Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 579 Ba Yao

Seeing her interest in the wall, Yingzi bravely climbed up and examined it inch by inch, constantly talking to her to dispel her fears: "Madam, could this be a local temple to some deity? We used to have a small temple like this in our village. It was very small, only about the height of a person, and the deities enshrined in it were not found in Chang'an City."

China has a vast territory and countless gods. The more remote the place, the more likely it is that such small gods will be born.

Jiang Shangxian, looking at the wall, replied, "I heard that there are more gods in Tianzhu than people, and several gods look after one citizen."

This is a bit of a joke, but the problem with Third Brother is not a modern one. He is not a normal person at all.

At that time, India's population was about 60 to 70 million, but their Hinduism claimed to have 333 million gods. What does this mean?

Our country's counterpart assistance is still one-to-one, but they have already achieved ineffective assistance of many-to-one in terms of feudal superstition.

Even in the 21st century, when India's population has reached 1.4 billion, these 300 million gods can still achieve the strength of one helping four ordinary people. This is simply outrageous.

Yingzi had never heard of such a thing before, and immediately laughed: "Then the people in this place must be very rich..."

Jiang Shangxian was just about to say that their place was not as good as ours when he heard her suddenly shout, "Madam, there's something on the wall!"

"What is that!" Xiao Jiang immediately ran over and squatted on the ground.

"Look, I just accidentally scraped off this piece, and it turns out there seems to be color inside." Yingzi didn't understand these gods and Buddhas, but she knew that normal temples and Taoist temples, and even in their own homes, didn't paint the inside of the wall and then cover it up.

Jiang Shangxian glanced at the small piece she had scraped off, then took out his dagger and asked, "Look carefully at your hand. There's something strange going on here. I hope there's nothing dirty on the wall."

"Not dirty."

Seeing her scraping the wall, Yingzi took out her own small dagger and helped. "I don't know what this wall is made of. It feels rough to the touch, but when I scrape it off, there's not even a speck of dust. The people in Lingnan have a much better life than in my old village."

According to the Jiang family's tradition, while working, one cannot keep his mouth idle, and he has to chatter for a few words before he will stop.

As soon as he really started scraping, Jiang Shangxian noticed the peculiarity of the wall. No wonder Yingzi said that the dust would not fall off. Apart from the dust left by the years, the wall itself really did not fall off.

Because this wall paint feels soft, and it is not like ordinary wall paint at all. It falls off in pieces when you peel it off. This one can be peeled off as a whole piece, but the size of each piece is strangely consistent - about the size of four palms.

"Leek white! Leek white!" Jiang Shangxian looked at the area in front of him that he had scraped off and called for help without hesitation.

The guards ran back immediately without any hesitation. Hearing the noise, Jiang Shangxian's eyes were still fixed on the wall: "Quick, peel off the wall, there is something behind it!"

Without her saying anything, everyone noticed this and immediately took action.

By the time all the wall paint was peeled off, Jiang Shangxian's soup was ready. Due to limited conditions, he could only make do with the Hu pancake and the meat sauce soup.

She walked along the wall with her bowl of rice and finally started looking from the left.

No one would have imagined that there was such a colorful mural hidden beneath the wall.

Although the painting is simple and has a slight abstraction unique to the era, the colors are rich enough to make people barely let out a few farts when looking at the pictures.

"Madam, what does it say?" Yingzi also squatted on the ground with a bowl in her hand. Her bowl contained torn Hu pancakes. Because she was holding the torch for Jiang Shangxian with one hand, she could drink directly from the bowl.

There were many people painted on the wall, and many patterns similar to stone carvings, but she couldn't understand what they were doing.

Jiang Shangxian explained to her while sorting out his thoughts: "This is telling a story."

"Story? What story?" Yingzi likes to listen to stories. She knows that her wife is the best storyteller.

Seeing Jiubai and the others gathered around with their bowls in hand, Jiang Shangxian said, "This is a former Gu Po from the Xiou tribe. Her name... should be Layao."

"Gu Po?"

These two words made Jiubai and the others who were originally happily waiting to listen to Jiang Shangxian's story change their expressions and looked at the statue vigilantly. Although the woman in the front mural was young, the one in the back mural was an adult, and it was obviously the same person as the statue.

The woman named Wu Sanniang who was captured by Cui Bianxu left a deep impression on them.

Jiang Shangxian, however, seemed oblivious, immersed in this truly magnificent mural. "Every generation of the Xiou clan has produced a woman capable of communicating with the ancestral deity, Buluotuo. This woman is known as a Gu Po. However, these Gu Pos are usually chosen from among several young ladies after reaching adulthood. However, Ba Yao is different..."

This mural was still a little too unclear. If she hadn't heard Liu Manqiang give her some general ideas before, she would definitely have used two different translation methods when looking at this mural.

"It says here that she could communicate with snakes and insects in the mountains at the age of five, and by the age of nine, she had become the tribe's Gu Po."

Generally speaking, the lifespan of a Gu Po of the Xiou tribe could reach 150 years old if she did not get married. However, the Gu Po before Layao died mysteriously the day before she turned nine.

The coincidences are so great that one cannot help but become superstitious.

If she were in a place where Han people lived, they might think that the Layao child was unlucky, but among the Xiou people, she was given a divine aura.

"So awesome!" Yingzi didn't understand everything, but she felt it was impressive.

When she was four or five years old and collecting firewood in the mountains, she prayed every day that a stupid rabbit would crash into her and die so that she could have some meat, but it never happened.

Although they are both children, this one is really amazing.

Jiang Shangxian nodded: "She is very powerful."

Layao is a hundred times more outstanding than any other Gu Po in the history of Xiouzu. As for how outstanding she is, Jiang Shangxian doesn't know, and it is not specifically drawn above. But what is certain is that she has a very huge snake Gu as her mount and protector, accompanying her.

Because starting from the murals that depicted La Yao becoming a Gu Po at the age of nine, this giant snake appears as a guard and mount in almost every mural.

Jiang Shangxian didn't know exactly how big this snake was, but judging from the murals, it must have been incredibly large. In many pictures, the people of the Xiou tribe prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed deeply with great respect and awe when they saw the snake.

From this, it is not difficult to see that the status of this snake Gu must have been very high at that time.