Seeing that the sudden crisis was over, the three of them lay on the ground and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"I can't believe you! He's so startled that he's not as reliable as Wukong."
"How the hell did I know there would be a mural here?"
While Lin Yi and Wang Qiang were still bickering, Qian Sheng got up, held up a flashlight and walked towards the mural.
He stood in front of the mural and observed it carefully for a while, then turned back to them and said:
"This mural is truly the best among the best! You two, come over and take a look!"
When Wang Qiang heard this, he quickly stood up and walked a few steps closer to take a look.
But when it comes to things like works of art, he really knows nine things out of ten, except one.
He glanced at it and within two minutes, he started to yawn and pretended to understand.
"Well, yes, this mural is really well painted, so damn good!"
"Excuse me, Mr. Wang, please tell everyone, where did this damn good mural come from?"
Lin Yi deliberately teased him from behind.
Of course Wang Qiang couldn't explain the reason, he could only say a few superficial words.
"The good thing is that the people in this painting look human-like, with noses and eyes, as well as the clothes and the horses. They are all good, right."
"Okay, I said you're fat and you're breathless. Stand aside and listen to what Shopkeeper Qian has to say."
Qian Sheng didn't refuse. He turned off the flashlight and lit a candle.
"The mural is too precious and cannot be seen in bright light. Let's hold a candle and discuss it in detail!"
As he spoke, Qian Sheng held a candle in his hand, and with the faint light, he began to speak.
"Mr. Lin, you have also seen this mural. From your eyes, I am afraid you can tell that this thing is extraordinary, right?"
Lin Yi nodded.
"It has a strong painting style of the early Tang Dynasty, and the original manuscript was made by everyone. It is magnificent and magnificent, showing the majesty of the Tang Dynasty."
"You have good eyesight. The original manuscript of this mural was indeed created by everyone. And even if I tell you my name, I'm afraid you won't believe it. The original mural was created by Yan Liben."
"Yan Liben?"
Lin Yi was indeed a little surprised.
Even if you are not interested in art, or don't know much about it, you should have heard of Yan Liben.
Even Wang Qiang knows Yan Liben's name.
"Yan Liben? Have his paintings been included in history textbooks?"
Qian Sheng gave a thumbs up:
"You are absolutely right. Yan Liben's most famous work is "The Picture of the Chariot" currently in the Forbidden City Museum. This picture was selected into the "Top Ten Famous Chinese Paintings", along with "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains", "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains" and other masterpieces are equally famous."
Upon hearing Qian Sheng's explanation, Wang Qiang's eyes lit up.
He stuffed the live broadcast equipment, lowered his voice and asked:
"Then, this thing is quite valuable, right?"
"Oh, Mr. Wang, swallow that word back quickly. This thing can't even be said to be valuable. Tsk, how can I explain it to you? I can only say that once these things enter the market, no one will dare to take them over."
"Isn't that worthless?"
"It's because it's so valuable that no one can take it, and no one dares to take it. Do you understand? Moreover, the mural craftsman who copied Yan Liben's work can express the charm and momentum in his work so accurately. It is definitely not normal person.
This is like those copies of "Lanting Preface" that have been handed down from generation to generation. Although they are not Wang Xizhi's original work, the person who copied it is also a famous master of the generation, so the value of this copy will naturally not be too low. "
When Wang Qiang heard this, he immediately became interested. Just as he was about to take action, Lin Yi slapped him back.
"Stop thinking blindly, we can't take this thing away."
Wang Qiang withdrew his hand angrily.
Qian Sheng held up the candle and looked at the murals carefully, standing there with a feeling of unfinished understanding.
"Yan Liben is indeed worthy of his reputation! The figures, ladies, chariots and horses, ceremonial guards in this mural, as well as the momentum of all nations coming to court. Hey, Mr. Lin, do you remember that nearly 400 treasures were unearthed from the tomb of Prince Zhanghuai of the Tang Dynasty? How many square meters of mural?
Compared with the murals here, it can only be said that they are inferior and incomparable. "
As soon as Qian Sheng finished speaking, Lin Yi suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm holding the candle.
The wax oil was sprinkled on the tiger's mouth, causing him to grimace in pain.
"No, Mr. Lin, I've been burned with wax oil once, why do I come here again?"
"You just said that this kind of murals have been seen in the tomb of Prince Zhanghuai. Is this Prince Zhanghuai the sixth son of Gaozong Li Zhi and the second son of Wu Zetian?"
"That's right, his tomb was buried with Qianling, and many treasures were unearthed." When Qian Sheng said this, he seemed to understand what Lin Yi meant, and turned around with his eyes widened.
"Master Lin, do you think that where we are now is in a tomb?"
Lin Yi did not answer, but looked up and looked around.
"According to the regulations of tombs in the Tang Dynasty, after the tomb passage is the corridor, with two long and narrow ear chambers extending to the left and right on both sides of the corridor. After the corridor is the middle chamber, and after passing through the middle chamber, you reach the main tomb chamber.
Do you think the shape here looks like the two ear rooms next to the corridor? "
Qian Sheng thought for a moment and took a few steps to the left and right.
"From what you said, it seems that this is indeed the case. Moreover, the content of this mural is very similar to the materials in the tomb of Prince Zhang Huai. However, no burial objects were found in the left and right chambers. Could it be that this place is really a place? Isn’t it the secret burial of the Tang Dynasty royal family that has not yet been completed?”
"Now it seems that the possibility is very high! Remember the twenty-four bronze statues we encountered before?"
Qian Sheng and Wang Qiang nodded repeatedly.
"The portraits of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyuan Pavilion were also made by Yan Liben, and the murals here were also copied from Yan Liben's original works. Looking at the size and shape, it should not be used in such a big way except for tombs. The length of the mural decoration.
What is certain is that the status of the owner of this tomb is at least higher than that of Prince Zhang Huai. "
After listening to Lin Yi's description, Qian Sheng and Wang Qiang also felt that this was indeed what happened.
If this ninth-grade lotus platform is a tomb, then the large-scale stone statues and Shinto outside can be explained.
But now the identity of the owner of the tomb is still unclear, and there is no clue.
"I'm telling you! Why do you need to raise so many scorpions to look at the door of a Buddha statue? It turns out there is a hole in it."
With that said, Wang Qiang held up the flashlight and was about to take a big step towards the Wutou Gate. Just as he was about to reach out and push open the two stone doors, Lin Yi stepped forward, grabbed his collar and pulled him back. .
"You don't want your life? You dare to rush in without knowing what's going on ahead?"
"No, didn't you just say that this place is not finished yet?"
"Just because it's not finished yet doesn't mean there's no mechanism inside. Did you forget about the hidden-tailed scorpion outside?"
As soon as Lin Yi mentioned the hidden-tailed scorpion, Wang Qiang immediately became honest.
"I guess these hidden-tailed scorpions are deliberately placed here as an anti-theft measure. By the way, Shopkeeper Qian, you have told half of the story you told before. What happened next?"
PS: I’m really sorry. I ate something bad yesterday and got food poisoning. I suffered from vomiting and diarrhea and was so exhausted that I was given an infusion at night. I’m feeling weak today and have no energy at all. I can’t write anything. I can only post the saved manuscript first. Save the manuscript. It’s not much, so I’ll tentatively schedule two updates today and tomorrow. Please give me some time. If the situation is about the same tomorrow, I will resume the normal three-update update. I will definitely not interrupt the update. Please rest assured about this.
By the way, I would like to remind everyone that you must be careful when eating in summer!
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