Chapter 14 Deciphered!

The carved patterns on the stone pillars are on the throne, Wang Yao's eyes lit up, and he went around to look at the other stone pillars, and found that these regiments were carved under the throne, and once again thought of the names of these patterns that Su Yong said, Wang Yao seemed to have found a trace of law. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

These stone pillars are carved with some mountains, rivers and trees, some are still clouds or lakes, all of them are some things of nature, and Wang Yao feels that the words must have something to do with these.

Wang Yao was about to ask Su Yong more, but saw that the girl had fallen asleep deeply, and her white and tender cheeks were also dyed with a layer of lovely pink, and her baby-like sleeping appearance made Wang Yao's heart soft.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Yao took off his leather jacket to cover the girl's long legs, saving her from catching a cold, although this throne has its own heating function.

Wang Yao tiptoed off the high platform and walked towards the Buddha Hall.

From the somewhat dark stone hall to the magnificent Buddha hall, Wang Yao seemed to travel through time and space, Wang Yao walked to the center of the Buddha hall, where there is a 'swastika' character inlaid in gold bricks with topazes, and a layer of glass-like things are plated outside, looking beautiful.

Wang Yao crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he felt that the entire Buddhist hall had become different.

The 'creatures' enshrined around seemed to come to life, each one of them shimmered with divine brilliance, the wind blowing prayer flags and the sound of not knowing what to blow reached Wang Yao's ears, and the huge sense of oppression brought by the thangka tower above his head made Wang Yao enter a strange state.

Wang Yao felt that his gaze passed through these magnificent jewels, gold and silver, and saw another scenery of the vast yellow sand.

The scenery is very desolate, only some of the most primitive and magnificent landscapes, and then the brain is like a movie fast forward, slowly the yellow sand desert is covered with snow, and gradually there is green, and then black spots appear, those black spots, and finally converge into a giant bird that has been under the blue sky.

The giant bird landed and turned into a human, and then the picture was the scenery of those human beings worshipping the mountains and trees on the throne, and in the end, these pictures gradually became symbols.

That's Zhangzhung script.

Wang Yao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the enshrined 'creature' behind his left, which was carved and inlaid with emerald green gemstones, and Wang Yao felt that it was a beating heart.

And those other gems that are embellished and inlaid form patterns on the lines of the heart, like human meridians.

Wang Yao held his breath, his eyes flashed with ecstasy, all the pictures he saw just now were imagined in his mind, but there were indeed traces to follow.

This enshrinement should be the Moben of the Xiangxiong Kingdom, which is a virtuous person who treats diseases.

Xianruopu is the highest status of the Bon religion and is equivalent to a living Buddha.

Every virtuous person who has become a Buddha will be a kind of benzene precursor, and the Zhangxiong script is based on these virtuous and virtuous pus.

If Wang Yao is not mistaken, the text formed by the curing demon benzene only records the text about medical treatment.

In order to verify this, Wang Yao got up and ran back to the stone room, lying on the ground and flipping through the words related to Moben that he had copied and translated, and translated a passage with these words as the theme, by translating the meanings of other words.

'Moben was in the lake and used the water to revive a believer. ’

"Heh!" Wang Yao, who was excited, let out a soft snort, and then all the bamboo slips, stone carvings and painting scrolls about 'Moben' in the excited stone room were found.

Opening a train of thought is like opening a magical door.

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When the moon fell, the whole mountain did not become dim, but the sunlight changed to a soft moonlight, except for the change of color, the light did not weaken.

The old man opened his eyes, stood up and walked out of the room, and saw his granddaughter who was still sleeping on the throne, showing a doting smile, but the leather jacket on his granddaughter's legs made his smile freeze on his face, and his face changed instantly, frowning and a little dissatisfied, climbed onto the throne, and patted his granddaughter's buttocks.

"Ouch~!" Su Yong, who was noisy to the point of falling asleep, let out a dissatisfied snort, opened his eyes and glared at the old man, "Grandpa, why are you disturbing my sleep!"

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, don't you know to eat?" the old man glared and threw his jacket to the ground.

Su Yong rubbed his eyes and looked at the leather jacket lying on the ground, "Hey, isn't this the little brother's?"

"Do you know that there are outsiders?

Su Yong glanced at the old man, bent down and picked up the leather jacket and held it in his arms, "I'll go and see what Sona and they grabbed and came back." ”

Looking at his granddaughter who jumped away with her leather jacket, the old man sighed, looked at the stone room where the fire came from, was slightly stunned, and walked towards the stone room with a frown.

