Acai's Sky

Chapter 933: Wisdom Eyes Dreaming: The Rebirth of Nian Civilization 1

Dunhuang Starry Night: Flying Apsaras' Silver Dance

At the moment when the clouds exploded on the top of Mingsha Mountain, the golden powder on the wings of the bird scattered towards Crescent Lake like fallen petals.

Zhitong clenched the primary paintbrush, and before the tip of the brush touched the cliff, the mottled murals in front of him made his fingertips numb - only a few strands of red remained on the flying ribbons, the Bodhisattva's clothes faded to khaki, and even the thousand-year-old smile on the corner of the fairy's lips playing the pipa was blurred by the years.

"Fix the ribbons for Feitian first!" Before Zhitong finished speaking, the starry light from the brush head had already merged into the mural.

Wherever the brush passed, azurite and malachite green spread out like spring water melting ice, and silver sand mixed with gold powder flowed along the tip of the brush, weaving flowing light on the uneven rock wall.

When brushing to the end of the flying ribbon of "Rebounding Pipa", the tip of the pen suddenly froze - there should have been a necklace with twelve linked beads there, but now there are only three remnants left.

Zhitong closed his eyes and searched in his database. The formula of thousand-year-old sesame seed oil mixed with mineral pigments exploded in his mind. He suddenly dipped the brush into the glowing bracelet on his wrist, and the mineral pigments of the prosperous Tang Dynasty sealed in the space talisman came out.

Twelve gilded necklaces solidified one by one as the brush tip rotated. Even the rough edges of the ribbons caused by wind and sand were outlined with silk-like patterns by his fine brush.

朏朏·Tuantuan lay on the edge of the cliff and snorted loudly. The hot air from his nose brushed across the murals, and the newly restored ribbons seemed to be really blown up in the wind.

Zhitong looked at the newly added nine-colored deer pattern on Feitian's sleeves - that was an element copied from Cave 257 of Mogao Grottoes, and finally a proud smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

When the last stroke of cinnabar was applied to the white hair between the Bodhisattva's eyebrows, the entire cliff suddenly glowed, and the restored lines seemed to come alive. The flying ribbons actually swayed gently in the breeze through the cave, and the clear sound of the rebounding pipa seemed to flow out from the mural, startling the sand martins perched on the cliff top, which drew golden arcs in the twilight.

Longmen Foguang: The Rebirth of the Broken Arm of the Stone Buddha

The night breeze on the banks of the Yishui River carried moisture. Zhitong stood at the foot of the Vairocana Buddha, looking up at the giant Buddha whose left arm had been cut off by time.

Moss grew in the cracks of the Buddha's earlobes, and the compassionate smile at the corners of his mouth was weathered and became a little crooked.

Tuantuan squatted on the rocks on the opposite bank, the water splashed by his tail shattering into silver scales in the moonlight. "Little dwarf, can you reach it?"

Zhitong rolled his eyes to the sky, shook his wrist slightly, and the [Primary Brush] suddenly turned into a stream of light and split into millions of fine brushes in the air.

"Look carefully, this is called 'Brush-Split Bone Shaping Technique'!" He drew runes in the void with his fingertips, and the Northern Wei sandstone powder in the space talisman fell like golden rain. The fine pens hovered over the broken arm of the Buddha, and the pen tips exuded the same iron red color as the original rock.

It was ore collected from deep within Longmen Mountain, and its color was perfectly reproduced after analysis.

When the first handful of sandstone powder stuck to the fracture, the stone powder and the original rock made a subtle buzzing sound, as if flesh and blood separated for thousands of years finally recognized each other.

When it came to restoring the Buddha's palm, Zhitong suddenly frowned. The chisel marks of the original palm prints were embedded with graffiti by modern tourists.

He lightly tapped the brush with his fingertips, and the galaxy's light turned into a nano-scale repair fluid, seeping in along the chisel marks, dissolving those abrupt carvings one by one, while preserving every chisel mark left by the Northern Wei craftsmen intact.

