One Pillow Huaxu

After Wu Xie finished speaking, she straightened up quickly.He looked at the statue above his head again, and reached for the dagger in Zhang Qiling's hand.

Zhang Qiling retracted his hand and said, "Once the hole is selected incorrectly, other organs will be triggered."

"There is no time for us to calculate the law of activation here, and the people behind it don't know when they will come back." Wu Xie said decisively, reaching for the dagger again.

Wu Xie's hands were cold because he had been lying on the ice for a while.Zhang Qiling sighed, still didn't hand over the dagger, but stood up, helped Wu Xie pull a cuff, and then began to look at the corners of the room:

"I'll go up in a while."

Wu Xie's movements paused, he raised his head to meet the other's eyes, and smiled easily: "What are you doing up there, I like not to take the conventional path these years."

"Remember what I said in the sea of ​​trees, the fastest way to get out of the maze is to push the wall down."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly moved forward, took the dagger in Zhang Qiling's hand, and quickly turned around and squatted back on the ice layer: "Tempered glass is the strongest in the middle, and the four corners and edges are the weakest. Once there is a crack, it is easy to tear the whole glass apart." The pieces smashed."

Before the words fell, Wu Xie found a place, raised the knife high, and stabbed down suddenly.He moved swiftly, and probably just hit a gap. Accompanied by his movement, there was only a crisp "click", and a crack quickly spread from the position where he lowered the knife to the surroundings.

Seeing this, Zhang Qiling immediately flew forward and grabbed him.At this time, there was another crackling sound, and the ice layer was overwhelmed, and it shattered all of a sudden.Their feet were empty, and they fell down together with the cracked ice layer.

The two of them and the broken ice fell into the room with a splash. Fortunately, the lower floor was not high, so they didn't suffer any injuries.

Wu Xie raised his head from between Zhang Qiling's arms, shook off the ice scum all over his head, and quickly glanced up and down at him.He was a little speechless, and after a while he cast another questioning look.

Zhang Qiling shook his head to show that he was fine, frowned and let go of Wu Xie's hand, and also quickly glanced at him.He wanted to say something, but in the end he kept silent and pulled him up.

Wu Xie stood up with some strength, with a complicated expression on her face, but soon, as if she was diverting her attention, she took a few steps forward and looked around.

The corners are filled with copper Tibetan Buddha lamps, and the golden cup-shaped lamps with a wide top and a narrow bottom are layered on top of each other. The orange flame burns in the lamp oil, illuminating the surrounding area brightly.Compared with the upper floor, this place is more neatly built. The room is square, with blue bricks on the floor, flat stone slabs on the four walls, and even a suspended ceiling at the four corners of the top, with complicated relief carvings on it.

The wall was covered with murals. Wu Xie took a closer look and found that the murals were well preserved, and the colors appeared more vivid under the light.

"Like Thangka, animal glue and ox gall are added to the mural paint in Tibetan areas to keep the color from fading."

Zhang Qiling caressed the wall with his fingers, and added lightly: "The age is not new, and there are many layers of new paint on the surface. People are constantly repairing these murals."

"The following ones are at least a hundred years old." Wu Xie straightened her waist and raised her head from a close observation. "Strictly speaking, this place is not considered a fight. It's not surprising that people come in and out from time to time."

He took a few steps back, pulled some distance away, and looked up at the murals as a whole.

Tibetan paintings are characterized by rich and varied techniques. Many people, both men and women, are painted on the wall in front of them. The brushwork is simple and delicate, lifelike.These people are all dressed in traditional Tibetan costumes. At first glance, they seem to be depicting their daily life. Some seem to be working, and some are singing and dancing by the campfire.

The first few pictures are not much different from the traditional Tibetan folk paintings, but as you continue to look at them, the content gradually becomes strange.

First, the lines of clouds appear in the picture, and the people in the mural lie between the clouds and smoke, as if they are sleeping peacefully in the void.Afterwards, more lines appeared in the picture, with a few simple strokes, outlining the shape of a large area of ​​water and fire.

The contents of the paintings are also gradually departing from the daily life.Some were placed under the water, others stood in the flames.

Wu Xie watched, and gradually frowned, he suddenly said: "These people are very strange, it seems that they can't be drowned or burnt to death."

He pointed to the faces of those people: "The painting method is now focused on portraying the facial expressions. The master wants to express that these people have no pain."

Upon closer inspection, everyone had a smile on their face.In the daily life in the previous part, there is also a faint smile in the simple facial features of the people in the painting, but here, this smile is emphatically expressed.

There was even a depiction of cutting and whipping later, but these people still smiled, as if they were indifferent.

Wu Xie looked at the people's faces all over the wall, and these weird smiles seemed to be deeply embedded in the wall, and they all turned towards the two outsiders at this time.

"I thought of something." After a long while, Wu Xie said softly, "I won't drown in water, and I won't get hot in fire. There is no pain when I touch it, and there is no itching when I touch my fingers."

Zhang Qiling paused when he heard the movement, and said, "Liezi, the Yellow Emperor."

"One day, the Yellow Emperor had a daydream. He dreamed that he came to a country called Huaxu tens of millions of miles away. Therefore, there is no love or hatred; I don’t know disobedience, I don’t know obedience, so there is no benefit or harm. I have nothing to cherish, and I have nothing to fear.”

Wu Xie took a step forward, his eyes slowly swept across the characters on the mural, and continued to speak slowly: "There are no young people who die young, there are no conflicts of interest, everyone has no hobbies and desires, no emotions of love and hate, no understanding Preferring, not afraid of death. They can't drown or burn, and they don't feel pain or itching."

"Clouds and mist cannot block their sight, thunder cannot disturb their hearing, beauty and evil cannot confuse their minds, and valleys cannot hinder their steps."

Finally, he stopped in the middle of the room, raised his head, looked at the mural in the center, and said coldly:

"Because everyone has surrendered the desires of the body and the messy thoughts of the outside world, everything is just a fugue in a dream."

This painting is facing the coffin in the center, which is full of people.Everyone presents a posture of kneeling and worshiping. On the top of the mural is a mountain surrounded by auspicious clouds, and a figure is faintly revealed between the clouds on the top of the mountain. It is a bird-like creature.

Wu Xie watched intently, and found that for the first time in this painting, some textual descriptions appeared, although these texts were all hidden in layers of colors, and they were an obscure variant of ancient Tibetan.

He recognized it in silence for a long time, his expression changed suddenly, he looked up and down again, and then said: "Why do those people lie on the ice for a long time, looking at the faces in the coffin below. They are not just looking at people, They're watching for a response."

"These people are trying to record a dream of the man in the coffin."