Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 62: The Memories of Truffan

In Yanxi, Lu Guang was honored by the king. When he marched into the West, the King's mudslide had led his subordinate nations to surrender. Now Dong Qi Wang Mud Stream is doing everything possible to please, so Lu Guang stayed in Yan Qi for about five days and received many more gifts from Yan Wang. It's very close to the Turtle Language customs, so we seem to be back in Turtle for five days here. This familiarity has made Rosh happy for several days.

Out of sight, we've been walking along Lake Bosten for days. This is the largest inland freshwater lake in China, with a vast bouldering beach, full of lush reeds and champagne. Various groups of water birds howl over the water and from time to time they see the local people holding up small boats to fish. After camping every day, many soldiers went to the lake to catch fish, and our dinner was plentiful in those days.

In May we entered one of the lowest basins in the world - the Tuluban Basin. Tulupin is a Vi language, and this name has not yet appeared in this era. During the period of Wei Jin, the north and south dynasty, this place belonged to the front region of the driver. The climate has become hot and dry, and before the hottest summer, the prestige of the Tulufan Fire State can't wait to show it to us. Walking for a few days, the only thing in front of us is empty barren land, extremely desolate. Sometimes the wind blows up, blowing things upside down. The ground covered fine salt grains, the salt shell seemed to absorb the light, the ground emitted a slight light of trance, the occasional appearance of unknown lake water trees in the sky, always like, but because of the mirage of the sea city.

We entered the Imperial City in front of the driver. The city is built on a 30-metre high clifftop at the intersection of the two rivers, and only a narrow dirt road leads to the gates of the city, with unique topography. In modern times, I've been here, and I've seen all the yellow debris, and this is the famous ancient city of the River Cross, the largest and oldest of the 21st century, and the best preserved ancient city of the earthly architecture.

"The Book of Han • Western Herald" wrote: “The former kingdom of the motorist, Wang Zhijiao River City. The river was diverted beneath the city, so the river was crossed.” The area has been ruled by motorists for more than five hundred years. But less than 80 years later, after the death of the last generation of drivers, Soft Li's Bo Zhou became king, the driver's front part was renamed Gao Chang Guo, and the political center moved from the river crossing to Gao Chang's home city, dozens of kilometers away. Xuanxi crossed Gaochang, worshipping brothers with Gaochang Wang Ju Wentai. This is how the King in the Journey to the West came.

The front of the driver was one of several countries that went to Chang 'an to request Fu Jianxizhen, and voluntarily served as Lu Guang's guide. Therefore, the welcoming ceremony is also extremely important for Lu Guang's arrival. At dusk we walked into the gates of the city in music and dance and flowers, leaving me in a trance. For me, the ruins that I saw just a short time ago are now so vividly presented to me as prosperity. Canghai Mulberry Tian, really, is just a moment of change.

The city flourished until the end of the thirteenth century, when the Mongolian aristocrat Haidu rebelled and, after years of brutal war, broke through Gaochang, crossed rivers and forced the local population to abandon traditional Buddhism and convert to Islam. At the end of that war, the motorists sank all the women and children into the wells, lest they be humiliated and enslaved. The remnants of these wells, which I saw in the 21st century, are now seen again on the streets of Cross River City. After breaking the city, the Mongols carried out their consistent policy of burning and looting, a city of more than 1,500 years, and since then have completely destroyed it. I was in front of the Grand Buddha Temple in the heart of the city, beside a palace made of thick dirt walls and a mansion, and by the 21st century, there were traces of burning fire.

The river crossing was the last major city before we arrived in Dunhuang, so Lu Guang announced a full 10 days off. Due to Rosh's noble status, we did not live at the station, and the driver Wang specifically arranged for us to live in the palace. The evening also saw a grand welcoming party at the Grand Palace, to which Rosh and I were invited. At the banquet, the former king of the motorist asked Rosh to go to the Grand Buddha Temple of the royal family to explain the meaning of the grand multiplier. Lu Guang had no excuse but to agree. Rosh responded that he needed to prepare for one day and start speaking later.

I looked at him strangely, saying that for him it was too common. When did it need to be prepared? Just tell him what scripture he wants to look for, what Buddhist meaning he wants to learn, he doesn't even need time to think, he can export. His brain is one of the most comprehensive Tibetan pavilions. It's even more confusing to see him sneak a far-reaching laugh at me. At the end of the party, he came back to our room and couldn't wait to ask him, but he just smiled and looked mysterious.

I woke up the next morning and didn't see him. He was up earlier than I was, so he was supposed to be out doing early classes, and I didn't think so. Because there's something more important waiting for me today, something I've been waiting for a long time before I crossed the river. It means a lot to me to be able to make a field trip at the height of the river crossing. Even if I didn't intend to go back to modern times, the love of historical archaeology in bones could not be erased. So I washed up and decided to go out. As soon as I stepped out of the palace door, I lost my mind.

