Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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In Yanqi, Lu Guang was grandly received by the king. When he marched west, he marched to Yanqi, and the king's mudslide had already led his dependents to descend. Now returning to the east, the Yanqi mud flow is doing his best to please, so Lu Guang stayed in Yanqi for about five days and received many gifts from the Yanqi king. Yanqi is very similar to Qizi language and customs, so during the five days here, we seem to have returned to Qizi. Having such a sense of familiarity made Rosh very happy for a few days.

Out of Yanqi, we have been walking along Bosten Lake for several days. This is China's largest inland freshwater lake, with vast blue waves and lush reeds and cattails. Various waterbirds swarmed across the water, and from time to time saw the local Yanqi people bracing the boat to catch fish. After camping every day, many soldiers went to the lake to catch fish, and our dinners were very rich in those days.

In May we entered one of the lowest basins in the world-Turpan Basin. Turpan is Uighur, and this name has not appeared in this era. During the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties, it belonged to the front area of ​​Cheshi. The climate has become hot and dry. Before the hottest summer, the prestige of Huozhou, Turpan, can't wait to show it to us. After walking for a few days, the only thing that appeared in front of me was the empty, hairless land, which was extremely desolate. The strong winds from time to time blew people up and down. The ground is covered with fine grains of salt, the salt shell seems to absorb the light, and the ground emits trance shimmer. The inexplicable lakes and trees occasionally appear on the sky. There are always strange images, but it is the reason of the mirage.

We entered the Wangcheng in the front of the car division. This city building is on a cliff terrace at the junction of two rivers, which is 30 meters high. Only a narrow dirt road can lead to the city gate. The unique terrain is amazing. I have been here in modern times and I saw the dilapidated ruins. This is the famous ancient city of Jiaohe, the largest and oldest in the 21st century, and also the best preserved ancient city of earth architecture.

"Hanshu? "The Biography of the Western Regions" records: "Cheshi Qianguo, Wang Zhi Jiaohe City. The river flows under the city, so it crosses the river." Cheshi Qian has ruled this area for more than 500 years. But within eighty years, after the death of the last generation of the car master, Rouran made Kan Bo Zhou the king, the front of the car master was renamed Gao Changguo, and the political center was moved from Jiaohe to the old city of Gaochang tens of kilometers away. Xuan Zang passed Gaochang in the west, and he married his brother Wang Juwentai. This is how the younger brother in Journey to the West came.

Cheqianqian was one of the few countries that went to Chang'an to request Fujian's westward expedition, and volunteered to act as Lu Guang's guide. So for Lu Guang's arrival, the welcome ceremony was extremely grand. At dusk, we walked into the city gate in music, dance and flowers, which made me a trance. For me, the ruins that I saw not long ago are so vividly presented in front of me with prosperity. The vicissitudes of the sea are really just moments away.

The city prospered until the end of the thirteenth century. The Mongolian aristocracy rebelled. After years of brutal wars, they successively broke through Gaochang and crossed rivers, and forced local residents to abandon traditional Buddhism and convert to Islam. At the end of that war, the trainers sank the women and children into the well to prevent them from being insulted and enslaved. I have seen the remains of these wells in the 21st century. Now, when I walk on the streets of Jiaohe City, I see them again. After the Mongols broke the city, they implemented their usual policy of burning, killing, and robbing. A city of more than 1,500 years has since been destroyed. In front of me, the Great Buddha Temple in the center of the city, the royal palace made of thick earthen walls on the side, and the official mansion. In the 21st century, there are still traces of burning fire.

Jiaohe was the last big city before we arrived in Dunhuang, so Lu Guang announced to rest for ten days. Because of Roche’s noble status, we did not live in a coaching station, and the trainer Wang specially arranged for us to live in the palace. A grand welcome banquet was also held in the main hall that night, and both Roche and I were invited to attend. At the banquet, the front coach Wang proposed that Rosh should go to the Wang Buddha’s Dafo Temple to explain the Mahayana prajna. Lu Guang was not able to quit and could only agree. Roche's answer is: He needs to prepare for one day, and then start teaching the Fa later.

I looked at him strangely. The lecture was too common for him. When should I prepare? As long as he told him what scripture he wanted to search for and what he meant by Buddhism, he didn’t even need to think about the time, and he exported it into chapters. His mind is the most comprehensive Tibetan scripture pavilion. It was even more doubtful to see him secretly smile a meaningful meaning to me. At the end of the banquet, we went back to our room and asked him impatiently, but he just smiled and looked mysterious.

He didn't see him when he got up early the next morning. He got up earlier than me, so I should be doing early lessons outside, and I wouldn’t care. Because there are more important things waiting for me today, which I had long awaited before entering the river. It was very meaningful to me to be able to conduct field visits during the heyday of Jiaohe. Even if I don't plan to go back to modern times, my passion for historical archaeology cannot be erased. So I finished washing, and happily planned to go out. As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, the whole person was stupid.

