"Tai Ding?" When Yin Xiu repeated these two words, the young man at the other end gently twisted his fingers, and the blood butterfly disappeared into smoke and turned into a pool of blood on his jade-like fingers. The young man's sigh echoed in the dark corridor. On the other side, Yin Xiu, who was in the tomb, repeated the name again and murmured: "Tai Ding, do you know this name?" "Tai Ding?" Ren Qi touched his chin and shook his head. He knew a few people with Ding in their names, but they were all dead. But he has never heard of a person named "Tai". Is this a nickname or a nickname? "So you, the masters of the imperial family, can only read a few hundred family names, the Book of Songs, The Analects of Confucius and so on, and you are considered to be cabinet bachelors." Liu Banxian opened his fan, shook his head and said: "There were very few people named Taiding in history. This is a merchant's mausoleum, a relic of ancient times, so this name can only be associated with one person. But even when I came up with this idea, I couldn't help but doubt that someone between me and Brother Yin must be crazy. " "Who?" Hai Dongqing also became nervous.
"The eldest son of Tang, the king who succeeded Shang Wei, Taiding." Liu Banxian put the fan on his chin and slowly recalled the scrolls he had memorized when he was a child. ""Historical Records of the Yin Dynasty" says: When Tang Dynasty collapsed, the prince Tai Ding died before he was established, so Tai Ding's younger brother Waibing was made emperor Waibing. In layman's terms, Tang, the king of Shang, had three sons, named Taiding, Waibing, and Zhongren. After Tang established Shang, Taiding was supposed to inherit his throne. However, Taiding was short-lived and Tang was not dead yet. Well, he had his hair cut first. Therefore, Taiding's younger brother, Waibing, took over the throne and became the second king of Shang. As for Taiding, some people in history books regard him as a king, while others think that he is just a prince. There are different opinions. Although the year of Taiding's birth and death is unknown, even the 28th king of the Shang Dynasty, Wen Ding, is called Taiding in historical records. But most of the time when people mention this name, they are talking about this prince who died young. rather than someone else. " Everyone was stunned by Liu Banxian's profound knowledge, as if the man in front of them had subverted their knowledge. After all, in their impression, Liu Banxian seemed to be only proficient in the Lower Third Road, and should not be someone who was so familiar with ancient literature and history. After a pause, Liu Banxian said again: "Miss Ma, unlike people who don't know a few of these words, you are so knowledgeable and talented that you must have heard of such a person, right? Is there anything you want to add?" Ma Xiaoyu's face turned red and she clasped her hands together, "Tai Ding, I must have heard of it, but I have nothing to add. Liu Banxian, you have already said it very well." "Hey, I was forced to study by my family when I was a child, so I only read a little bit of this kind of stuff. When I was a teenager, I just read comics and little books, and gave up on other things. I originally thought that these things were the corrupt scholars of today, and the old scholars stopped reading them, but I didn't expect that they would come in handy today, so that my efforts would not be wasted. " Liu Banxian couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, with a complicated expression on his face. He didn't know whether he was nostalgic for the old days or lamenting the passage of time and the many things that had changed. "Now is not the time to dwell on the past." Yin Xiu interrupted his thoughts and said seriously: "The young man in the tomb passage calls himself Taiding." "No way? Are you really alive?" "He's not a zombie?" "Will the prince of Shang appear in a place like this?"
