Main Text 1104. Tomb of Tusi King (52)

That stele was not an ancient stele. The surface was severely corroded by salt, and the characters that could still be read were crooked. It looked like a stele carved by an amateur, using Chinese characters. Because the corrosion is too serious, the age cannot be seen, but they are all contemporary simplified characters, so they cannot be too far away from the present.

"It's probably the monument carved by Li Jun."

An Xuefeng analyzed: "Generally speaking, he is the only one in Zimata Village who has come into contact with the statue of the Salt God over the years. Moreover, in this closed village, Li Jun has been exposed to the outside world, has read books, and understands simplified Chinese characters."

There are still many illiterate people in remote mountain villages. Although Zhimata Village is located in Zhangjiajie National Forest Park, it stands to reason that there will be many tourists on weekdays. This is also an ethnic village that can become rich through tourism. From Tujia Amei It can be seen from the B&B that Zimata Village has this development direction, but superstition and pollution shrouded the village decades ago, allowing it to still maintain its original appearance after so many years.

"And I am more inclined to believe that the place where the Salt God statue first appeared was not in the tree hole. The statue and these funerary objects were all picked up by Li Jun."

He must know where the statue of the Salt God first appeared, so he was able to record that 'it fell outside.' As for other information recorded on the stone tablet, because he did not know the specific time when the 'earthquake' occurred, An Xuefeng had two kind of speculation.

First, the earthquake occurred after Li Jun was born. He may have picked up the statue of the Salt God during the earthquake and enshrined it. But this doesn’t explain how Li Jun knew that the Salt God was ‘disliked’ by the Wuluo Mountain God? Could it be that the chieftain king was entrusting a dream? But even if they were told in a dream, they should be asked to throw the statue of the Salt God further away. After all, this is also within the jurisdiction of the Wuluo Mountain God.

So An Xuefeng is more inclined to the first guess.

"Zero Guidance, you said that gods are formed by human cognition and thoughts."

An Xuefeng looked at Yi Ling and asked solemnly: "Will the 'god' who already has his own mind ask his believers to record their origins and life?"

Just like missionary work, faith spreads more and more widely, and stories are passed down from generation to generation with inscriptions and records.

Li Jun obviously couldn't write a history book for the Salt God, but it was still within his ability to carve a stone tablet.

An Xuefeng suspected that Li Jun had been deeply contaminated after coming into contact with the Salt God's statue, and learned about the Salt God's will to "carve monuments for Him to spread history, etc." and also learned the reason why the Salt God's statue appeared here. .

Therefore, Li Jun, who carved a monument to 'record' the deeds of the Salt God statue, became the so-called Salt God believer.

"It's definitely possible."

Yi Ling was holding a small bowl and still picking out the crispy chili peppers to eat. Her lips were bright red, and she occasionally breathed in softly like a cat when the spicy food was so spicy. She did not acknowledge it outright, and her answers were a bit ambiguous. But An Xuefeng had his own judgment. He continued: "And I think Li Jun was only communicating with the 'Salt God' statue and did not 'dialogue' with the Salt God himself."

Otherwise, what is recorded on the stone tablet should be the story of the Salt God, not 'the statue of the Salt God was thrown out by the mountain god because of the displeasure'. This is no different from being kicked out by the mountain god! An Xuefeng therefore further speculated that this statue probably did not have much self-awareness and was not smart. After all, myths spread the power and mystery of gods and they were unfathomable. There was no record of such stupid things.

"If the statue of the Salt God comes from the tomb of the Tusi King, then there may be more than one of it."

Yu Hehui analyzed that most of the murals in the tombs of princes and princes were related to their deeds during their lifetimes, and those with a long bloodline would more or less record the great deeds of their first ancestors. The original Linjun killed the Salt God, broke through the obstacles and led his people to find a place to survive. "Killing the Salt God" is definitely worthy of being on the mural, and it is normal for the statue of the loser to be buried as a burial object.

Judging from the size described by An Xuefeng and the others and the analysis of the 'mind' of the Salt God statue, Yu Hehui believes that if the Salt God statue is really the carrier of the Salt God's will in the past, as a 'defeated', it should be divided It was divided into several pieces and placed in different directions of the tomb.

