Boss, I'm a Peregrine Falcon, Don't Order Me Around Like an Owl!

Dunhuang Mogao Caves, Cave 321: Eleven-Headed, Six-Armed Guanyin, Early Tang Dynasty.

"No flash photography! No flash photography!"

The administrator kept a close eye on Old You, never leaving his side. Even with Special Affairs Bureau staff accompanying him, smiling apologetically and putting in good words for him, the man's attitude did not soften in the slightest:

"These murals are extremely fragile! Forget strong light—even a few more visitors breathing out carbon dioxide and water vapor can damage them!"

What nonsense!

If flash photography was forbidden, then how had the photographs in academic papers and the Complete Collection of Chinese Art albums been taken?!

And those albums they sold at the entrance to the scenic area—how had the pictures inside them been taken?!

Professionals could make exceptions to take photos. I'm here on behalf of professionals, so why am I being discriminated against?!

Even so, he could not simply chase the administrator away, nor could he turn into a peregrine falcon and sneak in at midnight to take pictures.

Under the administrator's murderous glare, he tried his best to take several photos. When he checked the results, they were still nothing but a blur. Helplessly, he called Shen Le and received the following instructions:

"Then don't take any more. They're murals anyway. Hmm, buy me one of the related albums. It would be even better if they have high-definition digital photos."

"Oh, right. Dunhuang Academy once counted more than forty depictions of Thousand-Hand, Thousand-Eyed Guanyin painted throughout the ages among the 492 caves at Mogao Caves. Ask whether they have an album for them. Whether they do or not, ask them to take you to photograph a few more representative ones!"

Old You carried out the instructions faithfully. It was impossible to photograph more than forty murals in one go. He