Everyone had different reactions, but what Yin Xiu cared about most was Liu Banxian's question. He asked: "Why are you surprised that the prince of Shang appears in a place like this?" “Because Changbai Mountain was not included in the Nine Provinces at all in the pre-Qin era. Even the farthest north, the so-called Yan, only covers Yujing and its surroundings. The places further north are called Quanrong and Shuofang. The easternmost one is Qi on the coast of Bohai Sea, but this is further away from Changbai Mountain. Today's speculations about Shang are even narrower. It is said that its territory is only in the Central Plains area. Outside the Central Plains, almost all are alien races, barbarians, or simply barren lands. Even though the capital of the Shang Dynasty changed frequently, the body of this first-generation prince should have been buried near Chaoge, not in the distant Changbai Mountains. Therefore, I think that the living dead who claimed to be Taiding, In other words, the boy should be a fake, at most he only has the same name. " "No, the doubt you mentioned further proves his noble status and is strong evidence that he is a Tai Ding." Yin Xiu said firmly. "Why?" Everyone looked at him eagerly. Even Ma Xiaoyu, who had never doubted Yin Xiu's statement, couldn't help but fall into doubts. So much so that she even wondered if Yin Xiu was so frightened when she bumped into the guy in the tomb passage that she had some problems with her thinking. However, Yin Xiu was full of confidence. “My grades in middle school were not very good, but I was able to memorize the general order of dynasties. In my impression, I seem to have seen Shang's territory in books. Indeed, as Liu Banxian said, it was only in the Central Plains area, and at most it expanded westward. As for going north, perhaps because of the cold weather in the north, they didn't go much north and left the temperate zone with rich soil and water. However, the businessman built an altar in Changbai Mountain, a place far away from the territory, and even left such a magnificent mausoleum. Why? It stands to reason that these places are so-called foreign lands, and to them they are so-called ghost places. Huge manpower and material resources have to be expended here. What is the point of building such a place? Now I think the reason for their troublesome efforts has been found. " Ma Xiaoyu reacted and her heart tightened, "You mean, they built such a huge altar and mausoleum here for Tai Ding." "This is the only possibility. Otherwise, even if you want to leave a symbol to make the surrounding tribes, forces and barbarians surrender, most dynasties will just erect a monument and build a Beijing temple, and that's it." Yin Xiu nodded. Liu Banxian suddenly realized it. The fan clicked loudly in his hand, and his imagination was activated in an instant. “Perhaps in the distant ancient times, Shang replaced Xia when it was first established. Tang has conquered the world, and now he is looking up to the horizon farther away, and begins to imagine and paint the picture of the future. He loved his son Tai Ding very much, and had planned to hand over everything in the world to Tai Ding after he ascended to heaven a hundred years later. Unfortunately, Taiding died early and did not wait to inherit the throne. He even died earlier than Tang himself and was ahead of him. This made Tang feel very sad. He summoned the priests and asked what should be done next, so that Taiding could ascend to the immortal world after death. One of the priests, perhaps the most famous among them, was the national advisor of Shang. He took the tortoise shell over the fire and smoked it. Cracks appeared on the tortoise shell with a crisp sound, and then the priests gathered around the piece. Turtle Shell attempts to interpret some omen or revelation given by God from the complex cracks and images. Finally, after a long discussion and meditation, a priest reported to King Tang of Shang that if Taiding was buried in Taibai Mountain, he could ascend to heaven. Maybe Changbai Mountain wasn't called this name at that time, but it didn't matter, anyway, the final location was in Changbai Mountain. The mighty team carried materials, troops and slaves, and spent countless manpower and material resources, and finally arrived at Changbai Mountain. After several years and decades of construction, the preparations were finally made for Taiding's resurrection here. Prepare. From now on, everything is left to time and God.
