Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 1 My Mouse Experience

I sat in the dunes and I was stunned. Extremely visionary, with a vast sea of sand. Several wild camels wandered in the distance. Without waiting for me to get close, they sprinkled their hooves and ran off, more cunning than a family camel. I walked two or three hours deep and shallow on the sand dunes, spinning around, really tired. Without the GPS, without discerning where I am, it's no use walking around like this. Fortunately, it's the autumn of October, and although it's dry, the desert temperatures are still bearable. But looking at some westerly sloping sun, I can't help but bite my lips. As long as the sun goes down and I don't have any camping equipment to spend the night in the desert, even if I don't starve to death, I'll freeze to death.

Blinked and tranced, it has not recovered from the dizziness of the first landing. Lift your left hand and look at the time on your wrist crossing the watch, sighing. The third crossing was declared unsuccessful. However, compared to the previous two, there has been progress, at least landing.

It's been over a year since the mouse joined this crossover project. I was a graduate student of the Department of History, and I followed my mentor, a nationally renowned professor of history, in the coaching of this project. But when those biologists saw me, they had to give me a physical exam and come to the conclusion that my physique was the best fit to cross.

Original volunteers, many trials, none of them succeeded. So the Group dissolved them, and then took my word for it. As a professional, it is incumbent upon me to unravel the hierarchical historical mystery and restore the truth. Who can go back to ancient history? Successfully, I am the first person of all time, of great significance to be recorded in history.

I am a very career-minded girl, and the credo of life is, "Read 10,000 volumes, do 10,000 miles, listen to 10,000 people." I've always hoped that one day academic achievement will be comparable to that of my boss —— that is, my mentor, who is called boss in college. So when I was passionate, I was overlooked by a group of experts who were very passionate about their work.

In the first trial, I fell less than half a minute after disappearing on the test bench. I can't remember anything but extreme nausea in emptying. Instruments like the Carbon 14 Detector Latitude and Latitude GPS Laptop Digital Camera DV, etc. that you intend to take with you, are all damaged by high-frequency, high-radiation oscillations. The Group concluded that electronic equipment could not be carried. So after half a month in bed, I suddenly trained for three months in hand tools, including the use of Luoyang shovels.

The second trial went one step further, and I disappeared for more than a decade. I fell on the lawn outside the lab just as everyone was happy and ready to celebrate the feast. When I woke up, I remembered seeing urban streets and crowds in the fog of Tengyun, which should be the layout and clothing of the Han Dynasty. But before I landed, a lot of suction caught me again. The various handmade tools on your back split into pieces.

According to my report, the Group inferred that the reversal of time and space was more likely to have fallen 2,000 years ago, so I studied the history of Qin Han as I slept in bed. I was caught learning sketches, drawing floorplans and engineering drawings before the wounds were fixed, and the research team finally gave up the idea of having me carry a large tool with a small, easy to fold simple tool.

After nearly six months of drawing, the test bench was again improved to look like a CT machine. I'm on my way with a stack of sketchbooks and pencils. Before the trip, the boss repeatedly advised not to throw away any white garbage belonging to the twenty-first century in ancient times, which would cause trouble for future archaeologists and historians.

This time I finally landed after tending to cloud fog, and it was a soft landing because there was no damage from falling into the sand. But when it was clearly identified, I found it worse landing in the desert. I have been walking for two or three hours without being able to find references to human or human activity, so I am not sure if I have traveled to ancient times. I can only be sure: I left the lab.

I don't have water, food and medicine because it gets contaminated by high-radiation crossing machines. The modified NORTHFACE backpack contains only Swiss Army knives, compasses, laundry changing, notebooks, simple archaeological tools, a large stack of sketches and pencils, and crushed gold and silver that can be used as currency, among other things. None of them can help in this situation. Looks like we'll have to abandon this experiment and go back and let them continue to improve, at least someplace else. I sigh, not without frustration. But the sun is going down, and I have to hurry, or the machine won't start without enough solar power.

Flip out the hat of my radiation jacket in my Han suit and cover the entire head. Bring gloves too, zip up. Lift your left hand, point that oversized watch shape through the sun, open the bumper, and count in your heart: 1, 2, 3...

On the count of 10, still no movement. Keep counting, to 20, 50, 100...

No way. What the hell is going on here? I pulled my hat off, stared at the fucking watch, didn't move. Take a shot, it's still quiet. Aim for the sun and stay still. I took off this stupid watch, and the light was still not green.

The wind rises and the sun is covered in yellow sand. This thing is powered by solar energy, and I don't know which desert of the dynasty I'm going to lose!

I jumped up, pointing to the Heavenly Scolding Group: If you don't let me bring water and food, you let me bring a pile of dead money. But in my condition, what's the use of the money? I knew that the broken watch would break, and even if I had to be exposed to radiation, I would insist on bringing water and food. I've been pushed three times in that damn machine, haven't I been exposed to radiation? Instead of starving me to death, I'd rather be choked to death by radiated bread.

I swallowed a sip of sand and ended scolding. The sun went down quickly and it was cold in the desert. My radiation jacket keeps the wind out, but I'm thirsty and hungry. As he shrugged and shiverly climbed to the nearest sand dune, he could see fluorescent lights in the dark. I've never seen a warmer light before...

I can't remember how long I've been walking in the dark, windy, horrible desert, but when I fell into that campfire, I was starving and blurred and thirsty and cracked my mouth. Identifying several tents in the campfire, there were voices, there were camels, I rushed into a tent with green light in my eyes, and I fell down.