"What is a Bunsen painting?"

The noun in the mouth of the Tibetan antelope was too professional, which made Ling Muchuan a little unable to react.

"There is a special art form in Buddhism called Buddha Bunsen painting, which is usually a series of several sheets depicting the story of the previous life of the Buddha Shakyamuni. This kind of painting is very common in Dunhuang, and the famous ones are 'cutting meat and trading pigeons', 'sacrificing one's body to feed tigers', and 'nine-colored deer bunsheng'. From the point of view of painting technology, these paintings are close to the painting techniques that have been circulated. The Tibetan antelope explained to Ling Muchuan without looking back, there is actually nothing to hide from these things, as long as you check them, you can find them.

"The pigments used may include iron oxide, lapis jade, mica powder and patina."

"This is a popular painting technique thousands of years ago, and I think I invited a famous painter at that time to paint these murals." Gazing at the priceless murals in front of him, he said, "In other words, these murals are more than 1,000 years old. ”

"I'm not interested in the artistic value or the painting techniques, I just want to know why these paintings are so important and why those guys have to put so much effort into placing them."

Ling Muchuan pursed his lips, although he knew nothing about what the Tibetan antelope said, he understood a meaning, that is, the value of these murals in front of him was very high.

"In the minds of Buddhists, the Buddha's Bunsen paintings are the history of the Buddha's reincarnation before he was reincarnated as Shakyamuni, and as for these murals, I think they should be recorded on this continent thousands of years ago...... Real History! ”

The Tibetan antelope held a flashlight high and illuminated the entire mural.

In the vast sea, all kinds of flying elves fluttered and danced, and on the earth stood towering cities, and the roads crossed the sea, and two tall figures suspended in the sky side by side, each holding a hand and holding the same green branch.

"The two people in this painting...... It feels like you can't look at ...... directly."

Ling Muchuan was silent for a long time, and gently spit out these words, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping ghosts and gods in history.

He was about to take a closer look at the two people on the painting, but after staring at it for less than a second, he was forced to withdraw his gaze immediately.

The person on the painting is alive, and his fluttering glance almost makes Zerokikawa bow down, that is the majesty of the king, untouchable.

Looking at the large paintings on the shadow wall from earlier, Ryukigawa also guessed that these paintings might be imaginary works of art, and people in the era of ignorance often imagined that the gods and demons fought a great war in the ancient world, and that an ancient kingdom of mankind was born on the ruins after the war.

But seeing this painting, he has agreed with the judgment of the Tibetan antelope in his heart, this is not some imaginary story, this is the ancient people thousands of years ago who are writing history, and it is a group of ancient people who know about the lost civilization.

A few years ago, paleographers would have published a deduced millennium history of Carlos, but this history was summarized from mythological chronicles, and the human imagination was eliminated as much as possible to restore the "real" civilization, but after all, there was no direct evidence.

Antiquarians have always believed that Carlos had a peaceful and glorious era thousands of years ago, when there was a king, under whose rule, no one dared to provoke war easily, and everyone prostrated under the pressure of power.

The mural is actually a map of the territory of the king, even the main transportation routes, and the rulers of that era.

The conclusions reached by paleographers who have studied and summarized thousands of years have already appeared on the ancient murals in front of the Tibetan antelope and the Lingmu River at this moment.

"Do you see those thin lines in the upper left corner of the screen?" Above the picture of the Tibetan antelope's finger, in that small corner, there are four small characters, "It is a very partial ancient language, thousands of years ago before the text was formed, so the painter used the rare script of his hometown at that time as a comment." ”

"The name of this painting is 'Ancient Kanyu', the word 'Kanyu' originally meant topography and landform, and later extended to Feng Shui, and 'Ancient Kanyu' is the meaning of ancient maps."

"This is when the ancients ruled Carlos thousands of years ago... Geographical map! ”

"Wow! If we were to put these murals up for auction, the wouldn't have to fight with the famous collectors. ”

Standing side by side with the Tibetan antelope, he looked up at the mural and muttered that after the Tibetan antelope's gradual inference, he had found that there was a mountain of gold in front of him, which was simply a wealth that he, even with his descendants, could not squander.

Looking at these murals is like going back in time, and that extremely prosperous ancient civilization blooms like a flower on the earth. The frescoes depict a time when civilization was flourishing, and a great race erected towering bronze columns on the continent of Carlos, around which cities were built, with temples built on top of the Tower of Babel, and wide imperial roads connecting these distant cities.

"Okay, it's not appropriate to stay here for long, take me out of here."

The Tibetan antelope reluctantly glanced at the murals on the wall, he had no way to take these away, these murals with infinite value, after all, they could only be excavated by departments with professional instruments.

What's more, there is a terrifying creature around that may take the lives of the two of them at any time, and if they covet these treasures, I am afraid that they will end up like those who fell to the ground.

"Okay."

Ling Muchuan directly agreed, he didn't want to stay in this ghost place anymore.

Even if he has a fortune in front of him that he can't squander in his life, he has to have a life to squander it, right?

Ling Muchuan directly led the way and walked in front, walking towards the depths of the [Yin Temple], he actually entered here at the other end of the [Yin Palace].

In this way, the Tibetan antelope can continue to observe these murals, and the picture gradually becomes absurd as the map goes on.

There is a hideous monster, eight long necks and eight heads around its body, the long neck is knotted like a rope, it lies on the ground, its head is drinking the water from the upper reaches of the eight rivers, the sharp long tail cuts through the mountains at the tail of the river, and the bright red water flows out of the belly into the river, from this painting it seems that this is a behemoth with a length of hundreds of kilometers.

Another naked woman was frozen in a huge block of ice, and a snake emerged through a crack in the ice and spoke to the man above the ice.

All kinds of bizarre pictures, the symbolism is very strong, but obscure.

[This eight-headed monster seems to be somewhat similar to the three-headed Aba monster seen at Kigeld, is there any connection between the two?] 】

The Tibetan antelope looked at the mural behind the Yin Hall and thought as he walked, he originally saw the three Aba monsters in the secret realm of Kigeld, and now he saw the eight-headed monster on the mural, which reminded him of the mythical and legendary Yaqi Orochi who was killed by Suzhan Mingzun, that is, Susanoo.

He had a good reason for this, because since just now, the ten-held sword in his trench coat had begun to tremble constantly, as if he had met an old opponent.