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The guide led the group along the cliff face.

The first wooden door opened.

The cave was very dark.

As the guide's cold light swept across the wall, bodhisattvas, flying apsaras, and sutra illustrations gradually appeared.

No one spoke.

Even Xu An'an, who is usually the most boisterous, slowed her pace.

The nine-story building in Cave 96 is the symbol of Mogao Grottoes.

The Maitreya Buddha statue, which is over 30 meters tall, sits against the cliff face, with its head close to the top of the cave.

Everyone standing at the foot of the Buddha statue appeared extremely small.

The guide explains.

"This Maitreya Buddha statue was first built during the Wu Zhou period and has been repaired many times in later generations."

"It is the largest existing painted sculpture in the Mogao Grottoes."

Xu An'an looked up for a long time.

She didn't speak until the group moved.

"People standing here suddenly stopped making a fuss."

Wang Ye nodded: "Then watch quietly."

Cave 17, the Library Cave.

The space, less than ten square meters, once housed more than 50,000 scriptures, documents, and works of art.

Traces of the cave being sealed off remain.

The atmosphere in the group grew even more somber when the guide mentioned that a large number of cultural relics had been scattered overseas.

Shen Zhiwei stood at the door, her fingers clenching tightly.

"This small place has contained an entire era."

"But in the end, they scattered all over the world."

Wang Ye said, "The cultural relics that have been dispersed will one day slowly return."

Shen Zhiwei didn't reply, but simply nodded.

Inside Cave 45, a row of painted sculptures from the Tang Dynasty are displayed.

The Buddha, his disciples, bodhisattvas, and heavenly kings each have their own expressions.

When the guiding light fell on the face of the Bodhisattva, Su Qingyan stopped in her tracks.

The painted sculpture has a gentle smile on its lips.

The folds of the clothing drape naturally from the shoulders.

Su Qingyan stared at it for a long time.

Wang Ye stood next to her.

"like?"

"Um."

Su Qingyan's voice was very soft.

"Her smile is very gentle."

"Looking at her brings me peace."

Wang Ye did not disturb them.

Su Qingyan didn't catch up until the group behind her was ready to move.

Cave 257, "The Jataka of the Nine-Colored Deer".

The story in the picture book is now truly in front of you.

The nine-colored deer saved a drowning person, only to be betrayed by them.

The ancient murals still retain clear lines and colors.

Xu An'an gently gritted her teeth.

"This person is so evil."

"Even the debt of saving a life can be sold."

Shen Zhiwei responded in a low voice.

"That's why this story has been passed down for over a thousand years."

"Kindness is precious, but betrayal has never disappeared."

In Cave 158, a huge Nirvana statue lies on its side on a Buddha bed.

His face was calm, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

The disciples around him were grieving, but the Buddha remained extremely peaceful.

Life and death, joy and sorrow, all remain in one cave.

Cave 220 is a representative cave from the early Tang Dynasty. It contains a clear date: 642 AD, the sixteenth year of the Zhenguan era.

The guide light slowly swept across the wall.

In the painting "Emperor Listening to the Law", the emperor and his ministers stand in rows, their clothes are neat and their presence is magnificent.

The "Medicine Buddha Sutra Transformation Picture" on the north wall is even more lively.

The musicians played instruments such as the konghou, pipa, and transverse flute.

Two dancers face each other, twirling and leaping, their sashes billowing outwards, as if they might step out of the mural at any moment.

The guide explains.

"Some scholars believe that this may represent the Sogdian Whirl Dance that was popular in the Tang Dynasty."

Xu An'an stared at the mural for a long time.

"The people painted on the wall actually have a sense of movement."

Shen Zhiwei pushed up her glasses.

"The Dunhuang murals are not static decorations."

"Music, dance, clothing, and social life are all recorded in it."

Wang Ye looked up at the lines that had remained graceful even after thousands of years.

"This is equivalent to a Tang Dynasty video without sound."

Finally, we entered Cave 285.

