Chapter 275: The Great Coincidence

may be because Zhang Yiyan's personality is relatively mellow and kind, the atmosphere of the whole crew is very good, and everyone is very conscious and completes their own work, and there will be no intrigue in the crew at this level, everyone is an old acquaintance, and there is no difference between the protagonists and supporting roles. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

has been here for so many days, and there are no contradictions among these more than 100 people, although there were some problems during the filming, but Director Zhang didn't lose his temper, which is completely different from when Wang Yao went to visit Feng Xiaogang, and sprayed people for three hours in half a day, which is quite interesting.

In Wang Yao's words, the food of Dunhuang has a taste of the Western Regions, which is different from the Central Plains, even if you make an egg fried rice, it is the taste of the Western Regions, and I can't say why.

After being full of wine and food, he went back to the room to take a shower, changed his clothes, read a book for a while, and waited for almost the time, Wang Yao was ready to go to the proprietress.

The proprietress of the hotel is a young woman of Uygur nationality, named Paridai, which means fairy in Uyghur language, who studied abroad in her early years, and did not like life abroad very much, so she returned to her hometown to build this hotel with local characteristics, because the scale is appropriate and the service is good, and it has attracted the business of the crew who came to Dunhuang to shoot.

Almost every crew who came here gave priority to her hotel.

In addition to being a famous beautiful entrepreneur in Dunhuang, Parid's ancestors were also a prominent family in Dunhuang, so they knew a lot of stories, because Wang Yao could speak Uyghur, so Paridai was very cordial to Wang Yao, and talked about the famous history of Mogao Grottoes when chatting, which aroused Wang Yao's interest.

Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes is a world cultural treasure, until now human beings have not completely unraveled all her veil, still in research and exploration, since you can not come in vain, at least you have to learn a little just go back, bathroom Wang Yao asked the proprietress to find some old people in Dunhuang, it is best to be a cultural person, Wang Yao wants to understand the culture of Dunhuang.

The magnificence of Dunhuang's culture is undoubted, but how vast it is, at least it cannot be explored by humans now, because it is a cultural hoarding of at least 2,000 years.

The famous Chinese cartoon "Nine-colored Deer" is a mural from a cave in Dunhuang, but when Wang Yao heard the old man in Tibet say that this mural, if the Taoist priest had drawn an extra stroke in the book, and the invaders and liars of that year had carved one more brick, this story might have disappeared in the long river of history.

Once he thought of this possibility, Wang Yao felt unstoppably trembling all over his body, and he didn't know whether he was angry or afraid.

Isn't it another miracle and a dream that a story can be passed down through thousands of years to the present?

People are always accustomed to the beauty depicted in these stories, but seem to forget the stories that have been handed down from these stories, and the stories themselves, have become stories.

And the names of the Taoist priests and those invaders are also the stories that Wang Yao should know, about Dunhuang, about the Mogao Grottoes, the Taoist priest, those robbers, the liar, and those predecessors who left a valuable cultural heritage for China.

In the third and sixth years of the park, it was the time when the Han people in the Central Plains were in a desperate situation, but the cultural integration was the most prosperous, an ascetic, who did not want to see hell on earth, wanted to go to the Western Regions to seek the way to liberate the world, and embarked on a journey.

Pass through Mogao Grottoes, there is a sense of Buddha's will on the cliff at the eastern foot of Mingsha Mountain, just like ten thousand Buddhas emerge, the first grotto was carved on the broken wall, the first Buddha statue was carved, and left their own practice classics, later the great Zen master of Faliang also built a cave here to practice meditation, and named 'Mogao Grottoes' which means 'the highest place of the desert'.

Later, when the text was translated, Mo and Mo were commonly used, and it became Mogao Grottoes.

It is also said that in Buddhism, it is said that the merit of those who build Buddha caves is immeasurable, and there is no way, and there is no one.

The Mogao Grottoes are also explained to mean that there is no greater cultivation in the practice than the construction of a Buddha cave.

In addition, the rulers of the Sixteen Kingdoms respected Buddhism, so the Mogao Grottoes were supported by the royal family and nobles, and began to be built on a large scale, and developed rapidly.

During the Sui and Tang dynasties, Buddhism flourished, the Silk Road was also mature, there were more than 1,000 Buddhist caves in the Wu Zetian period, and there were countless Buddhist scriptures.

After the Yuan Dynasty, the construction of Buddha caves was prevented, and after the Qing Dynasty, the Mogao Caves were once again concerned.

In the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu, the discovery of the 'Tibetan Scripture Cave' that shocked the world, which was originally a sign of great prosperity, but because of the corruption of the Qing government and external and internal troubles at that time, the Tibetan Scripture Cave, which belonged to the treasure of the Chinese nation, suffered the same tragic fate as modern China.

