The colors of the murals are kept very fresh, probably because the cave is too humid due to the long-term fog, so the oil paint has not dried up or peeled off. Although I have never studied art, I can see that this depiction technique is definitely from ancient times, and the characters are very plump and lifelike.
It is because the painting is so vivid that I feel embarrassed. The mural is divided into five parts, that is, five small stories. The first picture tells the story of a scholar lying on the bed and sleeping, and dreaming of a goddess coming from the sky. The second picture tells the story of the two of them taking off their clothes and rolling in bed together. The goddess is naked, and every place and every detail are painted clearly and vividly, which makes my blood boil and I feel hot even when I breathe.
The third painting is still about two people making love, but the scholar has been tortured to be very thin, basically no different from a normal person, but he still enjoys it. The fourth painting is that the scholar finally died suddenly due to excessive indulgence, and the goddess also left him, leaving only a dream scene, the scholar looked up at the sky in a daze. The fifth painting is that he watched his body being carried to a cave for burial, and he said something, calling himself the God of Wushan.
The goddess must be Jade Emperor’s sister, the Wushan Goddess Yao Ji. He was played to death but still couldn’t forget it. He created this crappy Wushan God. Isn’t it just to make him an antagonist to Yao Ji
After reading these five stories, I think that maybe this mural was painted by the ghost scholar, or the nightmare ghost himself. Most of the ancient scholars were good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It is impossible that a story like this, which only they know, was painted by others. I feel a little pity for this scholar. Yao Ji is just a myth. It is hard to say whether there is such a fairy. Besides, even if there is, he is not so lucky to meet her. Who knows, it may be a fox fairy or a wild ghost who sucks people's essence and blood to practice magic and find him.
The end of the mural is also the end of the cave. Qu Mo told me that he did not find anything unusual. He pointed to a raised stone pile in the middle of the cave and said, "This is the stone tomb of the Wushan God."
I turned around and saw that this stone mound was the same size as an ordinary grave, occupying a small half of the entire cave. There was an offering table in front of the stone mound, on which stood a stone tablet with the four characters of Wushan Zhengshen engraved on it. There were fresh fruits and pig heads on the offering table. I stretched my head to smell it, and it smelled very fragrant. The things were very fresh, and they must have been put here in the past few days. That means that people often come here to offer sacrifices.
"Your feet..." Qu Mo reminded me and quickly turned his head away with a red face.
I lowered my head quickly and found that I had stepped on something. I was so busy smelling the pig's head that I didn't notice what it was even though it felt soft under my feet. Now I looked carefully and saw that it was a bloody penis! My scalp was numb and I felt sick. I turned around and saw that there was a circle of these things around the stone tomb. To say "insert" was actually a slip of the tongue. It should be "plant".
The penises were all standing proudly, with their bottoms resting on the stone ground and surrounded by bloodstains. It looked like they had been chopped off and then planted on the stone while the blood was still hot, and the blood had stuck firmly to the stone once it solidified.
These things were pale and looked like they had been planted here recently. They seemed to be updated frequently. How many men had they killed? Just thinking about it made me shudder. This was too weird and too cruel. It was hard to believe it was true.