Daomu Biji

From when I heard the dull oil bottle talking, until I found him disappearing in front of me, absolutely no more than five seconds, even if it was a mouse, it could not disappear so quickly in front of my eyes in this environment, let alone a person. .

I suddenly felt bad, and took a step back subconsciously, wanting to look carefully, and suddenly, I saw that the oily bottle appeared in front of me again.

The fat man was behind me, gave me a step back, startled, and asked, "What's going on?"

For a while, the second monk was puzzled and said to me: "No ... nothing."

The sullen oil bottle didn't seem to know that he was out of shape just now, he paused, greeted us, and started to speed up and climb forward.

This hidden moment came out in an instant. Although I felt very real, but when I saw the scene in front of me, I suddenly didn't have a full grasp. I was very puzzled. Is it the air that made me hallucinate?

The situation didn't allow me to think about it. The fat man pulled my feet behind to urge me. I was crawling for a while while wondering. When I climbed the period when the oil bottle disappeared, I paid special attention to look around. Any depressions and places that can give me an illusion are unclear in my heart.

Through this passage, I moved on for another ten minutes or so. The oily bottle suddenly became loose, and the whole person protruded out. I saw that the front became wider and I knew that the exit had arrived.

At the end of the gap is a lot of rock. After climbing out, the oil bottle hit a few glow sticks and threw it around. The yellow warm light illuminated the whole place. I turned my head to look and found that it should be the whole mountain. The relatively spacious part of the crack is about four or five gold cups small bread, about one and a half basketball courts long, and all the gravel underneath is torn to address activities when this crack is formed. of.

The fat man expanded the aperture of the flashlight, looked around, and said, "Strange, there are even frescoes here. It seems that we are not the first people to come here ..."

We walked up and found that the cracked mountain wall really had large-scale color murals, but the preservation of the murals was very poor, the color was dim, and the patterns on it barely distinguished the situation similar to the sky flying girl.

The entrance to this place suppressed a huge seal stone, and there was a mural in it. Where is this place?I was puzzled again.

Walking back and forth, between the gravel, we found several small hot spring eyes, all very shallow, but steaming, unspeakable temptation.But no traces of other people's activities were found.

Going inside, the gap gradually closed again, and it became a small gap of two people wide. Going deep into the mountain rock, blowing hot air from the gap from time to time, I walked to the side to take photos, and the bottom was not deep. , Do not know where to go.

We exchanged opinions and thought that there was no need to go in again. This is already a good place to avoid snowstorms. The fat man tested the air without too much problems. He lit up the wind lamps for long-term lighting. people.

After a while, Chinese monk and Ye Cheng came in one after another, and Shunzi also pulled in Pan Zi. I immediately checked his condition and found that because of the temperature here, his face had started to turn red, but his hands and feet were still cold.I don't know if I can survive it.

The way up is taken by him. If he dies, although he will not say no, he will always have a lot more difficulties. In addition, I like this person very much. I really do n’t want him to be so innocent because of us. Die.

Monk Hua checked his heartbeat and pulse, then let me let go, dipped the towel in the hot spring water, put it on the stone to cool down a little, rubbed his straight body, and waited until the whole body was red with blood before pouring it on him. Click on the hot water, Shunzi began to cough violently, his eyelids beating.

We breathed a sigh of relief, and the monk Hua said: "Yes, I can't die."

The atmosphere calmed down, and the fat man and Ye Chengcheng took out their cigarettes and lighted up.At this time, Chen Pi Asi also helped Pan Zi in.

After this continuous change, we were all exhausted and unable to speak, and each found a comfortable place to lean back.

The snow on the body melted into water because of the temperature change, and the clothes and shoes began to become wet. We took off our clothes and dried them on dry stones.Ye Cheng took out the compressed can and threw it into the hot spring water to overheat it to everyone.

While eating, I went to see the mural I just discovered with the Chinese monk. It is obviously formed naturally here, and the space is narrow. Why should I paint a mural here? The smoldering oil bottle suddenly disappeared in front of me just now, and the huge seal stone in the hole , Gives me a very unnatural feeling.

Those who deal with antiquities are always very interested in things such as murals and reliefs that carry a lot of information. Others see us watching and gradually come over.

However, there is not much information on the murals. The murals of the flying girl are mostly above the gorgeous palace or ceremonial vessels, just to show a beautiful scene of singing and dancing, which has no practical significance.Most of the fragments of murals here are such things. Here are the people who crawled out of the ancient tomb. After seeing more, they lost interest at a glance.

I was thinking about going back and rubbing my toes. I sweated a lot along the way, and my toes were numb with freezing. At this time, I heard a fat man twitch, stretch out his thumb, and began to use his fingers Peel off the mural.

I asked him what happened. Although this thing is of little value, it is also a relic of a predecessor, and you cannot destroy it.

The fat man said: "What are you talking about, my nails are worthless? I don't even peel off the normal things. Come and see for yourself, this mural has two layers!"

"Two floors?" I thanked and frowned, what did my heart mean?

The crowd gathered around again and walked over to see what he was talking about. He showed us his fingers and saw that the red cinnabar was scraped off. Then he looked at the place in front of him. Sure enough, There is a composition in the corner of the mural that is obviously different from the side, and the painting is also different, but this place is extremely inconspicuous, and if it is not the sharp eyes of the fat man, it can never be seen.

This was obviously caused by someone repainting a layer on a mural to cover up the original mural.

The upper layer gradually fell off due to exposure to the air, exposing the mural behind, which is a common thing in oil paintings.

The fat man continued to scratch with his fingers, and where he scraped off, some bright colors began to appear.

I also scratched the mural with my finger, and found that the surface layer did not seem to complete all the steps, so the fat man can simply paint off the color as soon as he scrapes, otherwise if you follow the complete steps, outside the mural after Tang There will be a special layer of clear material, which will protect the mural like varnish, making the color less faded and peeled off.

Chen Pi Asi's brows were very tight. Soon, a large mural with a large washbasin was peeled off. After this mural, a half carriage with multicolored paint appeared. The carriage was obviously floating on the cloud. A woman in Mongolian costume served around the carriage, and the owner of the carriage was a fat man. I have never seen this man's costume.

This is a narrative mural, and I suddenly get nervous.

Obviously someone first drew a narrative mural, but for some reason, there was a rush to replace it with another one, and the time may be very tight at that time, so the outside mural did not even have the final process carry out.

Chen Pi'a looked at the whole mural and then the surrounding environment, and said to us: "This ... is related to the Tiangong, clear the entire wall, and see what the mural says."

I wanted to do it for a long time, and now with other people, I sacrificed my nails and started fine work to peel off the mural on the stone wall.

The flakes of large murals flake off, and in a while, a colorful and magnificent picture scroll gradually unfolds in front of us......

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