Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 60: Wangxiang

The vast open space outside the east gate of Wang Cheng is full of piers. More than 20,000 camels carry heavy bags filled with rare treasures, more than 10,000 western realm horses, and hundreds of specialty monsters not found in Nakahara. More than 60,000 generals, more than 5,000 cavalry, 10,000 Turtlemaster Kabuki craftsmen, etc. look at the dense and numb land. Baek Zhen stood at the gates of the city with members of the royal family and Turz officials to deliver Lu Guang, and Fu Shati stood behind him and had no time to chill out with the Lu people, only to set his eyes on me and Rosh.

He and Xiaoxuan said goodbye to us last night, and everyone cried. For the first time in their lives, the two brothers embraced each other at a time of separation. The couple have a lot of clothing and equipment for us and money to fill up the carriage.

Bai Zhen was bidding Lu Guang a courteous farewell, and suddenly he sent a group of monks out of the crowd, carrying luggage on his back, rushing towards Rosh.

“Master, take us away.” There were hundreds of monks, crying to Rosh. Actually, there are more than a hundred monks to follow Rosh. A few days before the departure, monks came to the palace from Wang Xin Temple, Sparrow Leaving the Great Temple, Kitty Temple and other temples of Turtles, begging Rosh to bring them, there are a thousand people. Rosh asked Lu Guang, but he was refused. In fact, Lu Guang's mind is also very good at guessing that he does not believe in Buddha, and that bringing monks with him is of no value to him, but consumes rations instead. And so many monks, listen only to Rosh, if the journey changes, Lu Guang is not a hassle. The reason he brought Rosh with him was uncertain if the charm would win. If Fu is safe, he can also receive Rosh as a gift, which is also a crossroads.

Rosh naturally understood Lu Guang's thoughts, so in the days before he left, he persuaded the monks to follow him every day. I thought it would make them give up. I don't want so many people to insist today. Seeing Lu Guangguang was already resentful, Rosh quickly persuaded them to finally turn back to crying.

With a whip, the front convoy began to move, and the crowd travelling burst into tears. Rosh's face was a little pale, holding my hand and bidding farewell to the Fursati family. He took a deep breath and looked up at the blue sky of Turtles, seemingly trying to engrave the heavens and the earth into his mind forever. I looked at the thick love in his eyes and his heart was amazing. Squat down and grab a bag of dirt into his handkerchief and hand it to him.

“This is turtle soil, with it, as if to see its homeland. ”

He took it, looked at it with pride, solemnly wrapped it up and put it in his arms. Then we turned around and got in the carriage. As the wheel slowly moved forward, I lifted the curtain and watched with Rosh as Fursati in the cold wind in early spring of March. His horns were gushed by the wind, and he was repetitive. The tall figure is getting smaller and smaller in the field of view, and finally mixed in a bunch of black dots that can't be distinguished. My eyes were blurred by tears, farewell, Fursati, and I will always remember you. Thank you...

Warm chest approached me, and he held my waist, with some light in his eyes. I held him back and let him leave tears in my arms for home and family for the last time. The carriage will take us to the land of anguish, where the world is in strife. Since then, our destiny has been closely linked to Nakahara.

Ancient travel, by carriage, averages 30 kilometres per day. But our team is too large, with 20,000 camels and more than 60,000 infantry, walking up to 15 kilometres per day, which is why it takes six months to reach the aunt. The road we follow is along the southern section of the Silk Road on the edge of the Tarim Basin. The road continues into modernity, marked 314 National Highway, from Toxon to the Red Qirav junction on the border with Pakistan, and finally to India, which is the path of Xuanxi.

The desert is lonely. The long river sets in the sun. The most typical western landscape, the infinite Gobi Desert, is seen along the way, with different forms of Yadan landscape. Now in the shallow water period, the riverbed is mostly dry along the road, and due to the mineral-rich nature of the soil, these salt beaches exhibit colorful irregular textures that shine brightly in the sunlight and are beautiful to hold one's breath. The sky outlines the endless Tianshan Mountains, flat Gobi beaches, sand thorns, red willows and other drought-resistant vegetation. From time to time you can see wild camels, wild donkeys and wild horses roaming the distance. In these places, oil and gas were detected in modern times, and the entire Gobi was filled with petroleum kowtowers and flaming gas collectors. In modern times, I was traveling on National Highway 314 in a car when I went on a garage tour. In a wide field of view, the eyes are filled with slowly pulling kowtow machines, and in the afterglow of the sunset, it is an exasperating ileum.

