Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 15: I Wear It Again!

I touch my body, soft, fine. Open your eyes again, and the large sun will go straight into your eyes and close your eyes. The landing site, like the last one, landed in the desert again. Looks like I'm really connected to the desert, but I don't know if the age and location are the same. I climbed up and checked that my belongings were intact before looking at the improved time-transfer table. Fortunately, the lights were green, indicating that everything was fine, and that the group of scientists had been powerless for five months. Learning from the last lesson, solar energy was too unstable, so this time they stopped using solar power and switched to a sophisticated lithium cell. It is said to be a BYD N-generation product, much stronger than that soot.

When I got back, of course, it caused a huge sensation, the same significance as Yang Xwei's first trip to space and coming back alive. I disappeared for more than five months, and the research team couldn't be sure if I was wearing it or if I was dead. My boss was worried about how to tell my parents. Until one afternoon I fell from the sky, hung on a large neck willow outside the lab, squeezing most of its branches.

I've been busy for five months back in the twenty-first century. He checked his body, wrote his report, and followed his boss to Xinjiang Warehouse for a month. The ruins of Yencheng, the former capital of the Turtle Country, lie between what is now the new and old city of Cooker, known locally as Pirangu. I worked with a group of archaeologists to determine the ruins of the ancient Turtle Country's walls, the ruins of the palace, the monasteries of the strange temple, the ruins of the convention venue, and to interpret Torch Rowen with linguists in the museum. As I wandered around these sites, looking at the residential farmland that is now built on them, other than the foundations that could be measured more than a thousand years ago, were long gone. My mood is really hard to describe. For me, what I saw just a few months ago, it was 1650. Just a few months ago, people who lived, instantly became a few words on paper. Standing on a small, nowadays blind mountain bag, that warm voice still rings in your ears from time to time.

“Aiqing, take you to Turtles tomorrow. ”

“It's been snowing so many days this year, it's been really good to see Turtles. ”

“Take it easy. Close your eyes. It'll just take a minute. ”

Each time, I would suddenly look around and wait to be sure that the attack on the brown monk's coat was only a hallucination and slowly calmed down. Rosh, are we supposed to be in the same space? It's just that the time between us is 1650. There you are. How are you? Bitter smile. What good or bad? How can I not know his fate?

I went to the Kezil Thousand Buddha Cave, and there was a bronze statue of Rosh in front of the cave, and I watched it for a long time. The statue shows him between the ages of thirty and forty. Bend your knees with one leg and place your right hand on your knees. Wearing a tortoise monk coat with an exposed shoulder, his body is long and thin, his eyebrows are intelligent and brilliant. Though not as handsome as the real Rosh, I think the sculptor has mastered his divine rhymes. I've never seen Rosh as an adult, but staring at the sculpture makes me wonder. I took a picture under the bronze statue, wrote my thesis until midnight, I was tired and looked at this photo, I wish I could see him again, him as an adult.

There was also a female skeleton seen in the Turtles Museum in Cookcar, and the ruins of Subash were excavated, about 1,300 years from now, and the skull was crushed, just like the mother-in-law and the Turtles I had seen. Actually, flat heads aren't bad, they just don't fit our aesthetics. At least, in my eyes, the old lady is a beautiful woman. The Tutankhamen of the eighteen dynasties of ancient Egypt, also flat-headed, demobilized statues, and portraits on his tomb accompanying funerals, all show that the flat-headed eighteen-year-old Pharaoh is a handsome man.

It was decided that I would meet with a Buddhist specialist studying Haut-Morosh after work on the garage. Although I had only been in contact with him for a very short time as a teenager, in any case it was first-hand and the experts were extremely eager to talk to me in detail. But the boss got a call from the research team. So we rushed back to the lab and started preparing for the second, actually the fourth, crossing.

And on this trip, the machine was improved, and I felt less agonized by the cloud-driving fog than I did a few times before, but I'm still not sure where I'm going to land, which age, but I can only estimate it for about 2,000 years. And around this, it's been calculated in the last 500 years. So the span can range from the late years of the warring nations to the late years of the North and South dynasties. In light of my last experience, I was still dressed in a generous Han suit. This is the biggest outfit in the world, spanning the biggest possible range.

Looking at the current situation, it is estimated that the crossing resonated with the previous space-time location. I have a strong feeling that Hu Han San is back! So don't panic, first judge how to get out of the desert or find someone. Looking around, I fell on the edge of the desert, next to the Huyang grove and the short red willow bush, the Huyang grove in the distance looked a bit more lush, and I decided to go there.

It was the end of May, and the desert was so hot at noon that the search for water was imperative. Since there is a large area of Juyang forest, it should not be far from the water source. So when a wide lake suddenly appeared in front of me, I was excited to rush over.