A tall man with an impenetrable back, a crescent white blouse and curly brown shawl hair, which seemed to have the air of the fairy family. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned to face me, and a river of spring was flowing in the bright gray eyes.

He looked at his outfit, stretched out his arms to me, and smiled: "Today, there is no monk Kyu Morosh, only a layman who plays with his wife while shopping."

I was staring at the Zoran fairy with a red heart, and hearing him say this, I couldn't help but be anxious: "I'm working, not shopping."

He smiled and shook his head slightly: "Okay, then I, a layman, will work with my wife today to drive it."

No wonder last night was so mysterious, it must have been calculated long ago. He put my preferences in my heart like this, and I couldn't help but grin. He reached into his arms and walked out with him. Suddenly remembered a past: "To tell me the truth, did Su Muzhe the last day of that year, did you come to me?"

His footsteps were a bit sticky, his face quickly flew over the blush, and he was always very eloquent, he even had some words: "You, how do you know?"

"Because for more than ten years, your taste in the world hasn't changed at all." Haha laughed, remembering the past, could not help feeling full of emotion. Stopped and faced him seriously, "Last time, I didn't have time to tell you, I must say it this time."

His face froze, and he looked into my eyes. The uneasy look made me really suffocated and stooped with a smile: "All I want to say is-your dress is really beautiful."

Stop laughing and meet his warm eyes, sincerely admiring: "Rosh, you are the most handsome and tasteful man I have ever seen."

He froze for a moment, and then the shy smile appeared to make the whole person dazzling: "How about the appearance of skin, Roche never cares. Besides, they are all thirty-six years old, and there is nothing handsome."

I shook my head and looked at him with a smile: "Before thirty, the appearance is determined by the parents. After thirty, it is up to me. The saying goes: appearance is born from the heart. The temperament of the book, the profound experience, are all acquired. The face of a person with an open mind can also be reflected. Some men are only gifted by their parents when they are young, but the longer they are, the more tasteless. The belly can't help but eat and drink. No matter how good, in a few years, his face will be abominable. But some men are like wine, and the more they are released, the more the years add to the strong wine aroma, the forehead wrinkles add to the temperament and charm, and bring more life. Perception and wisdom."

Look carefully at Yun Yun's self-contained and clear eyebrows: "Rosh, you are a man like alcohol. Even if you are fifty, sixty, or even older, I will still love your appearance."

Then look down at yourself, try to take a breath, and encourage yourself: "And I also want to exercise myself and cultivate self-cultivation. Let me be older and more attractive, so that it is worthy of standing next to you."

"You, you have the ability to make Rosh bosom." His eyes shone with a strange light, tapping my forehead, ""Are you hungry? I heard that Jiaohe's slivers are delicious..."

"Really? Then let's go quickly." It was too late to rub his forehead and took his hand to speed up. "You invite me to eat."

"You silly girl, why are you so anxious..."

He accompanied me swaying on the street, because wearing ordinary clothes, I would pull his hand in public in an unscrupulous way. He was still a little uncomfortable at first, and I was forced to hold hands several times, so I was helpless. We ate the special grilled buns, not the buns in the usual sense, but wrapped the lamb filling in thin skins and put them in the buns of the buns. Take it out when the skin color is yellow and bite while hot, the skin is crisp and tender, fragrant but not greasy. I jumped on my feet while scorching hot, while still eating without stopping. He shook his head and sighed.

Naturally, kebabs are also indispensable. Thinking of the situation I had imagined on Su Muzhe before, let him squat with me on the side of the road to eat lamb skewers, and looked at him in disgust. Seeing my smirk, he secretly took a step back, trying to seduce me to eat slivers and was caught by me. Haha, now the sheep are in the tiger's mouth, want to escape? no way.

The end result was that a generation of famous monks and unsophisticated people stood with me on the street and chewed mutton skewers. Fortunately, he hadn't been to Jiaohe before and had been modified, so no one recognized him. Otherwise, I guess killing him would not let me ruin his image like this.

I found a stall and sat down and asked for two bowls of slivers, but he looked at the oiled carpet and desk with some embarrassment. I know that he has been used to being a child since childhood and loves cleanliness. Smiled and told him that to eat the most authentic snacks, must get such a small stall. When I travel abroad, this is how I look for gluttonous food. Sure enough, this sliver is very tough and very chewy. He thought I was eating so happy, and finally he was willing to use chopsticks. After eating, he could not help but nod and agree with me.

We went back to the day when it was getting dark before going back, and walked the entire Jiaohe City again. I was thrown out of Jiuxiaoyun for my work. Eating too much, I rubbed my stomach all the way. I used to think that it would be interesting to go shopping with people like Vishati who would be noisy. Today this view is completely overturned.

