"There is too little information about a mural. Let's look around first."
Several people quickly found another mural, this one was simpler.
A sea of clouds is engraved below the mural. A huge crescent moon is engraved on the sea of clouds, dotted with a few stars and a few lines of unfamiliar text.
Jiang Bai also took pictures.
At a nearby location, a third mural appears in front of you.
The same moon, the same stars, the same three mountains.
The three moons have the same moon image, but there are very big differences in the painting methods, obviously for the purpose of differentiation.
Hu Tao looked at the mural thoughtfully, "These three moons remind me of a book."
"what book?"
"A very unpopular book called "Moonlight Night in the Bamboo Forest"."
"It tells the story of a young man who meets a mysterious and beautiful woman with white hair and golden eyes."
"It sounds a bit cliché. What does it have to do with these murals?" Jiang Bai felt that this was a love story as soon as he heard it.
Why is this mural related to a love story?
"There is a passage in that book. The woman with white hair and golden eyes told a story to the boy. She said that in the long past, there were three bright moons hanging in the night sky. Their lifespans were longer than those of the Rock Gods and longer than those of Li. The bedrock of Moon Harbor is older and changes every ten years.
"Later, disaster struck, and the three sisters in the night sky turned against each other and had to die to say goodbye. However, only one of them was left with a pale body, emitting a cold light."
Walnut omits the fact that the three moons have the same lover in the story, which has no connection with these murals.
"Doesn't that mean that the story may be true? If it is true, how old is it?"
Jiang Bai calculated carefully and found that the old man had existed for more than 6,000 years, and the bedrock of Liyue Port could be traced back to tens of thousands or millions of years.
Let’s calculate it based on tens of thousands of years. How on earth did the murals from tens of thousands of years ago be preserved?
"The history of Teyvat is really complicated. If I have a chance, I'll look for some books on history."
"Don't expect too much. There are very, very few books on history. The oldest ones I have read only record the Demon God War. Even scholars who study history can only learn about the history of the longer past through the ruins. I found some fragments of words.”
"What's more, there are still many places that don't record their own history. Everything is passed down by word of mouth. The history passed down to the present is already very different from the real history."
Jiang Bai sighed, "Yes, Haiji Island is a vivid example."
The history of Haiji Island seems to be very long, but there are only a few that are known to the world, and they have all undergone various magical changes in the circulation.
"But you can go to the Teaching Academy in Xumi. There are many scholars there, and there should be many people who study ancient characters and history. When the time comes, go over these characters and ask what they mean."
Jiang Bai nodded. He originally wanted to go back and ask the old man.
But considering that these texts have existed even longer than the old man, he may not necessarily know them, so finding a scholar might be an option.
Anyway, I’ll go back and show it to the old man when the time comes, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll talk about it later.
"That's wrong." Yidou felt something was not right. "If the moon in the sky dies and only the body is left, why does the moon phase still change?"
The three of them looked at me and I looked at you, none of them knew how to answer this question.
In the end, Hu Tao made the final decision, "Why do so many things? We are here to explore the ruins, not to be scholars. Let's walk around and keep looking to see if we can find any treasures."
"Even if there is a treasure, there cannot be a Mora. After all, Mora only exists when the emperor appears."
Jiang Bai hasn't found any treasures in the ruins yet, and he doesn't have much expectations for finding treasures or anything.
"You are being superficial. Aren't antiques considered treasures? For those scholars who study history, these antiques are extremely valuable. Not to mention the intact ones, even the damaged ones are valuable."
Jiang Bai felt that he was awakened, and looked around with bright eyes.
Although there are no preserved artifacts visible in the field of vision, it does not mean that there are none in the rocks or soil!
Seeing Jiang Bai take out the shovel and eager to try it, Hu Tao quickly grabbed him.
"Stop it! If this ruins are underground, what if the support collapses and we are buried? The sea is above us, and we will all die if the sea water pours down. Besides, you are short of money. What about Mora?"
"Okay." Jiang Bai put down the shovel sadly.
He certainly has no shortage of molasses.
But after all, entering Baoshan and returning empty-handed is no different from losing 100 million.
"Then I'll get a Thunderbird statue and take it back with me. I think it can be sold at a high price."
"One is enough. Things are rare and valuable."
Jiang Bai picked the best-preserved thunderbird statue and prepared to stuff it into the Sanqing Bell.
The Sanqing Bell is so cluttered that it can’t fit in without making some space.
Jiang Bai tidied it up and took out a feather from it.
This feather is very delicate. Holding it, I feel that my control over the thunder element has improved.
"Huh? Where did this come from?"
Hutao thought for a moment, "It seems to have been left behind when Thunderbird's resentment died. At that time, we were discussing whether the thunder element crystal Gudong could be eaten. We didn't pay attention to the feather, so you conveniently put it away."
The feather looked quite inconspicuous at that time, completely covered by the light of the thunder element crystal, but taken out alone, it was quite exquisite.
"It feels a bit like this wine bottle to me."
Jiang Bai took out the wine bottle and felt the power inside it.
"This should be the so-called holy relic, right?"
Jiang Bai was a little excited. This is the real treasure. Why did he ignore it?
"Probably. The holy relic is very precious and rare. The power inside can enhance the strength of the holder of the Eye of God. It is a rare treasure. However, the effect of one is limited, so it is best to use it in a set."
Hu Tao has research on holy relics, and she has them herself.
"Where did the holy relic come from? It can't appear out of thin air, right?"
"According to what the old man said, some artifacts are filled with strong emotions. They gradually become immortal under the erosion of time and become sacred relics that can be used by others."
"Aren't there many such holy relics?"
Hu Tao shook his head.
"No, no. Not everything can survive the erosion of time.
“The first thing is that the person to whom you place your emotions must be a person with a strong and persevering soul.
"These artifacts are either carried by them, or bear witness to their stories, accompanying these resolute and powerful souls through countless years. Only such emotions can withstand the erosion of time and become holy relics."
"There are also some sacred relics that have nothing to do with people, but they bear witness to a certain period of human history, and certain beliefs and feelings of the group are placed on them, which also turns them into sacred relics."
(End of chapter)
