Yunchi said nothing and followed Saga through the ruins.
If this huge structure was once the top of the Sakya Temple, how huge must its original size be...
The steps were broken, and the sea otter was in front, using a subtle divine power to blow out a barely traversable passage. He and Yun Chi climbed up the steps and walked towards the dark front door together.
Yun Chi did not say anything. He looked at the structure of the temple carefully. He only regretted that he did not have a flashlight so that he could take a good look at the miracle of this divine civilization.
Around him, most of the painted and gilded statues had collapsed without leaving any bases, with only a gap of debris exposed in the snow, allowing people to see their former beauty; the uneven relief murals had also been filled with gullies and damaged areas by snowflakes, and from a distance, only a flawless paleness could be seen.
Here, snow replaces wind and becomes the sand of the clock to measure the passage of time. They penetrate into every pore and, in a silent way, smear out all the splendor of the past.
Saga walked slowly into the main gate. As he moved, snowflakes silently dispersed and swirled, revealing mottled and fading gold on the ground. Yun Chi watched and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Although the depiction technique is somewhat different, doesn’t this old golden color look very much like the rock paintings he saw in the underground caves
In the darkness, Saga's snow-white hair emitted a faint light, and Yunchi's robes also slowly dimmed, illuminating a small area of ground under his feet.
"Here." Saga spoke, interrupting his thoughts, "Follow me."
Yun Chi hesitated for a while, but decided to run and catch up. The monk may run away, but the temple cannot. As long as these traces are still there, he doesn't have to worry about having nothing to study.
His bare feet made a clacking sound on the cold floor. As if sensing the return of its owner, a graceful and ancient fragrance gradually rose in the stale and sad air, lingering on the tip of the nose. Only when you are not paying attention can you detect its existence, and when you go to look for it, it is nowhere to be found.
"That is the sacred incense, born from the faith of the believers." As if he had guessed what Yun Chi was thinking, Saga answered him gently, "Back then, the sacred incense here could be burned all the way to the sun, so that even Ugo, the god of the sky, could smell it and laugh happily..."
He gradually stopped talking. Yun Chi walked beside him, hesitated for a moment, and decided to reach out and gently touch Saga's thick back.
It must be spectacular to have a fragrance that can span the distance between the earth and the sky and even the sun knows it, right
"You... don't be sad." Yun Chi said, "Now, I can also smell the scent of the divine incense. So many years have passed, but the fragrance is still there. Your believers must have loved you very much at that time."
Saga smiled, and he seemed to be thinking about something, muttering and sniffing: "Yes, so many years have passed, how come the sacred incense still remains here?"
They walked through a long, quiet corridor, and Yunchi could vaguely see that on both sides of the corridor stood a forest of statues of gods, each with a different shape and action. Some seemed to be holding a water bottle, some seemed to be holding a long harp, and some were leading some tall animals... But they all had one thing in common, that is, their faces and clothes were all blurred.