The wind spirit and the whisk leaned against the stone cliff, holding their breath and listening to the sudden weeping in the small cave for an hour. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the night wind howled, gradually swallowing up the cry.

Flicker stretched out a hand, took the cold hand of the wind spirit, and pulled her closer to him with a frown, so as to shield her from the cold wind of the night with coarse grit.

The sobbing in the cave gradually subsided, the shimmer shook a few times, and the dark-pigmented skirt, wearing a hat, held her knees, trembling and slowly paced out of it. She had been kneeling for a long time, and she was limping when she walked, which made her back a little more desolate.

The wind spirit remained motionless, staring at her departing back until she walked down the cliff and onto the path out of the outer city, to the small courtyard where she had lived. An ox cart ran out of the darkness, and the back of the driver came to see, it was unborn. Amanpo struggled to climb into the ox cart, and the car drove slowly into the darkness, and there was no more to be found.

Feng Ling shook his stiff legs and stretched his waist. Fu Yanyan jumped down from the rock wall, reached out to pick her up, and said casually: "I can hold on for so long, and the foundation is not bad." ”

"All nights have been established, and these hours are very much." The Wind Spirit muttered.

Fu Yanyan knew what she was referring to, his face darkened, and he hurriedly took her off the rock wall.

The two of them groped their way in through the faint light in the small cave, and they couldn't help but be stunned when they entered, this cave was really small, no more than three or four ordinary sleeping beds, and they couldn't complain that the cry of Amanpo was so clear.

After a little more inspection, this cave is crude and simple, there is not a Buddha statue Buddha shrine, and only four tablets are placed upright on the offering table in the center.

The first tablet in the head was facing the ever-bright lamp, and when Feng Ling stepped forward to pick up the ever-bright lamp, he glanced at it, and couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise, this was actually Mrs. Suo Jialiu's tablet, and for some reason it was here. She remembered that when Amanpo came out of the Suojia Buddha Cave, she seemed to be holding something in her arms, could it be that it was this tablet?

She was puzzled, why did Amanpo steal Mrs. Liu's deceased tablet and place it here? Shicai's mourning is related to Mrs. Liu? If so, what does she have to do with Madame Liu?

The wind spirit was suspicious, and at the same time, he easily shone the ever-bright lamp towards the four walls.

Fu Yanyan wanted to step forward to take a closer look at the handwriting on the other three tablets, but the light source was lost. The wind spirit let out a low "ah", his voice full of surprise. Immediately after that, he taught her to pull the sleeve of his coat, and his body followed.

Feng Ling held the ever-bright lamp she picked up from the confession in her hand, and shone it up, and she and Fu Yanyan took a breath at the same time. The walls of this small cave are covered with exquisite murals. The color of the mural is not strong, but it is undulating, and the characters in the painting have both spirit and action, as if they want to walk down the stone wall.

The full cave is the most energy-consuming method of white drawing and coloring, so this painting method is extremely expensive, and it suddenly appears in this cold small cave, which is extremely mysterious.

The wind spirit snorted again and said softly, "These paintings...... These paintings seem to be chronicle. She looked at it roughly and affirmed: "This cave is not a Buddha cave, it looks like an offering cave for the deceased." ”

She stuffed the lantern in her hand into Fu Yanyan's hand, rubbed her long-raised sore arm, approached the paintings, and looked at them little by little. Those dense murals are basically divided into four, counting the statue of the Jizo Bodhisattva on the top of the cave, it is the four walls.

The first picture begins with two women, one large and one small, with beautiful faces, weak and soft, from the ripples of water and the empty land of the mountains, hand in hand to a majestic and prosperous city, followed by a team of chariots and horses, it can be seen that it is the female dependents of the noble family.

Further back, there are two generals in military uniforms, and they are trapped, the white-robed and heroic Lang will sit on a big black horse with four hooves and snow-white, and another Lang general on the side is small, with a red robe and jade face, and he looks like a young general.

To the corner of the wall, there are two women, but they are palace clothes, one in front and one behind, Shi Shi walks, between the pavilions and pavilions, flowers and plants, as if in a rich and luxurious garden.

Feng Ling took a step closer, tiptoed over, under the dim lantern, the woman walking in front was more graceful, but her face was lonely and cold, and the one behind her, her belly was bulging, her expression was smart, humble but not humble. The direct teaching wind spirit felt a sense of familiarity.

Turning to the other wall, it is the second mural. The very large one occupies the entire cave, and the wind spirit has to retreat and tilt his head to see it all.

A city wall in the painting, the building view is towering, compared to the Dunhuang city wall solemn and angry I don't know how much it is over, the soldiers on the city wall are arrayed, and the brand-new arrows and crossbows all point to the door hole of the city wall. At the doorway, a very large and wide vermilion door, half-open and half-closed, the white-robed and black-horse Lang in front of the door will open his eyes angrily, open his bow and arrows, and the arrows are about to come out. The power of the wrath penetrated the rock wall, and it was breathtaking, which shows the artist's outstanding skills.

Looking down further, a noble yellow-robed man on the other side held a bow in his hand, the bow was empty, and the arrow had been issued. Feng Ling looked down at his bow, but saw that the red-robed and jade-faced Lang was between the white-robed Lang and the yellow-robed Lang, with his back to the Huang-robed Lang, and a sharp arrow was stuck in his back, which seemed to be shot by the bow in the Huang-robed Lang's hand.

The red-robed and jade-faced little man will not fall on the horse, and the half-exposed star eyes in the painting look at the white-robed Lang general earnestly, and his expression is wonderful. Feng Ling couldn't help but sigh again: Shazhou is not alive, but there is still someone who can paint the people in the mural as if they were real people?

Then he turned the wall of the cave, and he was in front of the last one. The slightly older lady of the official family who appeared in the first painting reappeared in the painting, holding a pink baby in her hand, and walked out of the ornate palace hall.

The bright light behind the wind spirit flickered suddenly, and she eagerly turned to the mural behind her, and her arm poked out from the back of her head, bringing the light forward.

As soon as the wind spirit turned around, his eyes were half-narrowed, his brown eyes were deep, and his face was full of astonishment and shock, as if he had glimpsed something unbelievable. What's more, the green tendons on his neck were beating faintly, which meant that he was uneasy at the moment.

The wind spirit followed the light and looked towards the last image on the mural. A graceful and beautiful woman sat in a high golden chair, her expression cold and calm as water. There was a palace maid crawling at her feet, and under the two of them, there was another Shura field: more than a dozen palace maids were surrounded by several warriors, and the warriors raised their knives to slaughter, and some palace maids had fallen to the ground, blood splashed everywhere. Seeing Feng Ling, he shuddered.

Fu Yanyan's arm froze in mid-air, not moving for a while. Suddenly came to his senses again, turned around and moved the ever-bright lamp to the confession, and shone the tablets on the case one by one. (To be continued.) )