I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 167 Deer ()

It is still a wing room. Judging from the decoration, it is very similar to the previous Crane Room, so it should be the Deer Garden. The initial setting was the same as that of Heshu. The two of them stepped inside, and the seemingly heavy door closed silently behind them. Then, silence and darkness ruled the area, but not for long, because Xiaojiu was already ready to go. This time, it did not fly to the roof, but returned to He Si's shoulder, and the warm light illuminated the entire wing.

The thick curtains were the same as last time, tightly covering everything outside the wing, tempting those who entered to open the curtains and take a closer look.

Although Qin Jian was already standing in the deer garden, he still felt disgusted in his heart. He grinded his teeth and could not suppress the evil fire in his heart. He simply set a fire himself first, hoping to burn down the curtains and all the fake moves behind the curtains.

"Oops," He Si protested, strangling Mars with a few strands of silk thread, "I haven't had time to find the difference yet."

"Hasn't Ah Si only been to Hesuo? How can I find the difference in Luyuan?"

"Yes, I am looking for the difference between this room and the Crane House," He Si thought, and added, "The Crane House just now."

"No need to look for it. The sound-absorbing carpet is gone." Qin Jian pointed to the floor and then looked up at the roof. "Of course, the painting on the ceiling has also changed."

"Is that all?" He Si muttered, but she raised her head and looked at the mural on the ceiling.

He Si is very familiar with the image of deer, not because of her research on ancient architecture, but because she has seen it a lot recently. After falling into the image of Magu because of Lin Huan's revenge, He Si studied this character carefully out of interest. After she gradually changed from the initial cold, fierce, wild and unruly image to a kind, long-lived and respected goddess, the image of plump sika deer is often accompanied by the artworks about Magu. It can be seen that deer means fortune and is a auspicious animal that is popular among the people.

But in the mural in front of her, He Si couldn't see the evergreen pines and cypresses, the meaning of good fortune and good fortune. The gray mural depicts a total of six deer, tall but thin. Withered fur hung on the raised frame, and the thin neck helplessly supported the huge antlers. The image could almost be said to be skinny and not auspicious at all. Overall, this mural is not as rich as the previous painting of clouds and cranes. The deer on the mural has a dull expression, with its head facing the same direction, its hooves leaping into the air, and a wooden cart pulled behind it. It seems to have a sense of independence and ecstasy amid the auspicious clouds. But if you add in the two unknown people sitting in the car, it's not an exaggeration to say that it looks ghostly.

"It fits the mural just now."

"How do you say that?" He Si was puzzled. "The crane means ascension. Is this deer... going to take us to the underworld?"

"Ah Si, don't you know the image of deer?"

He Si nodded first, then shook her head and said, "The homophonic pronunciation is used as a symbol of fortune."

"That's not bad," Qin Jian said calmly, "but before that, the deer had other images, such as competing for deer in the Central Plains, and who would win the deer. This deer represents the royal power, and then extends to the peace and benevolence that the king loves most. ", coupled with the endless vitality of the antlers, the deer has been endowed with divinity since ancient times. Similar to the crane, it is also a sacred animal in ancient legends that attracts souls to heaven."

"So this is another mural in the tomb. This carriage...deer carriage is leading the owner of the tomb to ascend to heaven?" "The person being led is not the owner of the tomb, but the two of us. Naturally, it is not ascending to heaven, but going to heaven." Meet the author."

The matter of leaving the world in the book and going to see Yanyan was mentioned again, and He Si remembered that when they left the Hesuo, they were only too proud and forgot about very important things: "No, did we forget about the crane mural just now? You said before that the mural is a mechanism that takes us from the world in the book to the author?"

"You forgot." Qin Jian was calm and did not explain clearly, and sparks flew out of his fingertips again. This time, He Si didn't stop him. The two stood side by side, watching the gray-blue curtains being burned away.

A dazzling light broke in, and the sky and the earth were filled with bright white, but it was not the sunshine at noon, because at the same time, there was also a howling cold wind that broke into the room, cold and ruthless, without the warmth of the sun at all.

The two subconsciously raised an arm to block the dazzling white light and the cold wind pouring into their eyes, ears, mouth and nose. When their eyes gradually adapted to the sudden change, they discovered that the boundless whiteness in their field of vision was actually snow falling all over the ground. The snowy field stretched as far as the eye could see. Apart from six stags clinging to each other for warmth, only a simple thatched house also covered in snow in the distance showed a little bit of the atmosphere of the world.

At this moment, the snow was still falling, and the fine snowflakes were swept into the wing by the wind, and immediately turned into water droplets in the warm air. Some were evaporated, and some fell to the ground, leaving a small pool of water stains.

Seeing that a snowflake was about to fall on her, He Si took a step back unconsciously.

It was very gentle and slow, making almost no sound, but it still broke the extreme silence.

In an instant, the six stags that were leaning sideways turned their heads in unison, and their dark eyes looked in He Si's direction at the same time. He Si suppressed the uneasiness rising in her heart. She observed carefully. Except for the twisting of their necks, the body orientation of the deer did not change in any way. The pupils staring at them were also abnormally dark and had no depth. There is no luster, no vigilance, fear or evil or hatred emotions, only the black that absorbs everything, looking out of place in the pure white.

He Si didn't dare to speak anymore. With her previous experience, she lowered her head and avoided those eyes. Qin Jian didn't speak either. The deer seemed to be very sensitive to sounds and he didn't dare to act rashly. In the still silence, the swishing sound of falling snow grew louder and louder.

During the stalemate, He Si suddenly saw something breaking free from the shackles of the snow and rising from under the white snow. At first, the snowflakes had not shaken out, except for the rising trend, those creatures almost blended into the whiteness between heaven and earth. But as they flew higher and higher, their gorgeous true colors were revealed, their fluorescent wings were bright and free, and they turned out to be huge butterflies.

The wind and snow had not stopped, but the cold air became warm under the dancing butterfly wings. The chill was dispelled. He Si felt that she was wrapped in a burst of warmth, and even the vigilance in her heart was involuntarily dissipated. She watched with joy as the colorful butterflies danced in groups amidst the white snow, and the falling snowflakes complemented the dance, which was like the deepest dream of her girlhood.

But this dream has not stopped yet. The butterflies seemed to be tired of dancing. After flying around the deer for a while, they landed on the antlers and fur of the sika deer one after another. The butterfly wings were still fluttering one by one, and the mottled light and shadow were reflected. The brilliant colors are stunning and the deer can’t help but chirp softly.

Deer roaring, eating apples from the wild, He Si felt like she was standing on the dew in the morning, staring at the nine-colored deer in the Buddhist scriptures. The warm and dry wind blew by. She just wanted to close her eyes and quietly integrate into this scene. In nature, the scenery in front of her also changed with her mood.