Paintings of Terror

"This silver tree is the silver tree of the Mongolian court, that is to say, are we in the court now?" Wu You seemed to have realized this.

With the silver light spot completely dissipated, the two of them can already see the surrounding situation clearly.

The magnificent Mongolian buildings and spacious courtyards prove that this place is definitely not the place for ordinary people.

"Perhaps, what the cowhide pocket needs is in the court of the Mongolian Khan." Gu Qingqing said, looking at the house deep in the courtyard-it should be called a palace to be more accurate. "There seems to be no one else here. "

The two girls walked out from under the huge silver tree, without the shade of the tree, and then realized that it seemed to be very dry outside.

"Let's go, let's go to the palace over there to try our luck." Wu You is a straight boy, ready to do it when he thinks about it.

"Wait," Gu Qingqing slowed down, "Look, Wu You, there are a few **** dots on the brick floor, which seem to be still moving."

Wu You looked over there, there were indeed a few big dots, the color was very strong and dark: "That's not the sewer's horse gourd cover, right?"

Gu Qingqing was speechless for a while: I have never heard of such advanced facilities in the Mongolian court.

Wu You boldly pulled Gu Qingqing towards the **** spots. The black spots said they moved, rather than a kind of trembling, as if they were blown by the wind. What's more bizarre is that you can see if you observe carefully. Some black spots have some thin black filaments pulled out, like...hair?

"My God!!" Wu You exclaimed, trembling fingers pointed to the distance, only to see a few large black spots over there quickly moving towards this side, if you look closely, there seems to be limbs around these black spots. Stretching out.

The two people hurriedly backed up a few steps. Who knows, these black spots also moved with them, and in the end they surrounded them.

The two girls dared not make a sound for a while, Wu You tightly covered the cowhide pocket on his chest.

Gu Qingqing looked at these black spots that slowly gathered, as if thinking of something, and then looked up at the big sun hanging above her head in the sky, and then at her feet, her expression a little confused for a while.

Wu You's heart touched her throat. She clearly saw that these irregular black spots on the ground protruded "thorns" together, and each black spot stretched out towards the two of them. A sharp "thorn" like the tip of a knife.

Wu Youzhuang said courageously: "We are willing to go with you, as long as we don't hurt us."

For a moment, all the black spots stopped the forward stab action, and then slowly retracted their "stabs", and quickly "arranged troops" again, changing the circled team into a neat line A vertical row, moving forward.

Gu Qingqing and Wu You could only follow behind.

"Qingqing, what are you talking about?" Wu You asked his companion in a low voice.

"I think it might be a shadow."

"Shadow?" Wu You looked at his feet subconsciously, because it was noon, so his shadow was only a small mass under his feet, the area was about the same as those large black spots, but the color was much lighter.

"It's strange, our shadows are as shallow as a watermark." Wu You expressed his doubts, "How can the shadows of those people be so dark and thick? I have never seen such a dark shadow, just It's like splashing a large pool of thick ink on the ground."

"I don't think about this. I guess that the owners of these shadows should be guards of the Mongolian court, but for some reason, we can't see their entities." Gu Qingqing was puzzled.

If these **** dots are all human shadows, they really look more and more similar. You can even see the clues that these "guards" are wearing from the edges of the shadows-they should all be wearing armor and equipped with sharp weapons.

But these shadows are silent and unnaturally dark, as if the black of the whole world is concentrated here.

After a while, the two people were led by the shadows of these guards into a courtyard. The building inside was a typical yurt-style palace with a golden roof.

"Here, it should be the golden account of the Mongolian Great Khan." Although very nervous, Gu Qingqing still couldn't hide his excitement.

As soon as I walked into the yard, I could hear the loud talk inside.

It turns out that this world is not completely silent, but these sounds are like the music played by the silver angel on the silver tree, with a strange distortion.

The shadows of the guards stopped in the courtyard, divided into two neat rows and stayed in front of the palace gate, as if guarding the place.

"Do they mean to let us in?" Wu You had a dry mouth because of tension, and cleared his throat unnaturally.

Gu Qingqing's situation is not much better, sweat is always on her forehead, and the two of them have no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.

The inside of the golden account should be Mongolian sweat?

Who are the people who talk about it? Although the emotions of these people can be heard, the two girls do not understand what they are saying.

"Why do I hear those people talking so weird? Especially the accent, it sounds a bit like a foreigner..." Wu You stepped forward slowly.

Gu Qingqing also listened carefully to the words of the people inside. It seemed that those people were arguing about something, and it was very intense. Gu Qingqing seemed to have heard a word-Saracens.

"Wu You, I seem to know who these people are..." Gu Qingqing's voice was extremely low, and Wu You walked into the gate of the palace. The two used the "cover" of the pillars to stay in a clever position - here Not only escaped from the shadow of those guards, but did not completely expose his figure in the palace.