“Restoring the old to its original state is not as simple as patching up a piece of stone.” He muttered to the figure squatting above his head, and the tip of his pen lightly outlined the palm of the Buddha. The “Abhaya Mudra” gesture left by the sculptor was finally complete, and the lotus pattern hidden in the palm lines was faintly visible in the moonlight.

When the last piece of sandstone was added to fill the Buddha's arm, a thin mist suddenly rose from the surface of the Yishui River, and the pupils of the Vairocana Buddha seemed to reflect a faint light.

Zhitong looked at his reflection in the Buddha's eyes and suddenly discovered the new flying relief in the folds of the Buddha's clothes. It was an element extracted from the fragments of other caves in Longmen, and was seamlessly embedded by him using "patchwork symbols".

The night wind blew past the Buddha's ears, and the clear sound like a copper bell came from the repaired arm, startling the egrets living in the reed marsh. As they flew over the water, they stepped on the reflection at the feet of the Buddha, creating layers of ripples, as if the giant Buddha was really looking down at this reunion after a thousand years.

Yuanming Rebirth: The Journey of the Animal Heads Through Time and Space

The wild grass at the ruins of the Western Building whimpered in the wind. Zhitong stood among the broken walls, looking at the seven empty spaces for animal heads on the base of the fountain. The bronze animal heads were sawed off by the foreign powers back then, and now only the chisel marks on the base remained to tell of the vicissitudes of life.

Tuantuan suddenly curled up into a fur ball and rolled to his feet, pointing his little paws into the air. "Those iron lumps are crying overseas, and this divine beast can hear them all!"

Zhitong turned his wrist, and the space talisman emitted a purple-gold light. The primary paint turned into a compass, and the pointer spun wildly and pointed directly to the north.

"Hey, I've located the coordinates of the rat head and the rabbit head!" He drew a time and space rune with his fingertips in the center of the compass, and suddenly a display cabinet in a museum in Paris appeared in the rune light. The surface of the bronze animal head in the glass cover actually reflected the ruins of the Old Summer Palace.

The brush suddenly pierced into the void, and the galaxy light turned into a chain, directly hooking the hidden buckle on the neck of the beast head. It was the mortise and tenon structure left by the craftsmen of the Imperial Household Department back then, and it was the mechanism restored by Zhitong from the "Yangshi Leitu".

"Come home with me!" Zhitong shouted, and the talisman chain suddenly tightened.

The lights in the museum suddenly went out. The moment the security guard's footsteps sounded in the corridor, the rat head and the rabbit head turned into two bronze streams of light, passed through the cracks in time and space, and landed steadily on the base of the Yuanming fountain.

When the mortise and tenon joints between the animal heads and the base fit together perfectly, a gurgling sound suddenly came from the Haiyan Hall reservoir under the base. It was Zhitong who used the "Spring-Guiding Talisman" to awaken the water supply system that had been dormant for a hundred years.

More shocking things are yet to come.

Zhitong stood in the center of the Western Building ruins, forming seals with his hands, and twelve rays of light shot up into the sky, pointing to museums in London, New York, Tokyo and other places.

As the talisman light flickered, the animal heads that had returned home, such as the ox head, monkey head, and tiger head, suddenly resonated, and the fragments such as the horse head and pig head from overseas broke free from the display cabinets in the talisman light and flew back to their hometown along the channel of time and space.

When the last horse head fell on the fountain, the entire site was suddenly shrouded in golden light. The Baroque reliefs on the broken wall gradually recovered in the light, and the water column of the fountain rushed into the sky again, reflecting colorful rainbow light in the sunlight.

Tuantuan excitedly flew around the ruins three times. Wherever its tail swept past, the weeds turned into blooming peonies, which contrasted beautifully with the restored Western floral patterns. It was as if the "Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens" a hundred years ago was welcoming her children scattered all over the world back home in the most solemn way.