“The phenomenon of ‘dismemberment’ is very common in ancient myths and legends around the world.”

Yu Hehui explained that it is written in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Great Wilderness Western Classic": "There are ten gods, named Nuwa's intestines, who turned into gods and lived in the wilderness of Liguang." The head of the 'original man' in the Indian creation myth changed For Brahman, the shoulders became Kshatriyas, the legs became Vaishyas, and the feet became Sudras. In Babylonian mythology, Marduk divided the body of Tiamat, the mother of dragons, to create heaven and earth.

Most of the myths and creations are based on the 'dismemberment' of the original gods. Dismemberment is to disperse the divine power of the gods. The victor's "dismemberment" of the defeated is more likely to suppress and exploit the enemy.

After the Salt God really 'existed' and was killed by the first generation Lin Jun, it was normal for him to be dismembered. Yu Hehui even further suggested: "That may not be the statue of the Salt God, but a part of the Salt God's body."

If the body of the Salt God was like a salt stone, it would have been passed down for so many years, and it would be normal for the chieftain king to be considered a statue. Human cognition will affect the state of the 'god'. Its self-understanding is obviously not very clear. It still thinks that it is a statue, and it is normal for Li Jun to carve the story.

"After eating, you can confirm its true form by peeling off the salt layer around it."

An Xuefeng said.

"But if it is really part of the Salt God's body, it would be too dangerous."

Wang Yushu was a little worried.

"No problem. Have you forgotten? The salt god on the stone tablet is 'disliked' by the mountain god."

Mao Xiaole smiled and took out a bag of spicy dried tofu and handed it to Director Ling and said, "Team An, what we felt in the afternoon was the gaze of the mountain god... right?"

Apparently, Wang Yushu also told Mao Xiaole what happened to them in the afternoon. As Mao Xiaole said this, he looked at An Xuefeng, and suddenly found that Captain An also glanced at him at the same time. The look inexplicably made Mao Xiaole's back shiver. He immediately reacted subconsciously, and took back the hand that was handing the dried beans and put it on his knees.

Yi Ling:?

Yi Ling, who was about to pick up the dried beans, raised his eyebrows and stared at An Xuefeng with a half-smile.

"Well, that is the gaze of the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain."

An Xuefeng was very calm and took the dried tofu in Mao Xiaole's hand: "You still remember, the statue of the Salt God was not so 'peaceful' at first."

"Yeah, it's really evil."

Thinking of the scene at that time, Mao Xiaole was still frightened. After they got into the tree hole, they saw the so-called Salt God statue enshrined on the green brick for the first time. The next second it disappeared and merged into the ubiquitous salt brine. The salt brine suddenly crystallized and exploded, and the salt flowers firmly blocked the entrance of the hole. The sharp salt layer grew rapidly from both sides to the middle, like a closed guillotine trying to cut them off.

But An Xuefeng had long expected that the white tiger might irritate the 'Salt God', so he and Mao Xiaole were fully prepared. They really planned to challenge the Salt God to see the difference in strength. If things didn't work out, there were also corn shoots that wanted to eat the salt-baked pollution. , already lurking in the ground drooling early.

Everything was ready, An Xuefeng's body transformed into a tiger, and Mao Xiaole was about to take action with the Thunder Knife Jue. However, at that moment, a chill ran across their backs, as if they were being 'watched' by some twisted and terrifying invisible thing. But they were not affected too much. The Salt God present shared most of the firepower. After the chill passed, the entire tree hole had returned to what it looked like when they first came in, and all the proliferating salt layers had disappeared. , the statue of the Salt God also appeared on the blue brick altar again. The salt layer was obviously much thinner, and the blue water on it disappeared, leaving only bare salt grains.

When An Xuefeng held it in his hand, it did not release any pollution. It was just like a real salt block, and it was very quiet even after being swallowed by corn shoots.

"Hey, no wonder! The mountain god of Wuluo Mountain doesn't like the Salt God for unknown reasons. Now that the Salt God's statue has been noticed by him, he can't please him."

