Hearing this, Feng Danyuan's peach blossom eyes darkened and he said, "Go and have a look."
Now Wei Zi was surprised: didn't he look impatient that he didn't want to stay with his aunt and uncle anymore?
"Okay, okay, you two come with me!" The tour guide's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement.
The Goddess Temple is not big, and the tour guide walked quickly, so the group of people quickly arrived at a side hall.
The side hall is connected to the mountain. When the tour guide opens the door, the old and decayed house, which is completely opposite to the newly decorated main hall, comes oncoming.
Wei Zi immediately understood what the tour guide was thinking: He was waiting for her to donate money to repair it.
Regardless of this level, Wei Zi is quite interested in this side hall.
What you see in the main hall is the excitement, but here is the history.
Although the murals are dilapidated, the rough craftsmanship of ancient painters can still be seen vaguely. The original parchment scrolls were taken to the museum according to the tour guide, but some copies were left for tourists to appreciate. Wei Zi flipped through two volumes.
It can be identified that they are ancient writings from the Western Regions, recording encyclopedia content similar to "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".
"Can I take a photo?" she asked, pointing to the parchment.
"Okay, okay." The tour guide was very polite.
Wei Zi quickly took pictures of all the copies with her mobile phone.
Seeing Feng Danyuan standing in front of a mural without moving for a long time, she walked over.
Feng Danyuan pointed at the murals and said, "Take pictures of these too."
Seeing his solemn expression, Wei Zi knew that there were some things he couldn't say here, so he followed his instructions and took a photo of the mural.
She smiled at the tour guide and asked knowingly: "Why isn't this place protected like the main temple?"
The tour guide who had been smiling all the time sighed heavily: "Our economy here is not rich, and the funds for protecting historical sites are limited..."
Wei Zi asked again: "Are there any private organizations for the protection of historic sites?"
"There are some." The tour guide took out a small notebook like magic, pointed to the red stamp on it and said: "This is a nationally certified folk heritage protection organization. I joined it three years ago."
“So does your conservation organization accept donations?”
"I accept it!" the tour guide smiled, revealing his pink teeth.
Wei Zi readily transferred 20,000 yuan based on the bank card account number provided by the tour guide.
"Let me write you a donation certificate... Tell me your name and ID card information. Firstly, we can write your name when we repair this place. Secondly, you can get some tax deductions according to regulations.
of......"
"No need. Since it's a good deed, I won't leave my name. You can show us around again."
"Okay, okay!"
The tour guide enthusiastically took the two of them to visit the inside and outside of the Goddess Temple, but except for the side hall with murals, the two of them found nothing more.
After leaving the Goddess Temple, Wei Zi immediately exported the photo of the mural and asked Feng Danyuan: "Is there anything strange?"
His slender fingers slid over several photos, pointing to a mural with only one-third of it visible clearly, and said: "The entire picture of this mural is a female baby riding a white Kui, leading the Son of God and the remnants of Jiuli.
Fight against the human race. Look here, these people are dressed as the ancient Jiuli tribe."
Seeing Wei Zi's puzzled expression.
He explained: "I saw this mural in the temple after I conquered the Western Regions."