Since ancient times, the Mogao Grottoes have received countless people, any color, any gene, any kind, any intention, human beings, it is tolerant, and those who come are also respectful, either for pilgrimage, or for blessings.

But there are two Westerners among them, who are more special, one is called Marco Polo and the other is called Stein.

The former brought the magnificence of the Mogao Grottoes and Dunhuang to the West.

The latter, attracted by the magnificence of the Mogao Grottoes, became a robber dressed in the cloak of civilization.

In the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu, a Taoist priest with a short stature and a mediocre appearance inadvertently chiseled a grotto in Mogao Grottoes, and the brilliance that shot out of the cracks was enough to tear apart the light of the world civilization.

Wang Yuanqi is the discoverer of the Tibetan Scripture Cave and has made great contributions, but he is also one of the 'culprits' who destroyed it.

Wang Yuanqi was in the most turbulent era of the Qing Dynasty, born in Qindi, because of the annual disaster in his hometown, life was forced to go out to make a living, according to records, he did a lot of occupations, and finally went to Dunhuang Jiuquan when he worshiped a Taoist temple, became a Taoist priest, and later lived in Dunhuang, discovered the magnificence of Mogao Grottoes, and sighed at the Western Elysium, as a Taoist, stayed in Mogao Grottoes to study Buddhism.

It sounds ridiculous, but what is certain is that he is not a believer, he is not a Taoist or a Buddhist, he should be just a little person who wants to support his faith and continue to live.

He practiced not to save sentient beings, but to live, so after opening the cave, he realized the importance of what was in it, but he couldn't understand it, the scriptures in the cave were Chinese, Tibetan, Sanskrit, Qiuzi, Sogdian, Turkic, Uighur, Kangju, etc., spanning 1,600 years of history, dozens of dynasties and countless monks and scholars.

Wang Taoist could not read these books, but he knew that they were valuable, so he began to apply for official funding to rebuild the cave.

But whether it's for construction or funding is a matter of opinion.

However, the Qing government at that time was empty of national strength and had no time to take care of these things, so Wang Daoshi's 'dream was shattered', but Wang Yuanji was given a 'position of gatekeeper of the Tibetan Scripture Cave', so Wang Yuanzheng became the master of the Tibetan Scripture Cave.

Guarding a treasure and not knowing how to cash it in is a great torture until it is captured by a Westerner named Stein.

At this time, Wang Yuanji had been guarding the Tibetan Scripture Cave for seven years, and this kind of torture was about to drive him to a desperate situation, so when this Westerner who taught Stein took out a piece of the ocean and said that he was a descendant of Xuanzang, Wang Yuanqi let Stein enter the Tibetan Scripture Cave.

But no one knows why Fang Stein went in when Wang Daoist was in the time.

Daoist Wang is illiterate, has no knowledge, and cannot see the light that tears apart the world civilization, but Stein can, he is a scholar, an expert, and a businessman with cunning and deceit.

So Stein spent a few more oceans and bought a cart of the Scriptures. When the Taoist priest Wang held the ocean in his hand and watched them carry the scriptures, he didn't know what the expression on his face was, or laughter, or hesitation?

Stein brought the scriptures of the Dunhuang Cave back to the West, causing an uproar, and the daughter-in-law was a sensation, and countless scholars poured into Dunhuang to explore the mystery and history of ancient China.

Coincidentally, a few days before Wang Daoshi opened the cave of the scriptures, it was the day when the Eight-Nation Coalition jointly sanctioned the Qing government and punished the signing of the Boxer Rebellion, and it was also the opportunity to forge the later "Xinchou Treaty", so that the Qing Dynasty ceded land and paid compensation, and 450 million silver began.

The Treaty of Xincho was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and it was also the straw that could overwhelm the self-confidence and trust of the entire nation.

And on the eve of this straw pressing, two things appeared, the oracle bone inscription was unearthed, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was born.

The oracle bone inscription represents that Huaxia was the owner of this land 8,500 years ago, and this people have survived here for at least 8,500 years and will still be the owner in the future.

The birth of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion proves the importance and greatness of Chinese culture in the history of human civilization, and there may not be a relic in the world that can unearth such a huge scripture and historical record to truly restore the historical appearance of 1600 years or even more years ago.

This is not possible in any country in the West, but China can, because China has never disappeared.

These two things prove the self-confidence and history of the Chinese nation, and also indicate that since the ancestors can gain a foothold, there is no reason for future generations to grovel to the invaders, and we are still the masters.

If it is not a coincidence, it is the blessing of the ancestors, who sent down miracles to build the last fortress for the Chinese nation, called the fortress of history, culture and inheritance.

Even if it's a coincidence, it's a great coincidence.

But unfortunately, unlike the oracle bone inscription, if we want to study the scriptures in the cave, we may have to go abroad, because the scriptures inside have already been sold.