Wu You heard Gu Qingqing's words and his eyes lit up: "Who is it?"

"This really happened during the period described in Rubrook's "East Journey". Meng Ge Da Khan was a monarch who advocated freedom of belief, because missionaries of various sects came to this steppe victor. The palace was preaching, so Mengge Khan simply gathered these missionaries together and let them have a debate on theology.” Gu Qingqing’s voice seemed to have light, and the light came from the content of her words. Illuminated this spacious palace, illuminating this peculiar era full of killing but defending a certain freedom.

"Various sects?" Wu You hid behind the big pillars and secretly looked at the center of the palace. There was a low table inlaid with gold. In addition to fruit and mare cumin, there was pen, ink, paper and ink on the table.

No one was seen around the table, and even the throne on the front seat was empty.

That should belong to the throne of Mengge Khan, but it is empty at the moment.

On the table inlaid with gold treasures, there is a western-style silver candlestick. The candlelight is bright, casting shadows on the four walls of the golden tent.

Shadows are human shadows, about a dozen, some are sitting, some are standing, and some are gesticulating fiercely. The movements of these people and their voices work together to create a particularly wonderful "shadow drama."

Gu Qingqing lowered his head to ponder Wu You's question just now: "Yes, all kinds of sects, including the'Saracens' mentioned by someone just now, are what they said to Muslims in Europe in the 12th century; and what is represented by Rubrook Christianity; even the heretical Nestorianism of Christianity at the time; besides these, there are Buddhist monks, Taoist priests... Maybe there are other sects, but I don’t remember that clearly."

Wu You was already dumbfounded, and he couldn't imagine that so many sectarians gathered in a tent of a Mongolian sweat! There are Christianity, Muslims, monks, and Taoists!

"Is this true? This, this is just too much like a painting."

"This is a historical fact." Gu Qingqing said affirmatively. "There is a special record of this in the "History of Chinese Christians". Meng Ge Dahan ordered no one to speak provocative or abusive remarks to others. Nor can it provoke chaos, and offenders will be put to death.

"So, this is bound to be a fierce and orderly theological debate."

Although everything experienced here was strange, it refreshed Wu You's understanding of the world time and time again.

"Qingqing, these people don't understand the language? Is there an interpreter here?" Wu You looked at the shadows on the walls of the tent. Some of them were guards holding weapons, while the others had their own postures, and some were sitting freely. Some fierce gestures, and some even sang a song. They didn't understand what they were singing. Maybe it was a song from a certain sect.

"You can still understand what they are saying by listening carefully. I think the world probably omitted the translation, in order to make communication more convenient." Gu Qingqing has found Mengge Khan in the figure, and he did not sit down. On the throne, but standing burly on the side, listened carefully to everyone's debate.

I don't know if it is an illusion or something, Mengge Khan seems to make a beckoning gesture.

That's right, it was a beckoning action, exactly in the direction of two people. Although this action is very light, it has an undoubted deterrent.

"We should go." Gu Qingqing calmly walked out from behind the pillar-it would not look good to let the guard come and pull it.

"Isn't there a debate now? What sect do we represent?" Wu You lowered his head and followed Gu Qingqing, "What religion do you believe?"

"..." Gu Qingqing was questioned by Wu You. While bowing his head and walking forward with a pious posture, he pondered this question-what religion do you believe? I always thought that I was a complete atheist, but people always have faith in their hearts. What do they believe in?

Mengge sweated in a calm tone and said something to the two in a strange tone.

Although these words are a bit difficult to understand, the two of them understood most of them. Meng Ge Khan asked these two new missionaries to express their position and explain their doctrine.

Wu You is completely confused. Although his grandma often burns incense and worships the Buddha, he does not have a clear belief position, and even dreamed of going to church for a wedding when he was a child.

After going through the paintings these days, I have gradually learned about the witchcraft and other things that once really existed. Although I believed, I was not convinced, so this is not a belief.

Wu You was stupefied to see the shadows cast by herself and Gu Qingqing on the tent. Those two shadows were actually much darker than those in the yard just now. Although they are much shallower than people in this world, they seem to be able to feel the difference. The individual's shadow is slowly deepening, as if it has been infected by other shadows, and is slowly turning into the same black as theirs.

Wu You looked at his hand subconsciously, and it was not so clear. To be precise, he was a little faint, as if he was slowly becoming "transparent".

Could it be that if you stay here for a long time, you will lose your entity and become a complete shadow?

Can you leave here?

Can you leave this palace?

Can you leave this world attracted by the silver tree?

Can you still leave this painting?

"Honorable Mongolian Khan, what we advocate is science." Wu You heard Gu Qingqing's voice echoing in the Mongolian golden tent.