When Professor Wang heard this, he didn't care about his golden lumps and hurriedly walked over.

Their current location is in front, the front hall, the back hall.

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

The words on the gold relief in front look very similar to oracle bone inscriptions, and the words on the back look no more oracle bone inscriptions. Zhou Xiru glanced over at first glance and was dazzled.

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

Professor Wang nodded, held up the flashlight and said, "Aru, can we break the generations?"

"Eastern Zhou." Zhou Xiru said, "It should be considered the Spring and Autumn Period."

"Confirm?" Professor Wang asked.

"Old man Wang, can you still have a good chat?" Zhou Xiru said with a fist, "Why don't you come?"

"I look like that..." 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 they all derived their own writing and culture."

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

Professor Wang shook his head and said, "I can't translate it. I'll take it down and take it back for Lu Han to see it. In fact, Chinese characters are derived from hieroglyphs. As long as the context is found, there are still traces to follow."

Si Nan was already taking a photo with the camera.

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

"Professor, it seems that he has recorded a travel record?" Zhou Xiru said, "Look--"

"This is the lake water. This person is taking a bath, and there are many people serving him."

She said as she pointed to the picture and said, "This is the central idea of ​​the mural. Everyone around is serving this person to take a shower and change clothes?"

As she said that, she turned around and walked aside and said, "Look from here-"

"This person drove out and there were many people waiting around him."

"When I arrived at the lake, everyone was waiting to take off their clothes..."

Zhou Xiru said as she reached out to touch the line of the person's face on the wall.

"Aru!" Xu Zhiyi pulled her hand and said, "He is not good-looking."

Next to him, He Seng burst out with a squeak and said, "Young Master Xu, are you jealous?"

Zhou Xiru smiled and said, "Xu Zhizhi, if the painter of this mural is sketching, then this person is very beautiful and the face lines of the mural can be seen."

As she said, she continued to reach out to touch the mural.

"The third painting is the picture in the middle, he bathes in the lake."

Zhou Xiru said as she reached out to touch the painting, and the mural only showed her the upper body on her back.

"Miss Aru, 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, sorted his clothes, and left in the car." Zhou Xiru's eyes showed the last painting. The frame was suspended in mid-air with cloud patterns under the frame.

All the paintings in front are very realistic, but the last one is such a fictional creation, which is really confusing.

Professor Wang asked, "Aru, what does cloud pattern mean? Did he fly into the sky?"

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

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

"What?" Zhou Xiru asked.

"This man is dead!" Professor Wang said, "The folk saying about death is ascending to heaven. Now there is another word called "Going to the West!"

Zhou Xiru frowned slightly, turned to the set of images just now, reached out and followed the lines of his face, and said, "Professor, he is very young. Judging from the lines of his face, he is about twenty years old."

"Maybe it was a sudden death?" He Seng said, "There was not a lack of medical skills in ancient times, and this possibility was not without."

"Besides, this painting is recorded in front of him to play again, and he didn't say that he would go into the water and take a shower and die immediately?" He Seng said.

Zhou Xiru nodded and smiled, "Old monk, what you said is reasonable, I'm so stubborn."

For some reason, He Seng felt that Zhou Xiru's smile seemed to be ugly than crying. She was even laughing now, but that smile was squeezed out... and she squeezed it very hard.

Zhou Xiru's fingers always fell on the young man's face, outlining them one by one.

If he were Xu Zhizhi, he would probably be jealous.

Sure enough, Xu Zhizi next to him pulled Zhou Xiru's hand, wiped her gently, and said, "Aru, don't worry about him, let's take a picture and go back and have someone translate it out to try?"

Zhou Xiru nodded.

Si Nan and Qiu Fei took photos with cameras in Chengdu.

There should have been murals on another wall of the apse, but they have collapsed and the remaining parts have been severely corroded and cannot be identified.

After coming out of the back hall, Professor Wang was obsessed with the gold, but he had no choice but to take it away.

He proposed that he set up camp in a deserted temple, but Zhou Xiru opposed it.

There was no way, so the group left the deserted temple and returned to the place where the python was originally present, followed the road where the wild elephant stepped out, and rushed overnight.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, they posted a group of phenomena again.

"With them there, there will be no danger." He Seng smiled, "Let's stay away from them, don't disturb the wild elephant herd, camp and rest."

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

"Aru?" Xu Zhizhi said, "What's wrong with you?"

This is the first time he has seen her so despair when he has known her for so long.

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

"What do you know?" Xu Zhizhi asked.

"People who could paint such murals in ancient times were all the best in contemporary calligraphy and painting." Zhou Xiru said, "I once touched that face..."

"Aru, you touched it several times and I will be jealous." Xu Zhiqi smiled bitterly, "Don't I look good?"

"No, I mean - that face, the real human face, I've touched it." Zhou Xiru said in a low voice.

"That is to say, the people on the mural are our acquaintances."

Next to him, He Seng's voice came, saying, "Female Bodhisattva, no, right?"

"Old monk, you know him too!" Zhou Xiru said, "I have painted a picture for him. To ensure that everything is foolproof, I have touched his face."

Xu Zhiyi felt a sense of jealousy in his heart, so sour that he could kill the whole family of wild elephants camped beside him.

"Aru, what do you mean?" Xu Zhizhi stood up and said, "This time I go back, I will fight him one-on-one. What are you thinking about him doing? I admit that he is good-looking, but he is so old, and he is still very scum..."

"You can tell that the man is him with such rough lines on the mural?"

"Why did I vaguely see that it seemed like I had drawn a person?"

Xu Zhizhi was really angry. Zhou Xiru was in a state of dismay when he saw the mural, which made him worry all kinds of things.

The result is that the man’s face lines on the mural look a bit like a ranger?

"Aru, don't people look like that?" Xu Zhizhi said angrily, "I tell you, I'm angry, I'll kill him when I go home."
Chapter completed!