Sha Kun and I also raised their heads. There were murals on the walls of this stone room, but the painters were very rough, and it felt like murals from the Stone Age, very similar to the mammoth murals we have seen before.
There are also black matchsticks on the painting, holding a long stone stick and rope, and beating a giant animal. Judging from the ratio of the animal to the people around, it is at least ten people tall. It is said to be like a crocodile, a lizard, and four feet. Snakes are all right, except that the painter highlights the big mouth full of fangs, the rest is a mass of black.
As the light moved slowly, more pictures appeared. The entire top of the stone room was filled with hunting scenes. Various strange creatures were of different heights, fighting life and death with countless little people. Although the picture was blurred and the lines were rough, they could still Feel the killing atmosphere of the golden horse and iron horse in the painting.
Jia Sidao said, "Perhaps there are pictures in the dark places of the other stone rooms, but we didn't notice it."
I asked: "What do these paintings mean?"
Jia Sidao said: "It's very similar to the demonic figure. If you look carefully, there is a big Buddha statue in the center."
I followed the searchlight and looked at it, and sure enough, a black Buddha statue was in the center. It was so huge that it was impossible to recognize it when I saw a part of it. The Buddha statue has three heads and three sides, with eighteen arms stretched out. Numerous figures of villains hunting weird creatures are all included in its eighteen arms.
Look at the weird creatures, some with wings spread and some swimming. Although they are very abstract, they can't be wrong.
I said, "Does it mean that people surrendered the image of the devil under the light of the Buddha statue?"
"Yes."
"No wonder these things look hideous and terrifying." After a pause, I faintly felt that it didn't seem to be like this, because the color of the huge Buddha statue seemed more vivid, and the painting was much finer, much like the one I painted later. And those black little people are so simple and rough, they are more like carbon paintings of ancient people thousands of years ago.
In other words, these pictures seem to have been altered or perfected by later generations.
I continued: "But, I remember the pictures I once saw. The demons are not like this. They don't even have weapons, and they won't transform. What kind of demons are these? They are more like monsters, right?"
Jia Sidao said: “The doctrines of the branches of Tibetan religion are very broad, and it is possible that different demons will be produced in different forms in different regions.”
I nodded involuntarily
In fact, it is not very clear in my heart.
We walked through a few more stone chambers. Most of them had similar patterns, all of which were images of black villains hunting the devil. The background was surrounded by one or more Buddha statues of different shapes. Those black flame-like lines represented the light of Buddha. Victory can only be achieved under the light of Buddha.
After seeing the mural in the fourth stone room, I said, "From the perspective of the painting industry and technique, are they painted by people a long time ago? Or is it deliberately painted like this?"
Jia Sidao said: "It should be painted like this deliberately, because the shape of the Buddha has only been introduced to Tibet for more than a thousand years, and it is impossible to have it very early."
It seems that each stone room has one or two different portraits. One of them has a boat traveling through the gorge. The mountains on both sides are unusually steep and sharp, and the back of the mountain gorge is completely painted black. And the boat, if compared with the silhouette of the person, The ship looked a little too big, neat oars protruding from the hull, one after another, sailing towards the darkness, seemingly endless.
In another room, the twenty-four inverted towers were drawn on the arms of the Buddha statues. Next to each tower, there was a monk-like figure sitting or lying in different poses.
I pointed to those pagodas and asked, "There are twenty-four pagodas on the arms of the Buddha statue. Does it mean that we have to go through twenty-four pagodas to reach the final destination?"
"It should be like this."
"Then every stupa has a person of different shapes, what does it mean?"
Jia Sidao said: "It may be the patron saint of the pagoda, or it may be a different way of practicing."
Seeing the complete portrait, I seem to have an intuitive understanding of the environment we are in. This giant Buddha with twenty-four arms, three sides, and three heads actually only has the upper body protruding out of the cliff, looking down on the face of all beings, twenty-four. The arms spread out like spider legs, from top to bottom, the left and right arms are getting farther and farther apart, and the lower body of the Buddha statue, which is where we are at this time, is completely inserted into the cliff wall like a knife, and The cliffs are all in one body, and the lower half of the entire cliff wall is also cut into a zigzag shape with a single cut.
After seeing a few stone chambers, Jia Sidao was very unhappy, but I was no longer interested in these portraits. I was eager to climb all the vertical steps to get in touch with Zhang Ling and others. At my urging, the three talents asked for more information. Climb over there.
We continue to advance in the repeated underground passages, and then come
When you reach a passage like inside the candied haws, you have to cross a ridge every few steps. These ridges are nothing but the roots of the vines.
I murmured: "Why are there so many piles up here, I don't know what roots these are." After that, I pulled it twice with my hands and didn't break it. It was very willful.
Suddenly, Jia Sidao stopped and stood quietly in the passage.
When I just wanted to ask what happened, Jia Sidao waved his hand and motioned us to listen carefully.
Sha Kun and I also stopped. After listening for a while, we finally felt a slight, imperceptible vibration.
I asked, "Is this a man-made vibration? The Maos are doing things again?"
Jia Sidao did not answer my question. Instead, he stepped on his feet and said, "Weird, the ground is very soft."
After Jia Sidao reminded me, I also found that the ground was indeed a bit soft, and it was light and unstressed when stepping on it, just like stepping on a semi-inflated rubber tire.
We didn't dare to stay more, but walked forward quickly, but before long, Jia Sidao stopped again. He turned around and waved his hand and said, "Stop, it doesn't seem to be right."
Sha Kun and I stopped immediately and looked at him.
Jia Sidao stood still for a few seconds, looked at us in astonishment, and asked, "Did you feel anything?"
I was surprised. I just ran too fast and didn’t pay attention. At this moment, I felt it when I stood still. The ground became like the sea, and it became ups and downs. In just a few seconds, it seemed that there were several waves coming from me. As I pass by, even my body rises and falls with it.
I squatted down, touched the roots of the vines on the ground, and said, "These things that look like grass roots, not only have they thickened, they have also become soft! How could this be
Sha Kun also grabbed a handful of roots, with surprise on his face, and he didn't know whether he didn't know what was going on or understood, but we couldn't understand it, so we didn't say anything.
Jia Sidao suddenly understood, twisted a thin thread, and then spit out, the line that was originally only the thickness of the hair instantly increased to the thickness of the pen core, and it began to soften, thin and thin. Wiggling.
Jia Sidao grabbed the two ends and pulled hard. The section less than five centimeters, like a rubber band, was stretched by more than 40 centimeters.
When he loosened his hand, he snapped back.
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