"Unless what?" The little guy asked out of curiosity as he was half-heartedly talking.
"It's nothing. Mr. Nan, let's go in and have a look." No matter how precocious the little guy is, he is only a child under six years old. Naturally, Feng Weihuan will not say much about these strange things.
Nan Ming said "hmm" and continued walking forward.
There seemed to be murals on the walls along the way, but perhaps due to age or other reasons, they were all mottled and it was impossible to see what was painted.
The hole slowly narrowed, like a gourd. After passing the most cramped part in the middle, it suddenly became clear again.
There were still some damaged clay statues inside. Feng Weihuan carefully identified them, but still couldn't identify what kind of Bodhisattva the clay statues were.
However, after looking more closely, I could vaguely see that it was a female Bodhisattva.
"Auntie, look!"
Feng Weihuan was still looking down with his head down, suddenly listening to the little guy's crisp voice.
She looked up and saw a faint light coming from another direction. The two ends of the cave were actually connected.
And that thin layer of light happened to hit a clay statue of the same height.
Compared to the fragmented clay statues along the way, this statue is complete except that it has no hands, no ears, and is missing part of its head.
For some reason, when she saw the statue, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Holding the little guy's hand, she couldn't help but walk towards the statue.
Nan Ming looked at her, his usually gentle face became solemn, and he couldn't help but tighten his hands holding the wooden branches.
The statue stands barefoot on the waves, its clothes fluttering, and the expression on its face is not compassion, but perseverance and calmness.
This face...
Feng Weihuan felt like he had seen her before, but for a moment he had no clue.
"Auntie, I want to go out and have a look." The little guy had no interest in a bunch of clay sculptures.
"Wait a minute-" Feng Weihuan suddenly stopped talking and stared down at Feng Jiayu.
Through her small and tender face, she seemed to see her eldest brother Feng Danyuan's peerless appearance that could captivate a city or a country.
The familiarity of the statue comes from this face.
But how could an unknown sculpture in a cave look like her eldest brother? No, the statue looked to be at least hundreds of years old, so it should be her eldest brother who looked a bit like the statue.
There seemed to be wind blowing in at the entrance of the cave, and the sound of "ding bells" sounded inside the cave.
Feng Weihuan suddenly came to his senses and couldn't help but hold Feng Jiayu's hand tightly.
"Auntie, it hurts..." the little guy said dissatisfied.
"Xiaoyu, did you hear anything?" Feng Weihuan suspected that it was his imagination.
"I heard it. Look, there is a string of things at her feet."
The little guy said this and was about to run over, but Feng Weihuan held him back and refused to let go.
A long and slender hand picked up the thing and handed it to Feng Weihuan: "It's a string of bells."
Feng Weihuan took it and looked at it carefully.
To be precise, it is a bracelet with two small bells hanging on it.
This piece of jewelry was an old item, and the color of the bracelet and bell were very dim and dusty. If the wind had not blown by and the bells had not made a sound, she would not have noticed it at all.
wind--
Feng Weihuan looked forward in surprise. The entrance to the cave was covered with layers of vines, and the light was weak. Even if the wind could blow in, it wouldn't be able to make the bells ring, right?
But just now she and Xiaoyu really heard the sound of the bell.