Stein was a wise and cunning businessman and scholar, he was knowledgeable, but he did not know Chinese, so he had a translator, one named Jiang Xiaowan, who was hired by England as a translator and a real promoter of coaxing Wang Daoshi.

Stein only knew the value of these scriptures and couldn't understand the content, but Jiang Xiaowan could understand some of the Chinese literature, and he must know how important these documents were to Chinese history, but he didn't stop it.

And assisted Stein to use 30 pounds to transport thousands of scriptures and Buddhist scrolls to the West, and for only 30 pounds, he sold 1,600 years of history, I don't know whether it is the sadness of the times or the sorrow of history.

Stein's memoirs detailed the transactions between the three of them, which are not so 'above board'.

Later, scholars from the Western powers came and threw them at the royal priest or the franc, or the pound, or the dollar, or the euro, but perhaps more than Stein.

Truckloads of scriptures were transported to the West, and Wang Yao seemed to see another 'Silk Road', but the scriptures left on this road, each volume carried the blood and tears of the Chinese people.

According to the narration of the local elders, the behavior of Wang Daoist was known by the locals, and these low-level people knew that this was selling national treasures and betraying the country, so they spontaneously woke up and counterattacked the Western invaders, but the hoe and shovel were used to farm the land, and no one could use it to fight, let alone face the guns of the Western invaders.

So on this 'Silk Road', there are still the blood and tears of the working people of Dunhuang at that time.

Looking at the Silk Road from the Mogao Grottoes, the highest point of this desert, if the warriors under the Mingsha Mountain, whether they are the Xiongnu or the Han soldiers, will they break the ground?

According to statistics, there are 9,803 Dunhuang testaments in the Dragon Kingdom, 11,297 in the English Library, 6,072 in the French Library, 11,050 in the Library of the former Soviet Union, and more than 400 in Dongying Collectors.

Every volume of the scriptures in this Tibetan scripture cave is a part of the long river of Chinese history, maybe a little wave in the wave, but it is also a part, missing a point, missing an inch, is incomplete.

In the face of this fragmented Chinese history, what Wang Yao can do seems to be like the desert of Dunhuang, fluttering in the wind, confused and powerless.

"Are you okay?" Parride's blue eyes looked a little dark in the moonlight, and she looked worriedly at Wang Yao, who had been sitting on the balcony for an hour.

"Huh?" Wang Yao came back to his senses, after returning from the residence of those old people, Wang Yao sat on the roof of the hotel in a daze, it had been two hours, and his body was a little stiff from the wind and sand of the desert.

"The wind is very strong at night, and it is easy to catch a cold. Parridell chuckled softly.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Wang Yao asked with a smile as the corners of his mouth twitched.

"I came back with insomnia, I simply didn't sleep, made breakfast, came up to get meat, I didn't expect to see you. Parry smiled softly, "Are you alright?"

"I also have insomnia. Wang Yao smiled.

"Uncle Abra says you're a special kid. Parridai smiled, "In addition to your looks, you are indeed very special." ”

"Where?" Wang Yao blinked.

"You don't look very old, but you seem to have a kind of twilight. Parida pondered, "It's kind of like an old tree at the door." ”

Wang Yao looked down, the old tree that I don't know how old it was was indeed dull, and even the branches and leaves were not dense, "No." ”

"I've seen a lot of guests your age, and you're not like them, but you remind me of a celebrity we have here. Parriday laughed.

"Really?" Wang Yao was stunned, "What kind of person is it?"

"She is a scholar, living in seclusion in the Mogao Grottoes all the year round, since I was not born, she was very famous here, and she was also from the Central Plains, but she was called the daughter of Dunhuang by the old man. ”

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, "This is quite strange, a person from the Central Plains." ”

"She specializes in Dunhuang culture, if you are interested, you can find a way to visit her, but I don't know if it will work, because she is also elusive. Parriday laughed.

"Really, then how do you find her?" Wang Yao asked curiously.

"Go to the city hall, there is a cultural department, you should be able to ask. Parriday said.

"So formal?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"Of course, he is the president of our Dunhuang Academy. Parriday laughed.

Wang Yao smiled, "I know, I'll ask tomorrow." ”

"Then you're not going back to bed now, and you're not going to film tomorrow?" said Parried.

Wang Yao turned his head to look at the dark sky, and there were already people in the city who turned on the lights, "I'm waiting for the dawn." ”

Parry Dai was stunned, looking at Wang Yao's side face at the moment, obviously smiling, but she always felt a little stuffy in her chest, and she had never seen anyone laugh so 'miserable'.

"The sunrise is indeed beautiful, but it is not a rare thing, and sandstorms are rare. Parridell quipped.

"yes, it's not a rare thing. Wang Yao was stunned, squinted his eyes slightly, and muttered.

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