The mural is completely natural from top to bottom, with the Kui pattern occupying the right corner.
The colorful giant Kui presents a city-shattering momentum.
The middle scroll is painted with auspicious clouds, and the tail scroll is the familiar picture of a dragon slaying in a sea of sand.
"There seems to be something above, but I can't see clearly."
I raised my arms, almost above my head.
But the wall murals are too huge.
If you want to see the whole picture clearly, you have to climb at least to the position of the Buddha's head.
The fat man said: "We are not engaged in scientific research, so forget it if we can't see clearly.
Let's hurry up and enter the underground palace."
"Don't you think there's something wrong with this temple?"
"Of course something is wrong.
There is not a single antique in such a big place.
Didn't you always say that Zhenku was a heavy industrial city in ancient times?
Why can't I see any prosperity in it?"
"With your money on your head, you can't think of anything else.
Didn't you realize that this mural is not asymmetrical at all?"
Jingjue culture was greatly influenced by China, especially in the architectural arrangements of temples, temples, and halls that have deep meanings.
Above all, it pays special attention to composition and beauty of symmetry.
The mural behind the Buddha is facing diagonally towards the door, which looks awkward no matter how you look at it.
I walked around to the Buddha statue, pointed at the empty wall opposite and explained, "Logically speaking, this area should not be left blank."
"It makes sense."
The fat man walked up to the white wall and wiped it hard without asking anything.
"Old Hu, there is lime powder painted outside.
Someone painted the wall."
"Peel it off."
I suddenly felt a strong curiosity about the covered mural.
Maybe it could explain to us the secrets hidden deep in the dead city.
"It's too difficult."
The fat man raised his hand and gestured, "It's about twenty meters long, how do you peel it?"
"No matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat.
Starting from the bottom, we must clean up the area in front of us first."
We had no tools at hand, so we had to use local materials.
I stomped on the stone bricks under my feet, lifted up the shovel and broke one into pieces.
The two of them each selected sharp and thin pieces and began to clean the plaster-smeared wall.
Because of the passage of time, many places had already dried out and looked like they were about to peel off.
Scraping the walls required a lot of patience.
I was covered in sweat and it took me a long time to clear out only half of the picture.
The murals are bright in color and unrestrained in writing, which are obviously different from the exquisite cliffs discovered in the past.
These murals have not been corroded by lime at all.
Although the whole picture cannot be seen clearly, it can be vaguely seen that the murals describe a scene of worship.
The altar is suspended high in the air, with two rows of golden-robed monks kneeling under it, their heads lowered and eyes closed, all of them with solemn expressions, revealing solemn sadness.
The fat man took a few steps back, put down the bricks and said, "If you go up any further, you can't reach it.
What the hell are they praying for?
They are all crying like their dead father."
"The preaching monk of the Snake Dragon Kingdom," I read a lot of documents in Mr.
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Xue's collection.
The Snake Dragon Kingdom is also called Yucha Shiluo.
Geographically, it is located near today's Pakistan.
Among the many legends of the Snake and Dragon Kingdom, the most famous is the story about the king of Zhenqun slaying snakes.
The father of King Zhenqun died from the fangs of a poisonous snake.
In order to take revenge, he held a nationwide snake festival and vowed to kill all the venomous snakes in Shiluo.
"They came from afar to promote Dharma and chant sutras.
As for what is enshrined on the altar in the painting, it is unknown."
"Tell me, did they kill all the snakes in their country, so that snake-abusing madman, the King of Zhenqun, sent them out to other countries to preach about the dangers of snakes."
The fat man reasoned, "Look, Zhenku , Zhenqun, just one word is missing.
Even a fool can see that there must be a connection between the two."
"Zhenqun and Zhenku are both transliterated words, so they are not accurate.
But the dragon bones discovered by the archaeological team may really be related to the snake problem in Xishiluo.
