Ascetics are a popular practice in Indian Buddhism, where ascetics are often unkempt and ragged, carrying a three-pronged staff that symbolizes Lord Shiva, and reciting ancient scriptures as they walk. They have to endure what ordinary people think is painful in order to exercise their minds and reach the state of endurance and detachment.

Yan Ning and the others really look like ascetics now.

The three of them walked for a while, and Jiang Wu, who was weak, finally couldn't hold on, he threw his backpack into the yellow sand, and fell to the ground with his limbs spread out: "No, I can't walk!"

Zhang Quan also put down his backpack, but said with a smile: "Young man, you can't do it, is the feng shui vein so weak?"

"What do you know, our Feng Shui cultivation is the brain, the spiritual power, not the body. Jiang Wu gasped and said unconvinced.

Yan Ning didn't laugh at Jiang Wu, but picked up the backpack that Jiang Wu threw on the ground, carried it on his back, and then stretched out his hand to Jiang Wu: "After walking for a while, we will find a safe place to rest." ”

A week has passed since Teng Yi and Li Feifei were sent to Inner Mongolia at the beginning, and Yan Ning is a little anxious, worried that something bad has happened to them.

In fact, today's itinerary has far exceeded Jiang Wu's original expectations, but Yan Ning still wants to hold on for a while.

Jiang Wu looked at Yan Ning's outstretched hand, shook his head helplessly, reached out to hold Yan Ning's palm, and got up from the ground with strength.

But before he could stand firmly, a cloud of black gas suddenly reflected in his eyes, and then he looked at the dark pressure in the sky in surprise and shouted, "That's ...... What's that?!"

Yan Ning and Zhang Quan saw Jiang Wu's face change drastically, and quickly turned their heads to look, and saw that the sky in front of them was terrifyingly gloomy.

"No......" Zhang Quan opened his mouth wide, "Is it a sandstorm?"

The three of them were in a daze, the sandstorm had advanced a few kilometers, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the front of the three of them, and when they reacted, the wind and sand brought by the terrifying sandstorm had already made them unable to open their eyes!

"Don't panic, everyone, hold hands, don't get separated"

In the wind and sand, Yan Ning shouted hysterically regardless of the sand poured into his mouth, and he didn't know if Jiang Wu and the others could hear it.

The sandstorm came too fast, and several people didn't have time to escape at all, so they were already swept into the center, Rao is Yan Ning's powerful body, in front of the sandstorm, he was also like a toddler child!

The center of the sandstorm was pitch black, and Yan Ning didn't dare to open his eyes, otherwise the powerful storm would tear his eyes apart in an instant!

In the dark, Yan Ning grabbed his arm, and he didn't know whether it was Jiang Wu's or Zhang Quan's, he grabbed it tightly, for fear of losing the other party.

The storm was extremely strong, and there was not even a single point of focus on the ground except sand and sand, and the two of them were like kites with broken strings, bumping around in the center of the storm.

Just when Yan Ning was almost unable to bear it, he suddenly felt a force pulling him, and if he felt carefully, someone was pulling his calves!

He hurriedly tried his best to get closer in that direction, although he couldn't tell the difference between up and down, left and right, but he still drilled in that direction!

In an instant, the power that enveloped him suddenly disappeared, but Yan Ning's mouth, nose, and ears were already full of sand, and he only felt as if there was a voice in his ears, so he couldn't hold it anymore and lost consciousness......

……

In the darkness, Yan Ning felt a warm current enter his mouth, and his lips, which were almost chapped, suddenly relaxed a lot.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a heroic little face, her skin was a little dark, but it was very smooth, and her big eyes were like an oasis in the desert, with a hint of curiosity and concern in them.

"Ahh

The girl screamed, turned her head and shouted, "Uncle Bart, he's awake!"

Yan Ning covered his head, sat up with difficulty, and said, "Who are you...... Where am I?"

He looked up and found that in addition to the girl he had just seen, there was also a white-bearded uncle in front of him, which should be the Uncle Bart that the girl had just called.

"Are you awake?" Bart hunched his back, walked to Yan Ning's side, and took out a water bag: "Drink it, you will feel better." ”

Yan Ning took the water bag and poured it into his mouth, immediately feeling a lot more comfortable, and then he asked, "Where is this?"

Bart pointed behind Yan Ning, and then Yan Ning saw the rags that were still agitating diagonally, and a lot of sand leaked into the cracks of the rags from time to time.

"This is a makeshift shelter in the desert, a former desert temple. The girl said slowly.

Yan Ning looked up and down, and saw the stone pillars around him, and the beams close at hand, only then did he see that this was originally a temple, but it had been buried by yellow sand. The hole in Yan Ning's back, barely blocked by rags, was where he had just entered.

Fortunately, there was this temple, which allowed Yan Ninggou to survive. At this time, the whistling sound outside the rags was still announcing that the sandstorm had not passed.

"You kid is lucky, we just hid in the temple, and we saw your kid flying in mid-air, I reached out and grabbed you! If it's a step late, I'm afraid you don't know where your body is now!" Bart sighed.

Yan Ning listened and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you for coming to the rescue." ”

"Don't be, thank you or Xie Sisi, the sand in your mouth was all made with her help. Bart waved his hand and pointed to the girl behind him.

Yan Ning was stunned for a moment, looked at the girl, and said suspiciously, "That ...... The sand in my mouth, how did you get it?"

The girl named Sisi didn't seem to be good at dealing with boys, and when Yan Ning looked at her directly, she suddenly blushed a little: "Irrigate with water." ”

Yan Ning was embarrassed for a while, but still said, "Thank you!"

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly said excitedly: "I still have two friends, have you seen them?"

"Two?" Bart said with a regretful expression, "you only dragged one back, the other...... I'm afraid it's already ......"

Bart moved out of the way, and Yan Ning saw Jiang Wu lying on the ground still unconscious.

So, Zhang Quan is still in the sandstorm?!

Yan Ning didn't hesitate, turned around and was about to rush out!

"Stinky boy, what are you doing!" Bart was the first to react and grabbed Yan Ning: "We happen to be in the center of the sandstorm, can you go out to find death now?!"

"My friend is still outside, I have to go back and save him!" Yan Ning shouted.

Bart shook his head: "Give up, it's just the power of nature, it's a blessing in misfortune that the two of you can survive, don't live up to God's mercy on you!"

Yan Ning listened, there was silence for a while, the sandstorm outside was really terrifying, Bart was right, he went out now, it was no different from looking for death. (To be continued.) )

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