Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 16 Goodbye to the Dead

We left the next morning. God knows how much I want to stay in this 21st-century vanished Dryland expedition, but, thinking again and again, I followed the Persians. How can I delay the Persians if they don't actually want me to go back? Even for my own safety, I have to go, who knows if I'll ever meet a thief again. Well, let's go to Turtles first and come back later. Anyway, it's not far from Turtles. So I went around the city early, did the simplest survey, also marked the map, and found it convenient later.

When I left, I couldn't help but watch it fade away in the eyes of Dry City, and there was still a lot to marvel at along the way. I found a narrow relic of the Han Dynasty, with beacon residues. On the lunch break, I hurriedly surveyed and found many pieces of sand and ash ceramics, Han Dynasty coins. Depending on geographic location, it should be the Han Dynasty's U-base Gate. In the future, Datang will rebuild the beacon fire platform and fortress near the site, surrounded by army cultivation fields, larger scale, and the building will remain in existence until the 21st century.

We made a brief tour, and three days later we arrived in Turtles.

When I saw the familiar walls, my heart beat so fast, I actually felt a little "more frightened”. Don't you know he's in Turtles? How old is he now? Does he remember me?

We walked into the East Gate and we had to test the ultimatum. I was a fool. When I was trying not to light up my relationship with the National Master's Office, I saw the Persian who spoke Fireworks and stuffed the doorman with a bag of things, so I waved my hand and went in.

I'm familiar with King Turtle City. - Yancheng? The streets and alleys have all been swept up, people are dressed to the west, and their faces are filled with joy. Let me see the Persians, they shrugged their shoulders at me. I had to catch a passerby and ask him what he was doing. The passers-by saw me in my Chinese costume and told me that this was a walking festival. Later, a treasure trolley will take the Buddha statue from the west gate into the city, parading the city street, to show the illustration.

Row Festival? The most lively Buddhist festivals in India and the West, both documented by Francis and Xuan?

The man looked at me a little dizzy and thought I was a Han man who didn't know about the festival, so he eagerly explained to me that since the Buddha's Nirvana, the Buddhist believers were eager to see the Buddha. So you think that on the Buddha's birthday, let the Buddha's statue patrol the city, and see the Buddha's statue as if he had seen the Buddha himself, make a wish at this moment, more than ever. Oh, I also know the origins of this "line festival." But in the Central China region, the festival is not circulating, so how can I miss this opportunity to see it for myself? I said goodbye to the Persians, they can't walk with me with so much cargo. Their leader tried to give me some money and I refused. Then he took out a clear string of onion arm beads, which I must have put in my hand, and I had to put them away.

After breaking up with the Persians, I followed the crowd to the West Gate. Siemens was temporarily equipped with a observation deck decorated with a large red yellow curtain decorated with flowers and dressed with bright dresses for men and women, although not clearly visible, it was definitely the Turts royal family and nobility. I was squeezed out of the side door of the west gate and forced to walk a few dozen steps outside the gate, finally finding a small place to stand and look inside. The red carpet was laid hundreds of meters until the entrance to the West Gate. At this time, the head suddenly surged, and I quickly followed everyone's eyes to the foot probe outside the city gate. I saw two giant quadricycles exactly the same, four or five meters tall, decorated like a rich palace with yellow lids. The statues of the Buddha that I had seen in the General Assembly hall outside Siemens stood in the car with two smaller statues of Bodhisattva beside them. Buddha statues are shaped in gold and silver, wearing sophisticated yellow dress and jewellery.

The car slowly drove towards the west gate and stopped at the carpet. At this time, only Wang Bai, dressed in a new dress, walked down from the observation deck, took off his crown, and walked barefoot with a column of incense over his head to the statue of Buddha. He looks old and swollen. All of a sudden, I'm settled in. The one with the white and pure body, the one with the golden silk, he's the one! It's really him!

As the movie illustrates, everything is fictional and the noise suddenly darkens, only he is so clearly defined on the whole picture.