It turned out that because I had never visited a loved one before. Even if he doesn’t tell jokes, even if he asks me to hold my hand, he will look around and see if anyone sees it, even if he doesn’t want to control me, he won’t let me eat too much, he won’t let me run around. However, the overwhelming happiness that followed him was something that Vshatipah couldn't bring me.

When sleeping at night, he used his arms as my pillow and gently said to my ear: "Ai Qing, I am really happy today."

"Well, I am the same. I haven't been so happy in a long time." Turning around his waist and sighing with satisfaction, "Thank you for everything you did for me."

"If you like, I can always go out with you in the future."

"You are a monk, don't do this often." I buried him in his arms and pressed it against his cheek. "I don't want to, as long as I can do it once a year like today, you accompany me all day and go with me Living the most secular life, I am content."

The lips were soft and soft, and a deep voice entered the ears: "Okay."

He continued to lecture at the Great Buddha Temple until the day before we left. And I, like other places where I have parked, went out to investigate and make notes. It's just that when I pass the grilled bun shop, the stall that pulls the sliver, I can't help smiling. When I left Jiaohe, I kept looking back at Jiaohe City on the high platform that was going away. This city has me nostalgic than any other place where we stayed briefly because of that beautiful memory...

On the way from Jiaohe to Shanshan, there were large vine racks in the fields, and sometimes we walked under such vine racks. Every house has a shed for making raisins. Halfway through, Flame Mountain appeared in front of us. The clear blue sky, marshmallow-like clouds, and below are maroons with strong contrasting colors. Close your eyes, and the deeply penetrating crimson can still penetrate the eyelids. In sweat, we walked out of the Turpan Basin.

Shan Shan is only a small country, far from Jiaohe University. After only staying for three days, he headed for Yiwu, the last small country in the Western Regions. Yiwu's name in modern times is even louder, because it is rich in melons, everyone on earth knows this place, that is-Hami. In the era I lived in, Yi Wuyuan was not well-known for future generations. He was just a small projectile country, but he was in the throat of the Silk Road.

Little Yiwu's way of survival is to meet every source in the gap, and dare not offend anyone. So although Yiwu did not participate in Lu Guang's westward expedition, he was very generous with the borrowing and welcomed him. The time spent in Yiwu was longer than that of Shan Shan, because the army had to replenish enough water and food. What was waiting for us was the 800-mile Mohe Yanqi that made people frightened.

Mohe Yanqiu was called Shahe before Tang Dynasty. It was almost dead and lifeless. People who pass through can only travel along the bones of animals and predecessors. The corpses of the ancients can often be seen on the road. Someone walked and fell to the ground and died. After years of weathering, they turned into corpses, and they still retained the appearance they had when they died.

When Lu Guang came to the Western Expedition, he walked here for more than three hundred miles without water, and the soldiers lost their color. But Lu Guang's luck was really good. He was hit by a desert that had not been encountered in a hundred years and it rained. However, Lu Guang would not be so lucky every time, so he carefully asked about the supply of water. It was really the experience of the last nine deaths that made him dazed.

At the end of June, we headed towards the place of death, 800 li Mohe Yanqi. From Yiwu to Yumen, there was nowhere to replenish. Xuan Zang walked this road very hard. There was only one old horse and Gu Ying was the only one. He also overturned the water sac due to a missed shot, and was cut off for four days and five nights. We are more fortunate than Xuanzang, with guides and supplies. However, it is still difficult for this hot weather to enter Mogayan moraine. At noon, the temperature is above 50 degrees Celsius. With extreme dryness, everyone has a certain amount of water every day, and they dare not drink too much. Soon everyone's lips were chapped.

Xuan Zang described it in "Data of the Western Regions of Tang Dynasty": "At night, the demon raises fire, and if it is bright, if it is a star; during the day, the bad wind embraces the sand, and it spreads like rain." His description is so appropriate that he did not enter this desert. People can't experience it so bonelessly. During the day, there is no wind in the wind, and suddenly it will be dim and dark, flying sand and rocks, and sounding like a ghost. The yellow sand swept by the gust of wind flew like rain, and the thick veil could choke in the throat.

And at night, there is a kind of phosphorous fire flashing under the gorgeous stars. For the first time, I saw the "ghost fire", which was emitted from the bones of people and animals who died in this harsh environment for thousands of years. In the 21st century, Mohe Yanqiu is no longer so scary. The railway passes by, and the passengers see it as a tedious Gobi desert. Who would have imagined that this desert could be called the domain of death thousands of years ago?

After walking for half a month, when Feng Sui of Yumenguan finally appeared in the distance, everyone shouted excitedly, and we finally walked out of the 800-mile Mohe Yanqi. But I know that the way forward is not as smooth as everyone thinks. Another thing more terrible than the land of death is waiting for us. The war is in sight...

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For Xuan Zang's departure from Mohe Yanqi, refer to Qian Wenzhong's "Xuan Zang's Journey to the West"