There was a torch at the door, which illuminated the room very brightly, and it was still a little warm, and the old man stood at the door with a frown, looking at Wang Yao who was lying on the ground writing inside, and the ground was covered with paper.

The old man picked up one and looked at it, stunned, there was not only a Chinese character translation on it, but also a picture, which should be drawn as a skeleton of a human hand.

What shocked the old man was that the above translation was accurate, and the old man's hands trembled unconsciously, and he looked at Wang Yao who was lying on the ground writing and painting in shock, and his mood was agitated.

How could anyone possibly translate these?

Holding the warm leather jacket, although there was a smell of wind and frost fireworks on it, Su Yong smelled another good smell, he had never smelled before, warm and comfortable.

What made her even more inexplicably happy was that she had slept in that seat for more than ten years, and when she woke up for the first time, she was covered with something, although she didn't feel the warmth of the leather jacket when she slept, but now the joy in her heart has never been there.

She was even happier than when her grandfather gave her jewelry made of agate stone for the first time.

Holding his leather jacket tightly, Su Yong ran out of the canyon, the moonlight illuminated the valley very quietly, and the Buddha statues that exuded grandeur during the day became mysterious at this moment, and the lines looming in the shadows were particularly mysterious.

The tourmaline-like lake also turned a light inky color, reflecting the reflection of the moon and the valley.

The only thing that is noisy is the Tibetan lions frolicking around the lake, and the barking of dogs disturbs the surface of the lake.

"Woo woo woo~" Su Yong stood at the mouth of the canyon and let out a series of strange calls, and the Tibetan lions pounced happily, only a few Tibetan lions in the distance reminded that the relatively large ones were still parked by the lake, and there were some animal corpses.

There is a bronze cart like an ancient chariot at the mouth of the canyon, Su Yong pushed the car out, escaped a dozen ropes on the Tibetan lions, and got on the car, the Tibetan lions pulled the bronze chariot like a sled and walked towards the lake, slowly, there were some cooking utensils for cooking on the car, but it was not ancient, but modern cooking utensils, all of which were made of steel.

The group of Tibetan lions gathered around the bronze cart to the lake, Su Yong jumped down, blasted away the Tibetan lions who were about to come over, and put the cooking things on the lakeside, and several black and red Tibetan lions still came over with dry firewood.

Su Yong lit the fire with flint, boiled the cauldron with water, and held a silver steel knife to dispose of the animal's carcasses.

There are pheasants, hares and the like, and a Tibetan antelope.

Sona dozed off on her stomach by the lake.

These Tibetan lions have survived here for I don't know how long, dozens of generations have disappeared in this mountain forest with Zhangxiong, and they have long resumed the nature of hunting dogs, but they still have a gentle personality and no wildness.

Several baby Tibetan lions, which seemed to be just a few months old, came over with their little tails to eat the internal organs of the Tibetan antelope carcass that Su Yong had disposed of, but they were thrown into the lake by Su Yong, fluttering in the lake and barking dissatisfied.

Although it is wild, Su Yong also doesn't like these little guys to eat raw things.

Su Yong's skillful technique skillfully used three different sizes of knives to skin and debone an adult Tibetan antelope, and a whole Tibetan antelope skin was soaked in water, staining the pale inky lake red.

The processed internal organs were thrown into the boiling pot, and Su Yong dismembered the meat of the Tibetan antelope again, and he was busy for a long time, and finally removed the whole Tibetan antelope into only a skeleton.

The mountain of flesh and blood was still a little oozing under the moon, forming a strange contrast with the girl with a quiet face.

The Tibetan lions came back from eating, so naturally they had no interest in meat, and continued to play in the grass, and the little Tibetan lions crawled out of the lake, and Su Yong gave them the cooked offal.

The cauldron was boiling cooked meat, Su Yong sat by the fire and lay in Sona's arms, took out a flute made of unknown animal bones, and put it to his mouth and blew it.

As soon as the flute sounded, the Tibetan lions, who were still fighting, quieted down and lay on the ground to listen.

The sound of the flute is high and clear, with a sadness that seems to come from the ancient of countless years ago, long, quiet, and vicissitudes of the flute echoes in the valley.

Su Yong's eyes were clear, and she was blowing the tune she learned from childhood, this song has no name, and after so many years of blowing, Su Yong still didn't feel the story inside, although every time he blew it, he had an urge to cry.

But Su Yong knew that it was because the flute was too sad, not because of this song, but she knew that this song had a story, so she would blow it every day at this time, wanting to experience the story.

But there is still not much to gain. (To be continued.) )