Daomu Biji

From the time I heard Menyou Ping's words to the time he disappeared in front of me, it definitely took less than five seconds. Even a mouse couldn't disappear in front of my eyes so quickly in this environment, let alone a person.

I immediately felt something bad, and subconsciously took a step back, wanting to take a closer look. Suddenly, I saw the stuffy oil bottle appearing in front of me again.

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

Monk Zhang Er was confused for a moment and said hesitantly: "No...it's okay."

Menyoupin didn't seem to know that something was wrong with him just now. He paused, greeted us, and began to crawl forward faster.

This phenomenon appeared in an instant. Although I felt it very real, when I saw the scene in front of me, I suddenly lost my confidence. I was very confused. Could it be that the air here caused me to hallucinate?

The situation didn't allow me to think too much. The fat man pulled my feet from behind to urge me. I was wondering and climbed a little further. When I climbed past the section where the stuffy oil bottle disappeared just now, I looked around carefully, but there was nothing there. Any depression or any place that can give me an illusion makes me feel vaguely inappropriate.

After passing this section and advancing for about ten minutes, Mengyou Bottle suddenly relaxed and leaned out. I saw that the front became more spacious, and I knew that the exit had arrived.

At the end of the gap was a large amount of rocks. After climbing out, I used a bottle of stuffy oil to shoot out several fluorescent sticks and threw them around. The warm yellow light illuminated the whole place. I turned around and saw that there should be an entire mountain here. The relatively spacious area in the crack is about the width of four or five Jinbei buns and about one and a half basketball courts long. The bottom is full of large and small gravels. They were all torn apart when this crack formed.

The fat man expanded the aperture of the flashlight, looked around, and said, "It's strange, there are murals here. It seems that we are not the first people to come here."

We walked up and found that there were indeed large colorful murals on the cracked mountain wall. However, the preservation of the murals was very poor and the color was dim. The patterns on them could barely be distinguished as being similar to the scene of a goddess flying into the sky.

The entrance here is blocked by a huge sealing stone, and there are murals inside. What exactly is this place? Once again I wondered.

After walking back and forth, we found several small hot springs among the gravel. They were all shallow, but steaming hot and unspeakably tempting. But there was no trace of other people's activities.

Further inside, the gap gradually closed again until it became a small gap two people wide. Go deep into the rocks,

Hot air blew out from the cracks from time to time. I walked to the side and looked in. It was bottomless and I didn't know where it went.

We exchanged opinions and decided that there was no need to go in again. It was already a good place to escape the snowstorm. We tested the air and found that there was no big problem. We turned on the wind lamp for long-term lighting and used the narrow gap to notify the outside when the stuffy oil bottle crawled back. people.

After a while, Monk Hua and Ye Cheng came in one after another, and Shunzi was also pulled in by Pan Zi. I immediately went to check his condition and found that due to the temperature here, his face had begun to turn rosy, but his hands and feet were still cold. I don’t know if I can survive this.

He led the way up. If he dies, although it won't mean we can't go on, it will still be a lot more difficult. Plus, I like this guy quite a lot. I really don't want him to be so innocent because of us. die.

Monk Hua checked his heartbeat and pulse, then asked me to get out of the way, soaked a towel with hot spring water, put it on a stone to cool down slightly, then wiped Shunzi's body, and only poured blood on him after his whole body was covered with blood. After ordering some hot water, Shunzi began to cough violently and her eyelids twitched.

We breathed a sigh of relief, and Monk Hua said, "Okay, I can't die."

The atmosphere calmed down, and both Fatty and Ye Cheng took out their cigarettes, lit them and started smoking. At this time, Chen Pi's Si also came in with Pan Zi's support.

After this series of events, we were all exhausted and had no energy to speak, so we each found a comfortable place to lie down.

The snow on our bodies melted into water due to the change in temperature, and our clothes and shoes began to become damp. We took off our clothes and placed them on dry stones to steam dry. Ye Cheng took out the compressed can and threw it into the hot spring water to heat it up and gave it to everyone.

While I was eating, I went to look at the murals that had just been discovered with Monk Hua. It was obviously formed naturally and the space was narrow. Why should there be murals painted here? The stuffy oil bottle suddenly disappeared in front of me just now, and the huge sealing stone at the entrance of the cave. , giving me a very unnatural feeling.

People who deal with antiquities are always very interested in things like murals and reliefs that transmit a lot of information. Others saw us looking and gradually came over.

However, there is not much information on the murals. Most of the murals of flying goddesses are on gorgeous palaces or ritual vessels. They only show a beautiful scene of singing and dancing and have no practical significance. Most of the fragments of murals here are like this. They are all people crawling out of ancient tombs. After seeing too many of them, I lost interest at first sight.

I was about to go back and rub my toes. I sweated a lot along the way and my toes were numb and painful from the cold. At this time, the fat man heard a "tsk" sound, stretched out his thumb, and began to peel off the mural with his hands.

I asked him what was going on. Although this thing has no value, it is also a relic of the past, and you can't destroy it.

The fat man said: "What are you talking about? My nails are worthless? I don't peel off ordinary things. Come and see for yourself. This mural has two layers!"

"Two floors?" I said favorably and frowned, thinking, what do you mean?

People gathered around him again and walked over to see what he was talking about. He asked us to look at his fingers and saw that red cinnabar material had been scraped off. Then we looked at the patch of ground in front of him. Sure enough, There is a piece in the corner of the mural that has a composition that is obviously different from the one on the side, and the painting is also different. It's just that this area is very inconspicuous. If it weren't for the fat man's sharp eyes, he would never be able to see it.

This was obviously caused by someone painting a new layer on top of a mural to cover up the original mural.

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

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

I also scraped the mural with my fingers, and found that this surface layer did not seem to have completed all the processes, so Fatty could simply wipe off the color with just a scratch. Otherwise, if the complete steps were followed, the outside of the murals after the Tang Dynasty would appear. A special layer of clear material will be applied. This layer will protect the mural like varnish, making the color less likely to fade and peel off.

Chen Pi Asi frowned tightly. Soon, a large piece of mural as big as a basin was peeled off. Behind the mural, half a carriage painted with colorful paint appeared. The carriage was obviously floating on the clouds. A woman in Mongolian clothing was waiting on either side of the carriage, and the owner of the carriage was a fat man. I had never seen this man's clothing before.

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

Apparently someone painted a narrative mural first, but for some reason, replaced it with another one in a hurry. Moreover, time may have been very tight at the time, so the mural outside was not even completed in the final stages. .

Chen Pi Asi looked at the entire mural, then looked at the surrounding environment, and said to us: "This... has something to do with the Tiangong. Clear the entire wall to see what the mural is about. "

I had long wanted to take action, so together with others, I took out my nails and began to work carefully to peel off the murals on the stone walls.

Large areas of the murals peeled off, and after a while, a colorful and majestic picture gradually unfolded in front of us.