It's a very large lake, and I can't imagine such a large lake in the desert. And most importantly, there are people by the lake, and they're a bunch of people! Of course I was happy to see the same kind, so I rushed towards them. I suddenly had a brake before I got there, and the first thing that came back was to hurry back and run. I didn't run a few steps, an arrow was nailed to my foot, and I stopped scared and raised my hands over the top: “Don't shoot me, I surrender! ”

I was taken to that group of people, and there were more than 20 of them, looking at each other, and a crooked palm god, the evil one, was really a bandit. More than a dozen others, squatting on the ground, hands and feet tied, fearful, staring at me with a merciful look, should be Persian. There are more than a dozen heavy camels next to them, still grazing without a heart. I quickly judged it to be a merchant team that was robbed.

But at least to illustrate, my landing site is not far from Silk Road. Alas, there are many bandits on Silk Road. I've never done anything with anyone. This time, do I have to force myself to use a weapon for the first time? I have a small anesthesia gun in my radiation jacket pocket. The owner told me that I had to take it out and use it. After all, it's a modern thing. It's nothing to scare the ancients. If this changes history, then I'm guilty. Alas, my boss keeps saying, "Don't change history," but he doesn't want to think, isn't that what I do when I travel through time is change history?

I heard the bandits speak ill-fated, they speak what I am familiar with, but only with dialects, not turtles.

I keep spinning in my head about how to save myself. I didn't have the ability to let the thief put down the slaughter knife to become a Buddha, so I estimated the situation on both sides of the enemy and decided to capture the king first. (He was lucky enough to meet a couple of thieves while traveling west. Either the bandit himself or he has turned the bandit into a traitor. See in particular Qian Wenzhong's Journey to the West.

I reached into my arms and touched that tiny gun, and luckily they saw me as a weak woman and didn't tie me up like those Persians. Sweetly smiling at the beard of the barbecue sitting on the carpet, she leaned over and screamed in flaming Roman delicately: “The King...” She trembled herself, shaking off a goose bump first.

He smiled and stretched out his greasy hand at me, and I stepped forward to pour it into his arms and suddenly pulled out my gun and shot him. It turned out to be a reinforced anesthesia needle, and he collapsed without a response. While his men were staring at me, he immediately threw down the five closest to me and shouted violently: "Drop your weapon and spare me your life.” It doesn't seem to be enough momentum yet, yell again: “I see this poison in my throat. If you're not afraid to die, come up and try it! ”

Probably freaked out by my advanced modern weaponry, leaving a dozen thieves staring down. I'm actually bluffing. My anesthesia gun is too small to shoot five meters. So when I saw the thieves really put down their bows, knives, swords, whatever, I snuck out a breath, and the cold sweat behind them was all wet. I jumped quickly to solve the merchants and tied them too tight, so I had to take out the Swiss Army knife and cut the rope.

I won't have to do the next thing. The rest of the thieves saw that I had such a poisonous weapon, and now a group of Persians were chasing after me with a knife, long gone. The Persians thanked me with the most solemn courtesy. They had one who understood Chinese and one who knew Spitfire. Although they didn't speak well, the two languages were mixed together, and with a little physical movement, they could also understand that there was no difference between eight and nine. I took out the atlas and asked them to identify me. My map is not a general map, it is basically based on 500 years of geographic fluctuations up and down the Han Dynasty. Turn to the western realm page and let them identify the location. Because it's in Chinese, they look at it for half a day, and they finally point out our approximate position, near the turntable. I looked at the map, and I landed on the edge of the Takramagan desert. In the extremely arid Takramagan desert, where there is so much aquatic grass, it should be the grass lake of the wheelchair. This is where the ancient Rob people lived, fishing on Grass Lake for a living. But I don't see any villages around, probably on the other side of Grass Lake. It's hard to say, however, that the thieves are Robs. And the turret, about 80 kilometers from Turtles. At the speed of the camels, it's usually 20 to 30 kilometres a day, so I can reach Turtles in up to four days.

Turtles, alas, when I think of Turtles, I can't help but accelerate my heart beat, always shaking that thin, long figure in front of me. I wonder how old he is now. Ask the Persians about their age, they can only give me a few things:

1. The Zhongyuan dynasty is still a strong former Qin (but the Persians can't say the year)

2. Turtle King or White Purity (Persian can only say White Purity is about 40 years old)

3. I have only heard that Hayamorosh is a very famous monk (because Persians believe in Hayato (XIAN), that is, worshipping fire, so I can't say one to the famous Buddhist high monk Hayamorosh, so I come here). Is he about twenty or thirty years old?

4. They have already walked through Turtles and are now heading to Chang 'an. Given that I am a lifesaver, they are willing to return to Turtles with me for the sake of safe journey.

I don't want to go to Chang 'an, I'm sure the boss would let me go to Chang 'an with them and look at the Silk Road during the North and South dynasties. But in my heart, there's a whisper that keeps encouraging me: Go on, go see him. What will happen to Homorosh as an adult? At first sight, my research adds another meaning. Besides, I promised Fursati that I would go back. No promises, right?