He's grown up. He looks like he's in his twenties. Greek sculptural tall nose beams, big, bright eyes, long, thick eyebrows. Light grey eyes spin like they can see everything in the world. His thin lips were tight and his bright lips were intoxicating. He's so tall right now, he must be over a meter and eighty-five. The board is much stronger than it was when I was thirteen years old, and although I'm still thin, my body is even. Long, narrow face, sharpened jaw, elegant neckline like a swan, all with beautiful lines. The deformed temperament that emanates from all over the body, standing in the crowd, can make the surrounding vulgar turbidity look alike. Rosh, Rosh, how can you be so handsome and so brilliant, seeing you like this, which man can I turn to back in the 21st century?

Kneeling purely to the statue of the Buddha, beside the pot from which the flowers were gathered, he inserted incense into the incense case in front of the statue and sprinkled the flowers to the statue. The crowd burst into cheer, leaving the queen upstairs with all kinds of petals sprinkled down with the noble families and daughters. At this point, the city's upstairs drumming began, and the car slowly drove along the red carpet towards the city. White and pure walkers lead the way ahead, and he follows. I was in a hurry, screaming, “Rosh, Rosh, it's me, I'm here! I'm back! ”

The crowd poured toward the gates, and I was pushed shrugged, and I had no use for it. He suddenly turned around and seemed to be looking at me. I just wanted to scream, get squeezed in the back, fall to the ground. By the time I climbed up with my hands and feet busy, he was gone. I couldn't help laughing at the thin figure that disappeared from the gates. I don't think he can hear me. How can he hear me when it's so noisy and chaotic? That's when I felt a spicy pain in my palms and elbows and worn a layer of skin. Alas, summer thin clothes are really bad...

I followed the bike around town, and when I got to a temple like that, the bike would stop. Then there are the young men and women dressed in beautiful silk and the handkerchief wooden plates spinning and dancing. Their bandages floated with the wind, spraying petals from wood plates to pedestrians and statues of the Buddha at the orgasm of the music, causing people to applaud. There is also a posturing demonic girl dressed in a gentle gauze, holding a golden bowl with both hands, jumping barefoot, lightweight and cheerful, pulling her left foot from time to time, hands overhead. This dance gesture is present in both Dunhuang and Kezil murals.

Ask the old man beside me what these dances are, and the old man tells me they are pandancing and bowl dancing. Pandancing needs to be spread to Buddha and pedestrians with yellow, white and red rain flowers to symbolize praise and salute the Buddha. And the bowl dance is based on the Buddha's six years of painstaking cultivation. The food and lodging houses restrain themselves with extreme suffering, but they are starving to death and still unable to reach it. Finally, under the Bodhisattva tree, he finally enlightened himself and founded Buddhism. The Buddha went to the river to wash his body after many years, and then received a bowl of chyme from a young girl of good age. This bowl dance is the story of a young girl who chymes the Buddha's cloth.

Dance and music are exciting, especially for me from the 21st century. But there seems to be something in my heart, my eyes through the dancers, through the Buddha statues, through the crowd, always searching for that slimming figure that doesn't stain the world...

And every time, he seemed to see him, his head shook in front of him, his eyes fixed, and he was gone. My hallucinations? Imagine, "Turn around, but the man is at the flame gate." Take a breath and look back, no. Rub your eyes, look around, it's still gone.

It was getting dark, and the people on the street were still singing and dancing, and I couldn't help but think about accommodation. Leaving the noisy crowd and walking a few inns, all full of guests. It's also unexpected, our 511, isn't the tourist city also overcrowded? Think about going to the National Master's Palace, just because you look like you're scaring them. Of course I don't look vicious and evil, but I'm good for the audience. In our graduate class in history, it's a classroom, and of course, we have a lot of boys. But how would you react if you saw a person who had been around for almost a decade or more (and I'm not sure how long it's been here) without a slight change in their appearance?

I'm hesitating to meet the Saviors, the Persians. They took me to the Persian-owned Chapel of the Church of the Church of the Church, with a place for lodging in the back, which facilitated travel to and from Persians, similar to our Shaanxi Hall, the Wenzhou Chamber of Commerce. That's where I spent my first night back in Turtles.