Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

The mountains are poor and the water is full of doubts, and there is another village.

Looking at the rows of treasure chests in front of him, Xuanzang immediately forgot the exhaustion of the night.

The bumps and drifts of the night have meaning at this moment.

All sleepiness and fatigue also dissipated.

The treasure chest is carved with exquisite patterns, and the patterns of flowers, birds and clouds are lifelike.

Even the gemstones inlaid on it are rare and clear treasures.

Xuanzang trotted all the way and opened the box full of treasures.

The moment he opened it, Xuanzang sat down on the ground in shock.

What surprised me was not the treasure inside, but the treasure chest, which was actually empty!
He just felt that he was being played hard.

What is disappointment?

It is not disappointment not to find a treasure, nor is it disappointment to be tired all night.

The real disappointment is that he is like this now, with no joy.

The bamboo basket was empty.

Xuanzang is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao. He was only depressed for a few moments, and then revived with full blood.

So what if there are no treasures?

The boxes here are also good treasures at first glance.

The gems inlaid on it are also expensive holy goods.

You've come all the time, if you don't bring something back, it's useless to come here.

Thinking of this, Xuanzang rolled up his sleeves and moved several boxes out of the tree hole one by one.

When we moved to the last one, the sky outside the tree hole was already bright, and sunlight poured into the dark tree hole.

Xuanzang lifted the last treasure chest.

With the help of sunlight, he discovered that there were traces of people living in this entire tree hole.

The one on the ground is a quilt made of vines.

The branches and stems of the vines are thick and strong. At first glance, they might be considered as weeds growing on the ground, and the huge holes in them can't protect against the cold at all.

The sun shines on the stone wall, clearly illuminating the lines on it.

The carving on the stone wall should be a mural.

Curiosity drove Xuanzang closer to the rock wall with the pattern drawn.

The lines of the picture above are simple, but the content is very clear.

From the pictures on the rock wall, Xuanzang finally understood what happened on this island.

There are many residents living in the village behind the island. There is a little boy and a family of three living happily.

But suddenly one day, the situation changed drastically, and a group of foreigners with high hats came to the island from the coast, and they took a fancy to the rich resources on the island.

This group of people persecuted the residents of the island, made them work hard, and enslaved them.

The residents of the island had never seen such a battle before, they could only be forced to be their slaves.

The strangers regarded the island as their own territory, and kept taking people away, and sending back the sick and injured.

Following them back, there are huge boxes one after another.

I don't know when one person fell, and all the rest of the people also fell.

Even the foreigners who landed on the island cannot escape the fate of death.

The people on the island began to build statues of gods with stones from the back mountain.

They considered it all the wrath of their gods, punishment for their treachery.

The bones of the strangers who died on the island were pressed under the statue of the god, and the gold he brought was also used as an offering to the god.

Every day people get sick and die, and the number of people on the island is getting smaller and smaller.

Except for one little boy, who got sick and survived.

Some mutations happened to him, his family could only send him into the tree hole, and disappeared on the island together with the box brought by the stranger.

Xuanzang looked at the murals and fell into deep thought.

The attire of the foreigner looks very similar to the costumes of the island country on the edge of the Tang Dynasty.

As for the culprit who put the islanders to death, it should be something like an infectious disease.

Even the foreigners who landed on the island were not spared.

Seeing this mural, it is a good explanation of how the row of gods on the shore and the gold below came from.

And the bones in their room are also residents who got sick and died.

The author of the mural in front of him is the child who lived in the tree hole.

Looking at the mural in front of him, Xuanzang clasped his palms together and recited a few lines of Amitabha.

For the island, the inhabitants who died without cause.

Xuanzang originally planned to wait for the child to come back in the tree hole.

But the time passed by every minute and every second, and the sun had completely risen, and the sun shone brightly into the tree hole.

Xuanzang had no choice but to lift the last box out of the tree hole.

You can talk about the children later.

The most important thing right now is to move these valuable boxes back to the village.

This is the harvest of a night of hard work.

Xuanzang dragged a dozen boxes with great difficulty, and returned to the village in the back mountain.

Even when it was daylight, the gloom in this village did not diminish at all.

In this piece of land he stepped on, there used to be many people who loved life and the world.

But they all left full of resentment, after being enslaved and persecuted.

In this way, he died miserably in his homeland.

The leaves were rustled by the wind, as if the gods were whimpering in a low voice.

As more and more gusts of wind blew past, this low whimpering sound gradually turned into a howling cry.

One by one, crying out the grief in my heart.

Xuanzang was in rags, and finally walked back to the village, relying on his heavy Zen staff.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he heard Wei Zheng's anxious voice.

"Xuanzang, you're back. Hurry up, hurry up, and do a ritual for this child."

Wei Zheng's legs and feet were very flexible, he rushed to Xuanzang's side in one stride, and dragged him into the small courtyard at the gate of the village.

The moment he saw the child lying in the middle of the courtyard, Xuanzang recognized it.

This child is the one who lives in the tree hole and draws murals.

There were horrible scars and open wounds on his face and arms.

The dense scars, like flowers blooming from flesh and blood, bloomed on his face and body one by one.

It seems that the infectious disease that slaughtered the whole island was smallpox.

Wei Zheng looked at Xuanzang and explained, "We saw this child picking fruit from a tree on the cliff, but he stumbled and fell off the cliff."

There are not many fruits on the tree, and he relies on these for a living. When the fruits in the cliff become less and less, he can only go to more dangerous places.

In order to survive and eat enough to eat, but permanently lost the life to live.

This child, in the face of the menacing infectious disease, escaped unharmed.But such an accident did not escape.

Even the Qinlong Army standing beside him couldn't help but feel compassion in his heart seeing such a situation.

"Master, let's do a ritual for him."

"correct."

Everyone is used to seeing life and death, and has seen too many deaths.

But when seeing this child struggling to survive, it touched the string in everyone's heart, and they couldn't help being moved.

Xuanzang charged a very high price for a super-delivery ceremony. He looked at the box he had pulled behind him, and sighed at the child in front of him.

Consider this your reward.