We hurried to get the water to the road, afraid the bandits would come back. Those who fell to the ground slept for a maximum of 24 hours and woke up wondering if they would want revenge. So, you all drove a few more miles in fear. I took the opportunity to move the Beijing time across the table backwards by two hours to Xinjiang time.

We arrived at the campsite under a star fight, a small city, and nobody lived there anymore. According to the Persian pronunciation, it can be translated as "Takhanqi”. This dirt town looks a little old, the walls have been out of repair for a long time, some of them have collapsed, and in the bright moonlight it looks very muddy. Surrounded by farmland, it's already out of the Takramagan desert.

We camped against the walls, and the Persians enthusiastically set up a tent for me alone. The man who speaks Chinese tried to tell me that this place had something to do with the Han Dynasty. Since communication is not so smooth and assisted by gestures, I finally understand a part of it. He wanted to tell me that the city was built by the Hans and ordered to be built by a heroic general who fought like an angel. Han? General?

Did Ben build it in Dry City? “Tahanqi" is proximate to “it dries” and may be inaccurately pronounced by Persians.

My heart beats wildly. Kancheng, where Ben overtook his tenure as the guardian of the Western Capital, is still a mystery.

If it's here, then another historical mystery is solved.

In 73 AD, Ben Chaobei attacked Bei Hunu with Captain Dong Gu. He did civilian work and led a 36-member mission to Qian Shan, but opened his life in West China.

In 81 AD, Ban Chao led 25,000 troops of the South Road armies in the West (now Xinjiang Sha Car) to attack the Sha Car, and King Turtles sent 50,000 troops to assist, but he was overtaken by Ban Chao and defeated and fled. Sha Che returns to Han, Silk Road South Road is connected.

In 90 AD, the Moon kingdom (now around India, Pakistan and Afghanistan) attacked Shu Lu (now in Xinjiang Kash) with 70,000 troops. Banchao targeted the weaknesses of his thousands of mile labourers, and the walls were not fought. The Yue army grass will be depleted and sent to Turtles for help, where it will be ambushed and killed by Benjamin. After the surrender of the Moon Clan, Ban Chao allowed him to lead the army back home, and the Moon Clan and the Han Dynasty were rehabilitated.

In 91 AD, Turtles returned to Han, and Ben Chao was officially awarded the title of Protector of the Western Realm, stationed in Turtles. Yulido, King of Turtles, founded by Hun Nu, was replaced. He supported Bai Bai as King of Turtles, who was a servant of the Han Dynasty (hostage sent to the Han Dynasty by the countries of the Western Dynasty, usually a prince). From then on, he began the reign of the Bai family in Turtles for more than 800 years, until he returned to the people of the Han Dynasty to sweat.

In 94 AD, Ben overflew the ranks of the Turtles and Good Men of the Eight Kingdoms by 70,000 men, conspired to disobey the volatile warriors, captured the King of the Gorges, and beheaded Chen Mucheng in the West before his death. Yuan Meng, who was a servant of the Han Dynasty, became King of the Gorges, so that more than 50 countries in the West bowed down. After Banchao cleared all Huns forces, he relocated the western realm to its Gancheng. As a result, Silk Road North Road opens up.

In 122 AD, Wang Baiying of Turtles wavered in submission and confrontation. Ben Chao's son, Ben Chao, persuaded Turtles, Baiying led the aunt, and Wenju surrendered courageously. Since then, until the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Turtle Dynasty has been under the orders of the Eastern Han Government.

I stared at the slightly broken walls under the moonlight, and the silhouette was silent about how the brave fathers and sons of 250 years ago were scolding the wind. For 250 years, the old western realm was sheltered, desolate and uninhabited. By the twenty-first century, even these walls were untouchable. In the night, listening to the Persian worship of the fire, muttering in his mouth, the incomprehensible Taoist scriptures caged a layer of mystery in the wilderness, and I became a little sad.

And I am now in the period of the Five Hundreds and Sixteen Kingdoms, Nakahara is in turmoil, baking you to sing, I appear, no one cares about the West. Therefore, Turtles has long disobeyed the orders of the Royal Family of Nakahara, colluded with the beard of Central Asia, and tried to dominate the West, causing dissatisfaction among other countries in the West. With unification as the main responsibility, he was also guided by the King of Xinshan and the former king of motorists, which led Lu Guangxi to sign. Bai Jun borrowed Hu Jun, but 700,000 people could not reach Lu Guang's 100,000 people. Bai Jun could not escape. Bai Jun's brother Bai Zhen stood as the King of Turtles, and Turtles was very briefly incorporated into the former Qin version. Rosh's fate has changed since...

Somehow, when I think about it, my heart actually hurts a little...