, did you find it?"
Old Wang shook his head. "The location is not good. If we act carelessly, we might end up digging a dead hole. Just look at the orientation of this entire mountain range."
In the night, the Lin Mang Mountain Range appeared to be in a deep slumber.
As he spoke, someone turned their gaze toward the mountains.
Old Ghost explained to us, "This mountain range runs in a Northwest Direction, sloping from high to low, and its geology consists of soil layers unique to Tibet. If you dig down into this type of soil, it will collapse along with your excavation. Moreover, the orientation of the dragon's head is completely opposite to that of the mountain range. This means that its dragon head is lying down, which is somewhat contrary to common sense."
After finishing his explanation, Old Ghost fell silent.
"So you're saying that digging a Burrow on this mountain is quite difficult?"
Old Ghost nodded.
The others continued to watch the mountain range intently.
After a while, Old Wang spoke up. His words were similar to what Old Ghost had said, but he added one key point regarding the placement of the dragon's head on this mountain. "This is a custom; dragons are indeed objects of faith for our Chinese Nation. However, this wasn't always the case. In the past, some ethnic groups regarded dragons as evil beings. This placement might have been intended to suppress this Dragon Vein deliberately, used to stabilize spiritual energy and protect feng shui."
I found some merit in what Old Wang said. However, that wasn't the main focus right now; what mattered was how to find an entrance to dig down.
Fat Ma had a good understanding of Old Ghost. Although they hadn't grown up in the same household, they had been friends for decades.
“Old Ghost, where do you think is suitable?”
“From the shaded side of the mountain, of course we should start from a place where we can strike water.”
Old Ghost's cryptic remark left Fat Ma confused. It didn’t matter; not understanding it was part of the challenge.
“Old Ghost, do you have any ideas?”
Old Ghost shook his head. “These old men are at a loss; how could I possibly have a solution?”
Then all they could do was wait.
At that moment, they had spread out a map. The beam of a flashlight illuminated it.
“Hey, Fatty and that little Comrade, come over and take a look.”
Upon hearing the call, Fatty sprang up like a blooming lotus flower, waddling over eagerly. “Fish Head Elder, I’m coming!”
I waved to Old Ghost and the clay figure, not wasting any time as I hurried over.
A map of the mountains lay before them, with scattered markings indicating various locations. At that moment, only Old Wang and Chen Yutou were gathered around the map, along with Professor Sun and the five of us.
The rest seemed uninterested in the map.
I stared at the map for a moment before losing interest; I was naturally bad with maps.
Old Ghost, however, was thoroughly engrossed, while Fat Ma was just trying to keep up, and the expression in the clay figurine's eyes was vague and elusive.
"Fish Head Elder, what’s that move of yours, Disturbing the Plates?" Fat Ma interjected.
Well, that's a long story. Once this mission is complete, I'll explain it to you in detail and teach you a few tricks.
Fat Ma was thrilled to hear Fish Head Elder say that!
Old Wang was scribbling on the map, pointing out various hypotheses.
In the end, Old Ghost offered a timely suggestion. After looking it over, Old Wang's eyes lit up as he carefully pondered that point, quickly bursting into laughter. "That's right, it's this place."
Hunting Burrows is truly a technical job; those who haven't worked in this field might not understand. Although I'm not particularly skilled at it, I've at least grasped some basics. To hunt Burrows effectively, one must consider many factors: the geology and the location of the Tomb.
That's why some experts can pinpoint locations close to Tombs—they think things through thoroughly.
Once the location was confirmed, we quickly got to work. Calling out to Luoyang Shovel, we arrived at the designated spot where everyone gathered around. First, we adjusted Luoyang Shovel to an approximate length.
With one shove into the ground, we unearthed some soil.
Chen Yutou stepped forward, picked up a clump of dirt, and sniffed it. "Bronze scent... no doubt about it; this should be clay from the Shang Dynasty." With that, Chen Yutou broke into a smile.
Fat Ma imitated the others, picking up a piece of mud and sniffing it, but it had no scent at all. This was the skill; even a simple mud figure could do that.
Chen Yutou's words stirred up a wave of excitement, and smiles appeared on everyone's faces, including several previously stoic figures who now turned their attention this way.
However, the good mood was short-lived. After a moment, the Luoyang Shovel emitted a vibrating sound, and when it was pulled out, a section broke off.
The people gathered around were stunned.
What the hell is going on? This was the collective thought at that moment.
Something felt off, very off.
I crouched down to examine the pit dug by the Luoyang Shovel, trying to dig in with my hands, but I couldn't reach anything.
I brought the Shovel over and tapped it against the bottom; surprisingly, it produced a metallic clanging sound.
"Is there metal?"
This statement had an even more shocking effect than before. Everyone froze in disbelief. Metal? Could the entire Tomb be constructed of metal?
It was truly astonishing! A metal-structured Tomb—setting aside its grandeur, the construction alone would undoubtedly be a monumental engineering feat of the century.
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