A high-picked man with impeccable backshadow, a moon-toothed white blouse, curly brown shawl hair, seemed to have a sense of immortality. Hearing the movement behind me, I turned to face me, and the crystalline gray eyes flowed with spring water.

He looked at his costume, stretched his arm out to me and smiled: “Today, there are no high priests, Morosh, only a vulgarian who plays with his wife shopping. ”

I was staring at this brilliant cactus, and listening to him, I was kind of anxious: "I'm working, not shopping. ”

He smiled and shook his head slightly: "Well, then, I, a vulgar, will work with my wife today to drive her. ”

No wonder it was so mysterious last night. He put my taste into my heart like this, and I couldn't help but grin. Reach into his arms and walk out with him. Suddenly remembers a thing: “Tell me honestly, did you come looking for me on the last day of Sue? ”

His footsteps were a little stubborn, his face flew quickly over the red spot, and he always had a strong mouth. He had some knots: “You, how do you know? ”

“For more than a decade, you haven't changed the taste of being worldly.” Haha laughed and remembered the past with emotion. Stop and take him seriously, "the last time I didn't have time to tell you, I had to say it this time. ”

He looked at me and looked me in the eye, and I couldn't help but laugh and bend over: “What I'm going to say is -- your outfit is really nice. ”

Stop laughing and greet his warm eyes with heartfelt admiration: "Rosh, you are the most handsome and smelly man I've ever met. ”

He stunned, and the smile that emerged burned the whole person: “What about the skin, Rosh never cared. Besides, he's 36 years old, there's nothing handsome about him. ”

I shook my head: "Before I was thirty, my parents decided what I looked like. After thirty, it was up to me. The saying goes," It's in your heart. "The elegance of the book roll, the lack of experience, are all acquired by the day after tomorrow. An open-minded person's face can also be reflected. Some men were just born gifts from their parents when they were younger, but the longer they were, the less they smelled. The belly can't help but eat and drink. It will only scold fate and resent the people of Heaven. A man like that, even if he's a better man, will have a hateful face in less than a few years. But some men can be as alcoholic as wine. The years give him a strong aroma of wine. The wrinkles on his forehead add a touch of temperament and charm, and more sense and wisdom to life. ”

Take a good look at his gorgeous, clear eyebrows: "Rosh, you're a man of alcohol. Even if I were fifty, sixty, or older, I would still love your face. ”

Take another look at your elongated arms, look down at yourself, try to take a breath and cheer yourself up: "And I, too, want to exercise myself and get fit. The older you get, the more attractive you deserve to stand beside you. ”

“You, you can make Rosh happy.” He had a strange glow in his eyes, tapping my forehead, ““ Are you hungry? "I hear the river crossing cops are delicious..."

“Really? Then let's hurry.” I didn't have time to rub my forehead, hold his hand and step faster, "you asked me to eat. ”

“You stupid girl, why are you in such a hurry...”

He wandered around the street with me because I was wearing a civilian suit and I held his hand in public with no hesitation. He was a little uncomfortable at first, and I forced him to hold my hand a few times, so I could do whatever I wanted. We ate specialty roasted buns, not in the usual sense, but filled them with lamb in thin skins and put them in roasted pits. Take it out when the leather is yellow, bite it while it's hot, and the skin is crisp, fragrant and not tiresome. I jumped straight on my feet, still eating without stopping, and he shook his head and sighed.

Grilled lamb skewers are naturally indispensable. Thinking of the situation where I had imagined him squatting with me on the side of the road eating lamb skewers before on Su screen, I looked at him reluctantly. He saw me laughing, sneaking back, trying to lure me to eat a cop, and I pulled him over. Ha ha, now the sheep are in the tiger's mouth, trying to escape? No way.

The end result is a generation of monks, unspoilt people, standing with me on the corner eating lamb skewers. It's a good thing he hasn't crossed the river before, and he's been remodeled, so nobody recognizes him. Otherwise, I suppose I would have killed him and wouldn't have let me destroy his image like this.

I found a stall, sat down and asked for two bowls of cops, and he had a hard time looking at the oiled tables and chairs. I know he was used to being served as a child and loved to be clean. Smiled and told him that to eat the most authentic snacks, you'd definitely get on a stall like this. I travel abroad, and that's how fun it is. True, the cops in this house are tough and very chewy. He watched me eat so much, he finally moved his chopsticks. Then he couldn't help but nod his head and agree with me.