This cave was carved during the Western Wei Dynasty and is one of the earliest existing caves in Mogao Grottoes with a clear date of construction.

After the guide lights were turned on, everyone quickly noticed that it was different from the other caves.

Fuxi holds a square, and Nuwa holds a compass.

Traditional Chinese mythological figures appear on the cave ceiling.

Surrounding it are Indian flying apsaras, Western sun gods, and Buddhist deities.

Deities from different regions and belief systems were depicted together in a single cave.

"That's what the guide said."

"Mr. Duan Wenjie, the former director of the Dunhuang Academy, once referred to Cave 285 as the 'Palace of Pantheons'."

"This is also one of the most direct witnesses to the convergence of diverse cultures in Dunhuang."

Su Qingyan looked up at the top of the cave.

"They originally came from different civilizations."

"Yet they coexisted here for over a thousand years."

Shen Zhiwei spoke softly.

"Dunhuang has never been just a city on the Silk Road."

"It's more like a crossroads where civilizations meet."

The tour guide turned off the cold light.

The cave returned to darkness.

The group did not leave immediately.

They only slowed their pace and walked out of the wooden door one by one as the next group of visitors approached.

After visiting the eight caves, the group returned to the sunlight.

The cliff face is densely packed with caves.

Wooden eaves are distributed among them.

The Dangquan River flows past in front, with the Sanwei Mountain standing across the river.

The guide gave the final introduction.

"There are currently 735 caves at Mogao Grottoes."

"The murals cover an area of ​​45,000 square meters, and there are more than 2,400 painted sculptures."

"Starting in 366 AD, the excavation and construction continued for ten centuries."

What you see today is only a very small part.

Xu An'an turned to look at the cliff face.

"More than 700 caves."

"We only looked at eight."

"Suddenly, I feel like one day is never enough."

Shen Zhiwei pushed up her glasses.

"Therefore, cultural heritage cannot be visited only once."

"The caves that are opened each time are different, and the conservation status will also be adjusted accordingly."

Wang Ye raised his action camera and only photographed the exterior of the cave area.

"The main footage here can't be edited haphazardly."

"Since there were no images inside the cave, we supplemented them with licensed materials from the Digital Center and exterior shots."

"The main point is why people have been carving caves here for thousands of years."

Shen Zhiwei looked at him.

"This time, the approach is correct."

Wang Ye smiled.

"Consultant Shen is praising someone in a subtle way again."

"I'm just confirming the direction."

"Being stubborn is also part of the team culture."

After leaving the Mogao Caves in the evening, the five of them returned to their campsite to change their clothes.

At 8 p.m., the group entered the Shazhou Night Market.

Warm yellow lanterns covered the streets.

Flying apsara patterns appear on walls and signs.

The smoky aroma of lamb skewers, the oily fragrance of beef patties with scallions, and the sweet and sour taste of apricot juice are all mixed together.

Xu An'an, holding a large glass of apricot juice, regained her energy.

"This tastes good."

"It's sweet and sour, and it's incredibly refreshing and perfect for cutting through greasiness."

Wang Ye bought several skewers of roasted mutton.

"Drink slowly, we're having donkey meat noodles later."

"Is there any food left?"

Xu An'an's eyes lit up instantly.

"Chairman, why didn't you say so sooner?"

"Weren't you just immersed in a thousand years of art?"

"Culture is culture, and practical matters are practical matters! The two systems operate independently."

The group walked up to the yellow noodle stall.

The chef grabbed the dough, stretched it, folded it in half, and then tossed it apart.

The thin noodles were constantly being shaped in his hands, and the movements were extremely fast.

After the yellow noodles are cooked, top them with minced shiitake mushrooms and diced donkey meat sauce, and finally sprinkle with chopped green onions.

Xu An'an took a bite and nodded repeatedly.

"This is delicious too."

"Dunhuang cuisine is winning big."

Shen Zhiwei returned with several mural bookmarks in her hand.

"Every time you go to a city, you declare the local cuisine the best."

