Chapter 42 – Soul storehouse-Northern School Tomb

The sacrificial pit was rectangular in shape, and there were some human bones scattered in the pit, just by looking at the surface you could tell that these white bones were heavily calcified, and some of them basically maintained their pre-mortem postures, so it was thought that they hadn’t been disturbed for thousands of years.

Sister Hong sighed as she looked at the white bones in the sacrificial pit. Imagine, two thousand years ago, these were all fresh lives as well.

Generally speaking, it is unlikely that the Shang and Zhou ritual pits would contain burial goods because, after all, they were slaves who were not entitled to them.

But this time it was different, Chen Jiansheng’s eyes were sharp, he found that there was a chicken head pottery pot lying across the pit. The pot was still half buried in the earth.

The pottery is of low value and not worth much, so Hong said let s go, go find a way out, don t linger here.

Chen Jiansheng shook his head and said: ”Don’t get busy first, Chen Logistics you didn’t look closely, did you, take a look at that clay pot again,” he pointed under the pit.

I also watched again, and this time we looked closer.

“What is that, not a chicken head clay pot?” I could vaguely see that there was a clay figurine of a little man on the surface of the clay pot, and only a small part of the clay figurine was exposed on the ground.

“Silly, isn’t it? Haven’t seen it before?” Chen Jiansheng said with a big grin: “Yes, pottery is not valuable, but it also depends on the grade, this grade in the pit is not low, this is a pottery soul warehouse, a first-class cultural relics!”

Soul warehouse is only popular in two dynasties, the Shang and Zhou period and the Eastern Han period, the soul warehouse in the Han Dynasty is placed under the coffin board of the dead, the warehouse is loaded with seeds of grains and cereals, the moral is to let the dead to the bottom, but also to fend for themselves and eat the yang world food. Most of the antique market is seen in this kind, there are some people who do not know how to spend a high price to buy back, every day in their bedrooms to enjoy, this can not be good, unlucky.

The Western Zhou period soul warehouse is not the same, because the age is too long, pottery products are fragile and not well preserved, the Western Zhou soul warehouse is very few, things are rare and expensive, can indeed be sold at a not low price.

I later came into contact with some feng shui masters in Hong Kong who favored the Western Zhou Soul Warehouse, and when they heard that this thing came out of wherever, they would spend a lot of money to acquire it

I’ve heard of it. I heard from hearsay, it is said, with this thing can trap the three souls and seven souls of people who died horizontally, as long as the magic ceremony is done for the first seven days, then the body intact body can return to the soul on the night of the first seven days.

Again, the sacrificial pit is not very high, probably less than two meters from the ground, Chen Jiansheng came to energy, he jumped straight down, said that he would dig out the soul warehouse to see, if it is intact and good, to see if he can find a way to take it away.

I said what time it was, and he wouldn’t listen to me even when I advised him.

This is the nature of grave robbers, thieves do not go empty, see rare things can not walk the road, will do everything possible to find ways to get out, if just go, will feel missed a billion.

In the business of grave robbers, you don’t get away with a banner and 500 bucks in cash.

Chen Jiansheng jumped into the sacrificial pit, he looked at the white bones and said, “Gentlemen, borrow something, don’t blame me, don’t blame me.” After saying that, he lowered his head and touched the buried soul warehouse jar.

“Huh? So heavy?” He lifted it, his expression surprised.

Soul warehouse jars from the Western Zhou period were certainly not filled with grains and cereals, and almost no one knows what was in them.

“Motherfucker, that’s heavy, this isn’t stuffed with gold bricks,” he said with a strained expression as his hands struggled to raise the soul bin.

“Hurry up and pick me up off, I can’t get on.”

I was busy climbing to the edge of the pit, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

The soul bin lid is sealed and looks to be original and has not been opened.

Chen Jiansheng patted the dirt on his knees, “How about it? Want to give the whole open now, this is the original goods, too little, the line of old tricks many people have never seen.”

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Sis skimmed her lips and said, “What high grade stuff can come out of a sacrificial pit, maybe it’s stuffed with human shit from two thousand years ago, all dried into balls and fossilized.”