Everything about Taiding and Shang fell asleep and disappeared in the long river of time, and was gradually forgotten by the world under the gravel of history. " Liu Banxian's voice and description were extremely contagious at this moment. Just listening to it, everyone vaguely felt that a warm and blazing bonfire appeared in front of them. There was the sound of tortoise shells exploding in their ears, and there was a faint burst of white smoke in their noses. Unknowingly, they seemed to have returned to that ancient era, becoming witnesses who stayed away from the incident and watched from a distance. people. "That's a good point, but you are wrong about one thing. It's not decades, but centuries. It took about a hundred years to build this mausoleum and ruins. Although I fell asleep all the time, I slept listening to the noisy voices for a hundred years, and then I fell into complete silence. But I don’t blame you if I’m wrong, because you are not a god, you can only guess. " "Although I am not an immortal, I am called a half-immortal! Why should I be half-immortal!" Liu Banxian turned his head in dissatisfaction, but was stunned on the spot along with the others who had already looked at the source of the sound. The young man described by Yin Xiu was standing in the tomb at some point. Just like Yin Xiu said, she is delicate and handsome, making people look at her and unable to move away. He walked slowly in, running his sharp-knuckled fingers along the wall, as if greeting old friends. However, after scanning the surroundings, he still couldn't help but frown and said, "The barbarians stole all my belongings. Do you know where they took them?" Even though his voice was angry, Taiding's voice was still as sweet and melodious as the arranged bells and drums. Although gentle, Taiding's words carried an unparalleled majesty that made people unable to resist his inquiry. "It should have been moved to Yujing, where the imperial capital of this dynasty is located." Ren Qi replied. "Yujing, is this the Chaoge area?" he asked. "It's about a thousand miles away from Chaoge, a little further north. Further north is the grassland, and to the east is the Bohai Sea." "Is the world so vast today?" Taiding murmured: "In the past, I always thought that further north of Chaoge was a territory where humans did not exist, where evil spirits and various beasts lived, and where miasmas and swamps abounded. Even on the map, those places were blank. Unexpectedly, they now became the capital of a certain kingdom. In that case, Shang no longer exists? " "Yes." Yin Xiu nodded, "That happened more than three thousand years ago. King Wu of Zhou's army entered Chaoge, and the last Shang king burned himself in Chaoge to thank heaven and earth." "I see." There was a touch of melancholy on Taiding's face. "My father and the priests thought that the Chamber of Commerce would last forever, for thousands of generations, because we were ordered by the sky to become merchants by being born as black birds." “Every dynasty thought that it would last for eternity and eternity. As a result, they all turned into the dust of history and became stepping stones for those who came after them. No matter how gorgeous the palace is, no matter how complicated the documents are, they will eventually be reduced to ashes and no one cares about them. "
Yin Xiu seemed to have recovered from the surprise at this time, and became calm and calm as usual. "The same goes for Shang. It was a mysterious and ancient country, but everything has passed. Even the Zhou Dynasty that destroyed it was buried in blazing fire, and there is no trace of it anymore. This is history and time. No dynasty can escape such fate and laws. " "You seem to be trying to persuade me to relax and let go?" Taiding narrowed his eyes slightly. In fact, he was very interested in Yin Xiu from the beginning, even more than Hai Dongqing. "You seem to be a person with stories too? And I always have a vague feeling that your past is more tortuous than mine?" Taiding's words have a meaning. Yin Xiu was not surprised, because a person who has been sleeping here for three thousand years, even if he is asleep, should know most of the secrets in the world. Because the time that those secrets exist is not as long as the time he sleeps. "My stories are nothing to tell. They are just from one place to another. Even if they are a few, there is nothing surprising." Yin Xiu grinned, "You, on the other hand, seem to have a lot of things to come out, and they are very urgent?" "It's actually no big deal." Taiding also had the same smile, but unlike Yin Xiu's ruffianism, his smile looked elegant and noble. Suddenly, he looked at Hai Dongqing, and the light in his eyes changed, "You are finally back." "I'm back?" Hai Dongqing murmured, his mind went blank for a moment and he didn't know how to respond. Indeed, she has felt a familiar feeling since arriving here. Perhaps she had been here in a dream, or in some blank memory. However, no matter how you think about it, this is impossible. After all, this is the underground of Changbai Mountain, a place covered with thick soil and protected by layers of mechanisms. With her ability and knowledge, it is absolutely impossible to reach here. However, when Taiding said this, Hai Dongqing did not doubt for a moment that she had really been here at some point. She was not allowed to think about it, but Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu were already protecting her. The two looked at Taiding warily. "Sure enough, you are the incense of Changbai Mountain." Yin Xiu looked at Hai Dongqing with a calm expression. Hai Dongqing frowned and said, "No one has ever mentioned it to me like this." "That's because those guys are not human beings. They are either monsters, or just like the man in front of me, they are the living dead, or some kind of ghost that exists in the long river of time." (End of Chapter)