Wang Pengpai gloated, and then couldn't help but muttered: "As expected of the God of Salt, he can resist it better than the old rice dumpling."

Lao Linjun cracked open under the gaze, but the Salt God statue was still almost intact. Captain An is now a white tiger, destined to be hostile to the Salt God. Wang Pengpai likes to nip enemies like this in the bud. He will feel uncomfortable if the enemy is not completely finished. When he thought that even the gaze of the Wuluo Mountain God had not killed the Salt God, Wang Pengpai felt pricked in his heart and couldn't help but ask Director Ling: "Director, you said... cough, cough!"

It was so fatal that Wang Pengpai almost choked himself. Why is Ling Dao eating spicy dried tofu? He remembered that the dried tofu was still in Captain An's hand just now. When did he give him the guidance? This, this, especially after finding An Xuefeng picking up the Lingdao lunch box naturally and serving him a bowl of porridge, Wang Pengpai felt something was wrong.

But he didn't dare to gossip about Captain An and Director Ling. He choked and pretended that he didn't see them. He continued stubbornly: "Director Ling, tell me, will we encounter the Salt God statue on the road tomorrow?"

"Normally, if you are carrying a part of the Salt God, it will definitely find it."

The dried tofu was not very appetizing. It was not spicy enough and too bland. Yi Ling ate a little and put it aside. He drank some porridge and said casually: "But you all have the mark of the mountain god on your body, so don't worry."

The Mountain God has just watched him, and the Salt God will not seek death again in a short period of time.

However, his words made everyone feel even more uncertain. After eating, several people packed up the boiled water, roasted potatoes and boiled eggs, and prepared luggage and water for tomorrow's departure. Several people went to the patio to study the funerary objects, the statue of the Salt God and the Stone tablet. The outermost salt shell of this salt god's statue was licked off by corn shoots, revealing its true appearance. It is still oval-shaped, with circles of circles in the middle. Yu Hehui judged based on experience that this was probably an 'eye'.

It's just that the circular lines are blurry, as if they have been roughly distorted by some force. Even if they come into close contact, there is no feeling of pollution. If this was really one of the eyes of the Salt God, and it looked into the eyes of the Mountain God, the damage would have been particularly serious. There is no need to worry about the Eye of the Salt God for the time being, but the Mark of the Mountain God didn't have a solution until bedtime.

Wang Pengpai lay in bed at night and was still worried. He had exercised too much today and was under a lot of mental stress. He lay down and fell asleep. He had a nightmare all night. He dreamed that his skin was peeling off like an onion, and even the fat was gone. Unable to save it, all that was left was the bones.

When the wake-up bell rang, Wang Pengpai opened his eyes tremblingly. He was still immersed in nightmares and his heartbeat was beating fast. When he saw An Xuefeng on the other bed under the dim light, he had already sat up. Wang Pengpai groaned feebly: "An Team, Lao Wang, I’m so hopeless that I had a nightmare all night.”

He raised his hand to cover his face, but he always felt like something was hanging on his hand, which annoyed Wang Pengpai. He grabbed the thing and pulled it while saying: "I dreamed that my skin was peeling off. It was peeling off - Huh? What's this?"

Wang Pengpai looked at the thing pulled from his hand in confusion. It was a flesh-colored leather 'glove' that fit perfectly on his hand - no, no, this is not a glove!

"Team Security! Team Security--!"

Wang Pengpai screamed and jumped up from the bed, with a bunch of skin falling off. He gasped in fear and screamed while hugging his skin: "I'm peeling! Fuck, I'm really peeling!!"

"Yeah."

An Xuefeng on the other side had a cold look and put down his phone. He woke up earlier than Wang Pengpai and felt something was wrong as soon as he opened his eyes. There was a complete white tiger skin next to him, which was the skin he shed.

An Xuefeng immediately examined his body, but found that apart from the tiger skin he shed, there were no more scars on his body, and his flesh and blood were not exposed. It was just like normal. His physical condition seemed to be better, but there was something wrong, which he couldn't tell.

When An Xuefeng used his mobile phone to observe his face, he finally found the problem.

He became younger, and the face in the mirror of the mobile phone was more than ten years old.