When we got to the wheelbase, we were all in the jungle for a few days. This is one of the largest huyang forests in Xinjiang, and every October the golden huyang dyes the sky golden. And on the platform, I saw the old town and pavilion on the edge of the Han Dynasty cultivation. In the West Han Dynasty, the military expedition, in order to solve the supply, the soldiers usually grow grain and become self-sufficient. Such a tundra moves forward step by step, spreading the army authority of the Great Han throughout the West. The ancient city of Koglak, the ancient city of Zhorkut and the city of Ulbourne are all Handeten. And the outpost of Turtles' most outpost, King's Town of the Wheel, due to two shifts to Li Guangli during the West Han Dynasty, when passing through the country of the wheel, “attacked for several days, slaughtered”, resulting in the complete death of the wheel. We stayed overnight in the roundabout city, surrounded by only a few broken villages, a massacre that had lasted more than four hundred years and still failed to restore a small country, as can be seen from the brutality of that massacre.

This place is modern and the starting point of the Tarim Desert Highway, built to develop oil in the Takramagan Desert. The road is a major breakthrough in the world's architectural history, with a total length of 550 kilometres, 450 kilometres built on the mobile desert and the longest built in the world in the twenty-first century. Look out in the carriage at the vast sand tower in the distance, which is the Takramagan, where no vegetation can survive and “get in and out”. I was proud to tell Rosh that it took me four hours to cross this Sea of Death to experience this highway built in China's second largest desert in the world. Of course he's stunned. I can't believe it. I was proud to tell him that, in order to keep the road clear of wind and sand, there was a water room every 500 metres, sprayed with fine water pipes along the way to grow grass. Where there is water, you can grow grass, a few more steps away, and use reed fences and reed squares for sand protection. More than 500 kilometres of long roads are filled with water houses, grass along pipes and dunes covered in heaven and earth. Such a monotonous view takes more than six hours to see Huyanglin after the Tarimu River.

Ever since he knew the true identity of my future people, he has often asked me about the situation and knowledge of a thousand years later. His intelligence, his ability to understand and his trust in me made me not want to hide anything from him. So even though the journey is difficult, there is so much time to communicate every day, let us fill the previous decades' gaps, we can't finish talking every day, we can't feel the pain on the road. I told him basic geophysical history, meteorology, etc. about the peculiarities of the desert Gobi, every time he was surprised or even puzzled. I am now completely open to him, except for the price I have crossed...

It took a month before entering the realm. The first step forward was the closing of the iron gate at the outpost, which was built by this Han man on the West Bank of the Peacock River. Zhang Zheng left the western realm twice, and Ben Chao also traveled here to drink horses by the Peacock River, so the Peacock River is also known as the Horse River. Originating from the untributary inland river at the end of Lake Bosten, Robpo, it breeds a thousand ancient civilizations downstream - the floorlands.

I'm in an era where the landscape has decayed. More than a decade later, the East Jin High Monk Fa Xianxi took the passage, passing through Lulan, is already “no flying bird, no walking beast below, all over the eyes, only the dead bone as an ear sign”. Asked Rosh, he shook his head and sighed. He said he had heard stories as a child about the diversion of the Lulan River, the loss of moisture and the daily build-up of salt and alkali. Climatic anomalies have led to plagues and the death of most people. The rest of us were forced to relocate. Lulan, a thousand years old country, has scattered in turmoil...

We march north, all the way by the Peacock River, the jade water is like a belt, the water waves are bright, there is no visible downstream of its outflow, 200 km from here, it is a landscape buried in yellow sand. There are no big prosperous cities here, except for the iron gates. By the 21st century, this was Kurle, an emerging industrial city built for Talimu oil.

Less than a hundred miles from Wang Cheng, we entered a narrow valley under the sun, Lu Guang ordered the camp to rest. I looked at the busy campers and suddenly realized there was going to be a tragedy here...