A few hours passed in a flash, and the young man finally crawled out of the robbery hole. But what no one expected was that the young man was seriously injured at this time.
Seeing this, Monk Wuyu hurriedly came forward and said, "Xiao Hu, what's the matter? What happened?"
Before the young man had time to answer Monk Wuhe's words, he fell to the ground with a thump, and large streams of blood flowed from his mouth and nose.
In the following days, Zuotian Ryuji and the others were not assigned to work, but were locked in a temporary cabin. Except for some dry food that was delivered to them regularly, no one followed them. They didn't even say a word.
Zuoda Ryuuji knew that all this was caused by the young man's injury. During this period, he tried to catch the person who delivered the meal and asked him about the situation, but he got nothing except a beating.
About a week later, one evening, several people suddenly broke into Zuotian Ryuji and his family's cabin and forcibly took the three people into the ruined temple.
Zuotian Ryuuji initially thought that they were of no use and these people were preparing to execute them, but unexpectedly he discovered that it was the young man who was looking for them after entering the ruined temple.
At this time, the young man looked a little pale, but his overall condition was still good.
Zuotian Ryuuji looked at the young man in front of him and said, "You... you're not dead?"
The young man smiled slightly and said, "What? Are you expecting me to die?"
Zuotian Ryuji shook his head and said: "I didn't mean that... I just... I just..."
The young man said: "Okay... let's not talk about that!"
The young man interrupted Zuoda Ryuji's words. He reached out and took a cloth bag from the side, and threw it on the ground with a bang.
The cloth bag didn't know what it was wrapped in. It looked round at first glance. After being thrown to the ground by the young man, it rolled to the front of Zuoda Ryuji in a few "gulu gulu" motions.
Zuoda Ryuuji did not immediately pick up the cloth bag in front of him. He just looked at the young man and asked, "What do you mean?"
The young man smiled and said: "Don't be nervous! I just want to ask you, do you recognize what is in this package... If you recognize it, can you tell me about its origin?"
Ryuuji Zuoda looked at the package on the ground and then at the young man. He wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, the young man opposite smiled and continued: "Although you are Japanese... But I heard that you are a Ph.D. who specializes in Chinese history. It’s ridiculous to say that I, a Chinese, would ask a Japanese about the history of China... It’s really embarrassing to say this! However, I still want to ask you. Don’t you know this thing?”
Zuoda Ryuji looked at the cloth bag in front of him, and after a while he reached out and picked it up.
The cloth bag was round. Zuotian Ryuji held it in his hand and opened it gently. It didn't matter if he didn't open it. At a glance, Zuotian Ryuji yelled and almost threw the package in his hand. .
Because what was wrapped in that package was none other than a white skull.
The young man seemed to have anticipated Zuotian Ryuuji's reaction. He smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Zuotian, don't be nervous...it's just a skull! Don't tell me that you, an archaeologist, have never seen it." Dead man’s bones, right?”
Zuotian Ryuji finally calmed down, and when he heard the young man "sarcastic" himself, he immediately became a little unhappy. But just as he was about to speak, the monk Wu Hu next to him said: "I said Xiao Hu, what about you?" But let’s just look up to this Mr. Zuotian. Let’s not mention that their history there is only a few hundred years. Even if they can really dig something... I guess they won’t dare to dig!”
At this time, a dark-faced man next to him asked in Northeastern dialect: "Why?"
Monk Wuhe glanced at the black-faced man and said, "Isn't that because he is afraid of finding out that his ancestors are Chinese!"
Before he finished speaking, the great monk Wu Hu and a few people around him burst into laughter.
Seeing that the people in front of him were laughing endlessly, Zuotian Ryuji suddenly got a little angry. He pointed at the monk Wuye and cursed: "You are also a cultivator after all. You not only eat meat and drink alcohol, but you also utter evil words like this... You Are you worthy of the Buddha in your heart? Are you worthy of the gods and Buddhas in the sky?"
Monk Wuhe looked at Zuotian Ryuji, then turned to look at the black-faced man, and then smiled: "I said, Lao Wang, don't tell me, why does this devil sound so polite when he curses people?" !Ha ha ha ha……"
The black-faced man smiled and said: "Yes! Why does it sound sour?"
Zuoda Ryuji became even more angry when he heard this. He immediately raised the skull in his hand and was about to throw it at Monk Wuyi.
But just when Zuo Tianlong was halfway through his second-hand work, the lines originally carved on the skull suddenly caught his attention.
As a result, Zuotian Ryuuji no longer ignored the ridicule of Monk Wuhe and the others, but picked up the skull and looked at it carefully.
Regardless of the details, Zuotian Ryuuji discovered that this seemingly small skull was densely carved with patterns.
No!
To be more precise, this is not some strange pattern, but a kind of writing.
"Isn't this..." Kyoko Matsuda came over and asked, "Isn't this the writing of the Gods?"
The young man heard this and immediately asked: "Do you know the pattern on this?"
Ryuuji Zuoda looked at the young man and said, "I've already said that this is not a pattern...this is a text from the Gods."
Monk Wuwei was a little displeased and said: "If you don't know each other, just say you don't know them. Don't talk nonsense... The words carved on the skull and bones are clearly our Chinese characters, so why did they become some kind of ancient characters?" , it sounds the same as your Japanese characters.”
After hearing this, Zuoda Ryuji said: "If you don't believe it, forget it! Just pretend that I haven't seen the things above."
Hearing this, the young man hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Mr. Zuotian, don't listen to the nonsense that Monk Wuhe is talking about here... This is really your Japan's ancient writing on it? Are you sure?"
Zuoda Ryuji nodded and said: "I'm sure! You may all know that in ancient Japan, there was only language, but no writing. But the strange thing is that in many places in Japan, caves are full of these strange carvings Weird symbols, according to the paper written by Genichiro Ida, a Ph.D. from the Department of Archeology at the University of Tokyo, Japan, these symbols first appeared in 660 BC, which is the period of Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty in Chinese history."
The young man frowned and said, "Is it such a coincidence?"
Zuotian Ryuji didn't hear what the young man said clearly, so he asked: "What did you say?"
The young man shook his head and said: "Nothing... Mr. Zuotian, you continue..."
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