We went back until it was almost dark that day. We almost walked the whole River City again. I threw my work out of the Nine Skylarks. Too much to eat, I rubbed my stomach all the way. The idea that shopping had to be fun with people like Fursati has been completely overturned today. Turns out I've never been around with someone I love before. Even if he doesn't make jokes, even if he lets me hold hands, nobody will see, even if he can't move, you have to restrain me, don't let me eat too much, don't let me run around. But with him, the overflowing sense of happiness that Fursati couldn't bring me.

At night, he slept with his arm as usual when my pillow, gently in my ear, said, "Ai Qing, I'm really happy today. ”

“Well, so am I. Haven't had so much fun in a long time.” Turn around and sigh with satisfaction, "thanks for everything you've done for me. ”

“I can go out with you a lot later if you like. ”

“You're a monk and you don't do it often.” I buried him in his arms with his narrow cheeks, "I do not ask, as long as once a year, like today, you accompany me all day to the most worldly life with me, I am satisfied. ”

Her lips were brushed warm and soft, and a low voice went into her ear: "Okay. ”

He continued to preach in the Great Buddha Temple until the day before we left. And I, like anywhere else I've parked, go out and make a record. I just couldn't help but smile when I walked past the bakery, the corner of the lamb skewer that we had once eaten, the little stall that pulled the cops. When I left the river, I kept looking backwards at the river crossing on the high platform that gradually went away. This city, more than anywhere else we've stopped for a short time, keeps me in mind because of that beautiful memory...

The river crosses to the good, and the fields are framed with huge grape frames, sometimes we walk under such frames. Every household has a shade of raisins. Halfway there, Mount Flame appeared in front of us. Blue sky, marshmallowy clouds, with bright brown contrasting colors underneath. Close your eyes and that permeable dark red will still penetrate your eyelids. In the sweat, we walked out of the Tuluban Basin and came to the good.

Good deeds are only a small country, far less great than crossing rivers. After only three days, it proceeded to Igou, the last small country in the western region. Igou's name is even louder in modern times, because it's rich in melons, and everybody on Earth knows this place, and that's Hami. And in my time, I was far from the fame of future generations, a small country of bullets, but on the throat of the Silk Road.

Little Igor's way of survival is to meet the source in the crevices, dare not to offend anyone. So even though Iguo did not participate in Lu Guang's Xizheng, he was very generous about the passage and welcomed to. It took longer to repair in Igo than it did, because the army had to replenish enough water and food to wait for us, and it was a frightening 800 miles of Moha Yan.

Moha Yanxun, called Sha River before Tang. Almost dead and dead. People who cross can only travel along the bones of animals and former people. Ancient dry bodies can often be seen on the way. Someone walked and fell to the ground, and after years of weather turned into dry bodies, still retaining the appearance of death.

When Lu Guang came to Xizheng, he walked here for more than 300 miles without water and lost his colour. But Lu Guang's luck was so good that he hit the desert that he hadn't seen in a hundred years. But Lu Guangguang won't be so lucky every time, so he carefully asked himself about the water supply, and it was also the last nine lifetimes of experience that made him angry.

At the end of June, we marched towards the place of death, 800 Rimoha Yanju. From Igo to Jade Gate, there is nowhere to supply. Xuan Xuan walked this road very hard, only one man an old horse, Gu Shao only. He almost died of thirst after four days and five nights of broken water when he accidentally knocked over his water bag. We are more fortunate than Xuan Xuan, guided and supplied. But this hot weather is still hard to get into, with temperatures reaching more than 45 degrees at noon, combined with extreme dryness, and everyone sending out quantitative amounts of water every day, and they dare not drink more. Soon everyone's lips cracked dry.

Xuanxi describes it in "The Great Tangxi Regions": “At night the demons raise fire, and the stars shine; at day the winds flock to the sand, scattering like rain.” His description is so fitting that no man who has not entered the desert can experience it so bonelessly. There is no wind during the day, it will suddenly be dark, flying sandstone, like a ghost. The yellow sand swept by the wind danced like rain, and a thick veil could choke it down your throat.

And at night, there's a phosphorus flash beneath the glorious stars. For the first time, I've seen "ghost fire," which has been scattered over the bones of people and animals who have died in this harsh environment for thousands of years. In the 21st century, Moha Yanju was no longer so horrible, as railroads passed by and passengers saw nothing but a monotonous Gobi desert. Who would have thought, a thousand years ago, that this desert was a place of death?

Half a month later, when the beacon of the Jade Gate Gate finally appeared in the distance, everyone exclaimed excitedly, and we finally walked out of 800 miles of Moha Yanxi. But I know that the road is far from as smooth as anyone thinks. Another thing more terrible than the land of death awaits us. War, right in front of you...