Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

I walked over almost angrily and asked him why he was following me.

"Hello, my name is Gu Siluo." The man greeted me with a smile and extended his hand. However, seeing that I didn't mean it, he withdrew his hand. At this time, I didn't have time to pay attention, and my anger was not gone. .

"I don't care who you are, but don't follow me."

I thought he was one of those media reporters asking about the last archaeological excavation.

However, I was wrong.

"I am a staff member of the museum, and I have something to ask you." Gusluo said seriously.

"I don't have time."

I sneered.

"Don't be angry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I hope you'll forgive me." He was a little apologetic.

However, seeing that he was about the same age as me, he must have been a young man who entered the museum not long ago, otherwise he would not have such an attitude.

At that time, I never dreamed of entering an archaeological museum after graduation, mainly responsible for archaeological work reports and some simple press conferences. I never thought that I would go to field archaeology.

"What's the matter with you?"

I calmed down a bit.

"If you have time, I'll buy you coffee."

he said.

There is a teahouse and coffee shop on the 18th floor of the school library. It is a very clean and rare place.

At the beginning, I went to the school library.

I didn't refuse his request.

At this time, there were not many people in the coffee house. The dark color was very suitable for chatting and talking. It was also very quiet and there were no people walking around. We ordered a cup of coffee and sat down.

“Very nice place.”

He didn't seem to get straight to the point.

"Do you come often?"

he asked me.

I nodded, "Are you just here to admire the people or things here?"

"I think this is an opportunity for you. Are you interested in working in our museum?"

he asked me.

"where?"

He named a very famous museum. At that time, I would choose to go there without hesitation, but it seems that it is not so tempting to me now.

After this archeology, I received a considerable bonus, which is pretty good for a recent graduate. And they also arranged for me to be in an archaeological institute in Beijing, where I would interact with old professors.

Responsible for writing papers or special reports.

But I refused.

I didn't want to argue with those old men about something meaningless.

Maybe it’s because I’m still young and don’t want to give up my freedom just like that.

If I were forty or fifty years old now, I would probably wake up laughing from my dreams.

"I have no plans to do so now."

I refused outright.

"Don't worry about this yet."

The man seemed to know that I would answer this way, but it was more like he was comforting himself.

He took a sip of coffee.

He continued, “When I was in college, I mainly studied Buddhism and some cave culture, so it’s a pity that I didn’t have this opportunity to do archeology.”

"That's a shame."

Suddenly, I thought of something, and then I took out a piece of white paper with a line of rubbings printed on it.

"You said you are very knowledgeable about cave culture, so do you know what is written on it?"

Above is the rubbing of the cover of the sutra book. I can't understand it at all in Sanskrit. I've asked some professional teachers for help, but they all said I can't understand it. I even started to doubt whether the Sanskrit words were genuine or fake.

If he doesn't understand, I'm not going to talk to him anymore.

"This is……"

Now he became very curious, staring straight at the words, and then he was shocked, as if he was surprised, but then he regained his composure and felt that he had gone too far.

"You know him?"

I asked.

"Where did you print this text?" he asked me.

"A mural on a scripture, oh no."

I answered.

"mural?"

He frowned and looked at it carefully for a long time, then muttered something in his mouth, and made gestures with his hands for a long time.

"This is ancient Sanskrit."

He said, "Generally, there are not many people who can recognize this word, and there are even very few in the country."

I agree with what he said because I even have a hard time finding information online.

"But, I know him."

He seemed confident.

Much beyond my expectation.

"There are obvious differences between ancient Sanskrit and today's Indian languages, and even the writing and pronunciation at that time." He read out the syllable, but I couldn't understand it after listening to it several times.

He doesn’t even know how to use Chinese phonetic notation.

He said there was a time when his father studied ancient Sanskrit just as a hobby.

He has also been exposed to it.

"Then what does this mean?" I wanted to know eagerly.

""Collection of the God of Creation".

He told me that this is roughly what it means when translated. Literally, it seems to be the relationship between a mythical system of gods and humans. He speculated whether it would be a mythological story machine, a system of gods like Greek mythology.

God Pu?

I was a little surprised, but why were the words recorded in the book such strange things?

Resurrection from the dead?

These words still make it difficult for me to let go.