"The champions can be tied," Xu An'an replied confidently.

Folk songs drifted from the depths of the night market, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

The lanterns stretched overhead, and the streets were still bustling with people.

Wang Ye looked at the four women beside him.

The system notification sounded again the next second.

[The system detected that the host has completed an in-depth tour of the Mogao Grottoes.]

[A new cultural side quest has been triggered.]

[Mission Objective: Locate a Dunhuang artifact that has been lost overseas and facilitate its return.]

[Task Reward: One Mystery Blind Box.]

Wang Ye suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Dunhuang artifacts lost overseas?

The difficulty of this task has suddenly increased significantly.

Wang Ye was internally ranting and raving.

I'm just a fragile, super-rich guy who drives around in a 30 million yuan RV.

The transnational pursuit of cultural relics is such a demanding operation, and the difficulty is truly beyond the scope of what is expected.

However, there is no time limit for this task.

Wang Ye's main principle is to avoid internal strife.

This task doesn't need to be addressed for now. I'll definitely take care of it when I have the chance to travel abroad in the future.

"Chairman, what are you daydreaming about?"

Xu An'an held a skewer of roasted lamb in her hand, her big eyes full of confusion.

"I am contemplating the grand themes of world peace and cultural heritage."

Wang Ye read the random reply without changing his expression.

Xu An'an rolled her eyes dramatically on the spot.

"I don't believe you for a second!"

"You're definitely planning where to eat something delicious tomorrow!"

After the five of them had eaten and drunk their fill, they strolled back to their camp along the night market streets.

The massive body of the Apollo Dominion X is extremely imposing in the night.

Back in the car, the air conditioning was blowing a comfortable breeze.

Four top beauties took turns showering in the luxurious bathroom with its separate wet and dry areas.

Half an hour later, another high-quality human pajama showcase took place in the RV living area.

Xu An'an changed into a pink, extremely short silk slip dress, the G-cup breasts that defied all laws of physics tightening the two thin shoulder straps.

As she dried her hair, the ups and downs created an overwhelming sense of visual pressure.

Su Qingyan wore a pure white spaghetti strap nightgown, revealing a pair of long, straight, and fair legs. Her cool and aloof face was flushed slightly after her bath.

Liu Ruoxi wore a wine-red, deep-V lace nightgown, which perfectly showcased her mature, peach-like curves.

Shen Zhiwei was the last to come out.

Today she wore a relatively conservative black ice silk short-sleeved pajama top and silk trousers.

However, the size of this pajama set is obviously too small, and her impressive D-cup figure, which was not meant to be hidden, cannot be concealed at all. The fabric is stretched to the point of being semi-transparent.

She wore silver half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

This extreme contrast between abstinence and sensuality is incredibly potent.

Wang Ye leaned back on the leather sofa, holding a can of iced cola, enjoying the view.

"Ladies, get some rest."

"Get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning."

After finishing the last sip of his cola, Wang Ye immediately issued the notice.

Xu An'an's big eyes widened in surprise.

"Five o'clock?!"

"Chairman, are you crazy?!"

"A skinny working person needs plenty of sleep; getting up at 5 a.m. would kill me!"

Wang Ye stood up and waved his hand.

"We're going to watch the sunrise at Mingsha Mountain and Crescent Lake tomorrow."

"If you go too late, the sun won't wait for you."

"Whoever can't get up will stay in the car and watch the house tomorrow."

After saying that, Wang Ye turned around and walked into the rear-facing independent master bedroom.

The master bedroom has a soft and comfortable bed.

Wang Ye had just lain down not long ago.

The doorknob made a very soft sound.

Click.

The door was pushed open a crack, and then the deadbolt was pressed.

Wang Ye raised his head.

Shen Zhiwei walked in barefoot on the carpet, carrying a thin laptop.

"Director Shen, why are you checking on me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

……

(My neck still hurts so much, I'm going to sleep and rest now, I'll continue writing tomorrow! Two chapters, over six thousand words, I still managed to finish.)

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