Ranguang Treasure Mirror

Upon hearing this, Professor Wang ignored his golden bumps and walked over in a hurry.

Where they are now is the front, the front hall, the back, and the apse.

On the stone walls of the apse, there are many pictures and words.

The text on the gold relief in front is very similar to oracle bone inscriptions, but the text on the back is not oracle bone inscriptions at first glance. Zhou Xiru glanced at it, dazzled.

"Is it text?" Zhou Xiru asked in a low voice.

Professor Wang nodded, held up a flashlight to shine on it, and said, "Ah Ru, can you tell the story?"

"Eastern Zhou Dynasty." Zhou Xiru said, "It should be regarded as the Spring and Autumn Period."

"Are you sure?" Professor Wang asked.

"Old man Wang, can we have a good chat?" Zhou Xiru clenched his fists and said, "Why don't you come?"

"I see it too..." Professor Wang smiled and said, "This kind of writing should be the writing of a small country in the Spring and Autumn Period. At that time, there were too many vassal states, and each of them derived their own writing and culture. .”

"Professor, can you translate?" Seng He said.

Professor Wang shook his head and said, "I can't translate, so I took a picture and brought it back to Lu Han to show. In fact, Chinese characters are all derived from pictographs. As long as you find the context, there are still traces to follow."

Sinan was already taking pictures with his camera.

Professor Wang held a flashlight and looked at the murals painted on the wall.

"Professor, it seems to be a record of a travelogue?" Zhou Xiru said, "Look—"

"This is the lake water. This person is taking a bath. There are many people waiting on it."

As she spoke, she pointed to the picture and said, "This is the central idea of ​​the mural. All the people around are waiting for this person to bathe and change clothes?"

As she spoke, she turned around and walked aside, and said, "Looking from this side——"

"This person is traveling in a car, and there are many people around him waiting for him."

"When we got to the lake, everyone waited for us to take off our clothes..."

While talking, Zhou Xiru reached out to touch the line of the man's face on the wall.

"Ah Ru!" Xu Zhijie took her hand and said, "He's not good-looking."

Next to him, He Seng laughed out loud and said, "Mr. Xu, are you jealous?"

Zhou Xiru heard this and said with a smile: "Xu Zhixuan, if the painter of this mural is a sketcher, then this person is very good-looking, and the facial lines of the mural can be seen."

As she spoke, she continued to reach out and touch the mural.

"The third painting is the one in the middle. He takes a bath in the lake."

While talking, Zhou Xiru reached out to touch the painting. The mural only showed her the upper body of her back.

"Miss Ah Ru, could it be the big lake outside?" Si Nan asked.

Next to him, Professor Wang nodded and said, "It's possible."

"In the last painting, he got up from the water, tidied his clothes, and left in a car." Zhou Xiru's eyes were on the last painting, which was a car frame suspended in mid-air, with cloud pattern decoration under the car frame.

All the previous paintings are very realistic, but the last one is such a fictitious creation, which is really confusing.

Professor Wang asked, "Ah Ru, what do the cloud patterns mean? He flew up into the sky?"

Zhou Xiru shook his head and said, "I don't know. These four sets of patterns form a painting. The first three sets of pictures are all realistic, but the last part is different."

Professor Wang frowned slightly and said, "Ah Ru, is there such a possibility?"

"What?" Zhou Xiru asked.

"This person is dead!" Professor Wang said, "The folk saying about death is ascension to heaven, and now there is another word called——Jiting the crane back to the west!"

Zhou Xiru frowned slightly, then walked to the group of images just now, stretched out his hand, traced along the lines of his face, and said, "Professor, he is very young, judging from the lines of his face, he is about 20 years old."

"Maybe it was a sudden death?" He Seng said, "The ancient medicine is not developed enough, so it's not impossible."

"Besides, in this painting, it is recorded that he played again, and it didn't say that he took a bath in the water and died immediately?" Seng He said.

Zhou Xiru nodded, and said with a smile: "Old monk, what you said is reasonable, I'm on the edge of a dead end."

For some reason, He Seng felt that Zhou Xiru's smile seemed uglier than crying. Even, she was smiling now, but that smile was squeezed out... and squeezed very hard.

Zhou Xiru's fingers landed on the young man's face all the time, outlining it stroke by stroke.

If he were Xu Zhipeng, he might be jealous too.

Sure enough, Xu Zhiyu who was next to him took Zhou Xiru's hand, wiped her lightly, and said, "Ah Ru, leave him alone, let's take a picture and get someone to translate it when we go back and try?"

Zhou Xiru nodded.

Si Nan and Qiu Fei Cheng took the camera to shoot.

On the other wall of the apse, there should have been murals, but they have collapsed, and the remaining part has been severely eroded by wind and cannot be recognized.

Coming out of the apse, Professor Wang couldn't forget that piece of gold, but he couldn't take it away.

He proposed to camp in the deserted temple, but Zhou Xiru objected.

In desperation, a group of people left the deserted temple, followed the original road back to the place where the boa constrictor was haunted, and followed the road trampled by wild elephants, rushing all night.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, they spotted the elephant herd again.

"With them around, there won't be too much danger." He Seng smiled, "Let's stay away from them, don't disturb the wild elephants, and camp to rest."

Si Nan and the others quickly set up the simple tent. Zhou Xiru sat on the ground, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and stared into the distance in a daze.

"Ah Ru?" Xu Zhijie said, "What's wrong with you?"

He had known her for so long, and it was the first time he had seen her so lost in spirit.

"I don't know." Zhou Xiru whispered, "Xu Zhige, do you know?"

"Know what?" Xu Zhijie asked.

"Those who were able to paint this kind of murals in ancient times were all outstanding contemporary calligraphers and painters." Zhou Xiru said, "I have touched that face..."

"Ah Ru, if you touch it several times, I will be jealous." Xu Zhijie smiled wryly, "Am I not good-looking?"

"No, what I mean is—that face, a real human face, I touched it." Zhou Xiru said in a low voice.

"In other words, the people on the mural are our acquaintances."

Beside him, monk He's voice came, saying, "Bodhisattva girl, can't you?"

"Old monk, you know him too!" Zhou Xiru said, "I have painted his portrait, and I have touched his face just to be sure."

Xu Zhijie was jealous, so sour that he could kill the whole family of wild elephants who camped next to him.

"Ah Ru, what do you mean?" Xu Zhixuan stood up and said, "This time when I go back, I will challenge him one-on-one. What do you always think about him? I admit that he is good-looking, but he He's getting old, and besides, he's still a scumbag..."

"With such rough lines on the mural, can you tell that the person is him?"

"Why do I feel in a trance that it looks like I drew a person?"

Xu Zhixuan was really angry. Zhou Xiru was devastated after seeing the mural, which caused him to worry in various ways.

As a result, the facial lines of the man on the mural look a bit like a ranger?

"Ah Ru, people... don't they all look like that?" Xu Zhige said angrily, "I tell you, I'm angry, and I'll kill him when I get home."

Professor Wang gave him a thumbs up and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu, you now look like a domineering president."