Rujing

"It took him 12 years to find a black, cold, hard and inferior stubborn stone by the Gaara River, and another 12 years to polish that stubborn stone into 120 beads, which were strung together into a hanging bead pendant. Hanging on the neck, he began to preach everywhere, and [-] years have passed, and this string of beads has never left his body." Sitting on the yellow sand, the old man wiped his sweat and said to the archaeological team.

Laotu is the most outstanding guide in the area where the Gaara River and the Solo River meet. He is over 50 years old, his bronze skin has withstood the erosion of time and wind and sand, and his transparent eyes reflect a long-standing culture.He tugged at the white turban, pulled it down a bit, and continued: "Although he is a wandering monk, he is highly respected. The Dharma he has learned is exquisite and profound, and his eloquence is not hindered when he preaches. From being unknown to becoming a master of a generation, There are countless people who have crossed disasters, and they are deeply loved by the people in the Mesopotamia. Thousands of Buddhist temples and pagodas were built for him. After his death, his disciples included his relics into the relics and enshrined them in a pagoda on the bank of the Gaara River. .”

"Teacher," a young woman with short hair who was about 25 or six years old couldn't bear it, and asked the old man beside him who had been looking at the map: "Teacher, the pagoda we are looking for is enshrining this relic. the one from

The old man was nearly seventy years old, with gray hair and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He looked like a scholar.His name is Fu Guohai, and he is the leader of this eight-member archaeological team.He first drew a cross on a certain place on the map with a pen, and then simply replied: "Yes." Obviously he didn't want to say more.

The short-haired woman was named Lu Qingxue. She seemed unaware of her teacher's attitude, and asked curiously, "But isn't the pagoda on the bank of the Gaara River? We are now in the desert."

Mr. Fu raised his glasses, and said angrily: "I told you to study history carefully, you always deal with it, now you don't know anything before you ask!"

He was not very happy to answer his students' questions, and the old-fashioned knew that the other party was still shying away from himself and his nephew, so he didn't care. He laughed twice and said, "Don't the students know? The Kochi Dynasty has something to do with it."

"Oh?" Lu Qingxue was curious.The Yue Bird Dynasty is a legendary dynasty established in the Mesopotamia 400 years ago. It is also the most glorious civilization in the Mesopotamia. Its demise and establishment are full of legends, and it has existed for exactly 100 years.

It is embarrassing that the 100-year glory of the prosperous age was destroyed in an instant under the conspiracy of a prince.

The old man smiled, took a sip from the kettle, held it in his mouth for a while before swallowing slowly, and said: "After the wandering monk we mentioned just passed away, the old king's body gradually weakened. The new king died, the new king was young and energetic, self-willed and tyrannical, he wanted to emulate the old king to fight abroad but he was not good at managing, slowly, the country became sick, and terrible bugs grew."

He sighed, and sighed: "Chongzi used to be a fellow monk of the wandering monk, and he was envious of the achievements of the wandering monk. In his early years, he became an official and became an official. Gradually, he went higher and higher."

Lu Qingxue was full of interest, and hurriedly asked: "And then?"

Hearing a cold voice said in a deep voice: "Later, the worms bewitched the new king to subvert the achievement of the wandering monk, and judged him to be a monstrous monk who harmed the country. Buddhist temples and pagodas all over the country were either demolished or burned."

Lu Qingxue followed the voice and saw that it was Lao Tu's quiet nephew, a native named Achamoluo.

Achamoluo is young and handsome, with black hair and brown eyes. He grew up in a Buddhist temple since he was a child.I don't know if it was because of being influenced by Buddhism for a long time, Lu Qingxue always felt that there was a faint holy light on him, which made people feel awe.

Achamoluo's expression was as calm as his voice. He lowered his eyes and continued: "This pagoda by the Gaara River was left to be burned at the end. It was very windy that day, and the worm and the new king first ordered people to directly burn it. Light the pagoda, but every time the fire burns on the wood, it can only burn the wood slightly. The insects and the new king are angry, and they order people to pour strong wine in the pagoda. The plunder was wiped out, and the wine evaporated. The worm and the new king became angry again, and ordered people to transport black oil from abroad for thousands of miles and burn it again."

"Ah!" Lu Qingxue gasped and exclaimed softly.

"This time, the fire finally started to burn. But before the worm and the new king were happy for a long time, they saw the flames in the stupa begin to flow out and spread to the Gaara River. The fire spread and burned a whole hundred people on the Gaara River. In eight days, the entire river was burned dry. The Yue Niao Dynasty was born on the Gaara River. If the water disappeared, the country would perish. The riverside with abundant water and grass has become what you see now. desert."

"What about the pagoda? Just burn it down?" Lu Qingxue asked in surprise.

Achamoluo glanced at her coldly, as if implying reprimand, said: "All the flames in the stupa flowed into the river, and then the stupa sank into the ground, never to see the light of day."

"Oh..." Lu Qingxue was a little immersed in the story and couldn't recover. She was emotional and very sensitive to history, but she didn't work hard enough.

After Achamoluo finished speaking, he closed his mouth and continued to immerse himself in his world.

"Eh? Hiss..." The old man suddenly narrowed his eyes, looking directly in front of him.

There are many dangers in the desert, and he is an old-fashioned and experienced guide. Everyone was a little surprised when they saw his expression change, and they all got up and took precautions.Following the old-fashioned gaze, I saw a black tornado suddenly rolled up on the flat ground, flying sand and rocks in the wind was extremely dangerous, but it roared on the spot.

"That's...?" The old man opened his eyes wider and wider, with a horrified expression, "Bodhisattva, why is there a person in the tornado?"

Everyone was startled, Achamoluo squinted his eyes and carefully looked for the "person" that the old man said, while Fu Lao raised the binoculars hanging on his chest to look over.

Take a look, dumbfounded. "Y-he's really alone!"

The old man muttered to himself: "Impossible... how is this possible? Could it be the reincarnation of the Living Buddha?"

Achamoluo said lightly: "He can't hold on any longer."

There are many boulders in the black tornado, and the figure is bouncing around on those boulders, avoiding the flying sand and rocks from inside the tornado, but he seems to be injured, and his movements are getting slower and slower, and he has to avoid the flying after several risks boulder.

Achamoluo took out the noose from the camel's bag, wrapped one end tightly around his waist, and said, "I'm going to save people."

"Are you crazy?" Lu Qingxue couldn't help exclaiming, trying to stop her.

The old man stopped her, and said: "Let him go, otherwise, when the gust of wind stops, the person inside will probably die."

The entire archaeological team felt that their uncles and nephews were talking nonsense, until they watched Achamoluo being swept in by the tornado, and then watched a lasso with a sickle being thrown out of the tornado with the force of thunder, " "Dang—" sounded stuck on the surrounding hill-like boulders, motionless, and then watched Achamoluo crawl out with a bloody man on his back, pulling the rope.

That night, the stars in the desert were huge and bright, winding into a silver river in the sky. When Jiang Rujing opened her eyes, she saw a young man full of Buddha's light.

Jiang Rujing patted her head and looked over again to confirm that she was right.

This Buddha light is majestic and heavy, but it is strangely soaked in the sea of ​​blood. It is not known whether it was slaughtered after several cities or a country.

If such a person appeared in the Tianyuan world, which old monks of the Buddhist sect would hate this person to death?Or do you worship him with five-body prostration?

Enduring the pain that even the blood flow can feel the pain, Jiang Rujing thought so.

The author has something to say:

The next world is inspired by Buddhism.

Due to the limited level of the author, there may be some inappropriateness in this part, please feel free to enlighten me.

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