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Chapter 35 The Hundred Corpses Facing the Coffin 2
We are standing in the center of the coffin lid. The coffin lid is covered with various designs and patterns, and there are some things that look like characters. There is indeed a very large ancient Chinese character surrounded by so many patterns. , but I don’t know it, maybe it’s the ancient Zhuan Kui character mentioned by the old man Qian. I asked Anji if it was, she nodded and said to me: “Mr. Character."

I pointed to some small characters next to it, and asked, "Where are these characters, do you recognize them? What do they mean? Do they indicate something about this tomb?"

Anji frowned, and said, "I don't understand. There are ancient Sanskrit characters that can only appear in Indian Buddhist scriptures in the ancient tombs of the Han Dynasty? How strange?"

I touched my head and said, "Sanskrit? Is it the kind that monks recite? Is it like the scriptures used by Tathagata Buddha to seal Monkey King in Journey to the West?"

Anji shook his head and said: "It can't be counted, those shown on TV can't be taken seriously, those are Buddhist scriptures composed of Chinese characters, which can be understood by you, and the engraving on them is a very ancient Buddhist scriptures. I can't understand the text, I can only roughly know the source."

What Angie said was unclear, and I was confused. I saw her frowning and staring at the words and pictures on it. I was too embarrassed to ask again, so I just looked down at the pictures on it. , I don’t understand the text, but let’s take a look at the pictures.

I looked down at the pictures on the lid of the coffin. The words and pictures were very bright in color, just like the ones painted on. I had already seen the colors of the wooden coffins underneath, so I was not very surprised by this phenomenon.But what interests me is the style of this painting, which is very realistic. In my impression, Chinese paintings should be composed of those elegant and simple lines, but these paintings all have some realistic styles of Western paintings. It looks very three-dimensional, and I thought to myself, what the hell, it would be nice to be able to see more clearly.

I can still see the meaning of some of the pictures above. It is roughly a situation where a lot of people are working together. I saw a few pictures with a lot of people. Judging from the clothes, they should be some soldiers. , with spears and swords in their hands, they lined up to enter a cave. I thought it was probably this cave, and there were some workers who looked inferior, naked, in the picture. It shows some actions of knocking and beating, which should be some of the circumstances of the construction of this mausoleum, but I was a little surprised by a later painting. It showed a big black bug, a quilt with teeth and claws. Many people surrounded it, and looking back, it was many people who tied up the big bug with ropes, and there seemed to be a man in a long gown directing it.These are the corpse cicadas we met. They look similar, but they are not so big. I thought, this may be the big corpse cicada that killed Angie's father. Seeing this picture, people put that The big bug was tied up, but how did Anji's father meet this big guy?Perhaps after thousands of years, this thing came out by itself, but we are very lucky, we haven't encountered this thing yet.

When I looked back, I found that I was almost at the edge of the coffin, and the picture ended here. I said to myself, the ancients painted such a point, and I don’t want to let future generations know more about your things at that time. A little stingy.

I saw that Anji was also looking at the few paintings I just saw, her brows were tightly frowned, probably because she saw the big corpse cicada and thought of her father, I walked over and asked, "How is it?" Ah, my great doctor of archaeology, can these paintings explain some problems?"

Anji was interrupted by me, gave me a blank look, and said: "Looking at these paintings, I can understand something about the tombs in this cave, but there are too few paintings, and what can be explained is very limited. It is also very strange that there is no picture on the Internet that can explain the identity of the person in the coffin."

I said: "The ancients were really stingy. They could build such a big mausoleum, but they were reluctant to draw two more paintings. It saves us from stretching our heads and guessing."

Anji smiled and said, "Do you think it's easy to paint these pictures? In that society at that time, the technology of keeping pigments unchanged for thousands of years was probably a privilege that only emperor-level mausoleums could enjoy. Ah, there wouldn’t be many of them in the first place. It’s pretty good to be able to paint so many on this place. It’s airy and humid here. This kind of painting technique is even rarer. It’s great to be lucky enough to see a few of these paintings. Not bad. You are not satisfied yet!"

I stuck out my tongue, and Angie continued to take pictures. I turned my head to see what the jellyfish was doing. This guy didn’t speak, and he didn’t move much all day. If he didn’t see him for a while, he would suddenly think he had disappeared.

Angie and I had a heated discussion, and this buddy stood beside us without saying a word. Now he would stand on the big Kui character, put his hands on the coffin lid, and move slowly there, not knowing what he wanted to do.

I found it strange, so I walked over and saw that this foreign guy was stroking the "Sanskrit" that Angie and I discussed just now. There are not many words, just two lines, evenly distributed in the big Kui characters. On both sides, against the pattern next to it, colorful, at first glance, it looks like the couplets we posted for the New Year.

I saw the dignified expression of the zucchini when I touched these words, and felt strange, so I called Anji over and asked her what happened to the zucchini?

Angie came over and saw the jellyfish in such a strange way, and asked, "Jack, what are you doing, do you know these words?"

Hearing this, Yang Gourd raised his head, looked at Angie, and nodded. Angie was very happy to see that Jack knew these ghost-like characters, and shouted: "You Jack, I didn't know it earlier, let me waste it." So those brain cells, tell me what is written here?"

I was also very surprised, this dumb jellyfish can still understand these messy characters, I really didn’t expect, I looked at Jack, wanting to see how this dumb buddy who never spoke could explain these symbols-like characters to Angie.

Angie and I both looked at Yang Gourd to see how he explained these words. Unexpectedly, Yang Gourd still didn’t speak, and now he just frowned tightly. How did my son learn Angie's special expression.

Anji was not in a hurry. He looked at the gourd. At this time, the voice of Captain Wang came from below, urging us to go down. Anji agreed, and urged the gourd to hurry up. He gritted his teeth with determination, his back cheeks puffed up, and then he pulled out a small knife from his waist, which surprised me. Angie didn't react, and saw the jellyfish stabbed with a backhand knife. On my finger, I cut a big cut on my finger, and the blood flowed out immediately. Anji let out a cry, as if she understood, she quickly pulled me aside, pointed at my waist, I didn't understand what it meant, so Angie pulled out the pistol in my waist. I didn't understand, and asked: "What do you mean, what are you going to do, are you going to fight, do you want to call the big man up, his firepower Much fiercer than me."

Angie didn't respond to my words at this time, put the gun into my hand, and just stared at the fingers of the jellyfish, I also saw the action of this foreign guy at this moment, he was bleeding right now The bloody fingers pressed against the lid of the coffin and kept moving. I figured it out. This buddy used his own blood to write those ancient Sanskrit characters there. I saw his fingers dripping drop by drop. Blood, when dripping on the lid of the coffin, the jellyfish used another finger to smear the blood along the edges of the words.I watched it and my heart was twisted and twisted. What kind of tricks is this foreign guy doing?
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