The giant snakes that appeared around Zhenku are likely to be the invasion brought by the preaching monks.
Varieties.
The desert environment here is surprisingly similar to their hometown.
After species hybridization, ferocious snakes multiplied rapidly, like falling from the sky, bringing devastating disasters to the people of Zhenku in the blink of an eye."
"As expected, General Nakedo is not only a national hero, he should be given an epitaph: Patriotic Fighter."
The fat man tried to jump up, intending to dig off the plaster covering the high parts of the wall.
I was also full of curiosity about the items enshrined on the altar, so I squatted down and patted my shoulder, letting the fat man step on them.
I held his calf and finally stood up.
The fat man held the wall with one hand, raised the bricks with the other, and carefully scraped away the lime layer at the top.
White lime powder kept falling down, so I had to lower my head and couldn't wait to ask him what he had painted on it.
"Hey, that's weird.
This platform is going to reach the sky."
The fat man lowered his head and said to me, "It's still a pillar, it doesn't reach the top."
I put the fat man down and took several steps back before I could see the scraped wall.
I originally thought that there should be objects on the top of the altar, but I didn't expect that what was exposed in the mural was still the straight pillars.
The altar seemed like a boundless golden hoop, rushing all the way to the roof.
I thought about it.
The overall height of the dedication hall is about 20 meters.
No matter how high the altar in the mural is, there should be a limit.
If it doesn't work, you can go through the iron tower at the back, drop to the roof, and directly uncover the lime layer on the top of the wall. .
But right now, I’m not sure how high the altar in the painting is.
The worst-case scenario is that it’s stuck in mid-air.
We don’t have a rope at hand, and it’s impossible to reach the position where we can’t go up or down.
The fat man seemed to have thought about the same problem.
He said that the best way was to scrape the entire wall open and solve the problem once and for all.
"Forget it, archaeological research is not our job.
Lao Chuai is lying down.
Let's go to the underground palace.
It's important to save people."
I didn't want to delay any more, so I picked up Lao Chuai and placed him in the gap behind the giant Buddha.
The fat man looked at Lao Chuai and couldn't help but said to me: "Lao Hu, let me put it bluntly, we don't even know what we are looking for.
Do you really think he can be saved?"
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I was in a daze.
Fatty is like this sometimes.
He either doesn't speak, but when he speaks, he often gets to the point. what are we looking for panacea a black bottle A handful of yellow sand A suicide note written decades ago can really save a life
I wasn't sure about any of this, and I tried desperately to ignore these questions from the moment I set out.
Now Lao Chuai is lying in front of him, looking like a dead person.
Thinking of this, I didn't even have the courage to confirm whether he was still breathing.
A huge feeling of powerlessness surrounded me.
I suddenly felt like I had gone back many years ago, to the Gobi desert, and to the ancient city of Jingjue.
At that time, I was as confident as I am now, but I saw lives being taken away one after another, and no one could save me in the end.
"Old Hu, Old Hu."
My cheek suddenly felt numb and painful, and I shook my head before I reacted.
The fat man slapped me twice in the face, and said with a sad face, "What the hell are you thinking about again?
I don't care."
Ask, are you serious?"
"Is there any water?"
I reached for the kettle and found it was empty.
The fat man lay on Lao Chuai's chest and listened for a while: "It's pounding and hard.
Have you thought about how to enter the underground palace?"
"The entrance is usually in the back hall.
I've seen the Feng Shui here.
Let's go to the back.
The entrance to the underground palace should be under the iron-embedded pagoda.
If I'm right, the layout of the underground palace and the Xian hall are the same, with the iron pagoda between them.
It forms a right-angled mirror for the axis, with one yin and one yang above and below the ground.”
"Then wait no more, let's go and enter the tower."
"I'm also worried about another thing.
Shiry Yang hasn't shown up.
According to her temperament, she should leave some information no matter what."
"How about I go down first and you continue to wait for her outside?"
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