Fadu was led step by step by the sound of the distant flute, anyway, he didn't know where he was going, at this moment he just wanted to find the end of the sound of the flute with the clear guidance of his heart, and see what kind of desert elf played the hole flute on his lips against the setting sun and bathed in the moonlight, and played the song of "Flat Sand and Falling Geese" in the Han land.

The compass of fate inadvertently turned its hands into clouds and covered its hands for rain, and it has already determined everything and the number of the dark, and it will never be messed up!

Behind the corner of the sand dune, suddenly a group of soldiers strode out wide. And the sound of the flute also stopped abruptly like a ghost at this time!

Fa Du stopped suddenly, looked at the team of soldiers in exotic costumes and posture with the most significant characteristics of the desert people, frowned, and said in his heart, is it that one of them played the tune of the Han land?

He wasn't sure if this was the place where the sound of the flute had risen and fallen, and he leaned forward to try to find someone from the desert who was from the Han land like him, but before he could take a closer look in the silver moonlight, the soldiers had already spotted him and surrounded him.

"Outcasts?" The man with the peacock feather on his head approached Fadu in a few steps, and looked up and down and asked uncertainly.

"Huh?" Fadu was subconsciously stunned, and immediately stabilized his mind, folded his hands, and made a Buddhist salute to him.

However, this group of soldiers seems to have an obsession in their hearts, and there does not seem to be such a thing as a "foot monk" in their concepts, so it is natural that they will mistake Fadu, a foreign man, for a man with bad intentions. The leader didn't say much, turned around and waved to the lineup, and two more men stepped forward, one left and one right to choke Fadu.

"You are really bold, you are wandering around the Imperial City, you must be waiting for an opportunity to sneak into my Linchang Palace!" The successive shouts of rebuke pierced through the ears.

Fadu has traveled to many places, and he has also stayed in the countries of the Western Regions for many long and short periods over the years, so the unique language of Western Xinjiang that is different from that of Han China is not barrier-free to him, and he can understand and communicate freely.

"Linchang Country ......" in his ears, Fadu muttered to himself, and he understood that he had unconsciously walked to Linchang Country in the depths of the desert. This strong man kept saying that he was a "homeless person", "palace" and the like, obviously because he was born with a misunderstanding. It was dark, it was in the desert, and it was in a country that he was not familiar with, and he didn't know that he was close to the palace of Linchang Kingdom!

It is no wonder that the markets and dwellings of the ancient kingdom of Linchang were all built after the imperial city, relying on the imperial city, so even if Fadu entered the border of Linchang, he did not see one person and one residence.

"Donor, the poor monk is not ......" He hurriedly raised his head and tried his best to defend himself, but this team of soldiers obviously did not have a good mood to listen to the confession of a Han man in the dark night desert wind. After all, Fadu's words didn't have time to finish, and the whole person was held up on the left and right, and dragged away without saying anything.

It seems that these people will not want to listen to his so-called explanations! Fadu opened his mouth, but finally closed it again, and said nothing.

He is not attached, everything is good, all sudden or smooth journeys are an adventure after all, he gladly accepted it, and he has always been like this for the past ten years.

The desert under the reflection of the moonlight is like a silver shop of silk, and the crowd of people surging forward in the dark night is like a black sharp scissors, along the smooth silk surface of the surging waves in the dark, smoothly cutting it, all the way to the shuttle, all the way to the roundabout, the first time into the far and far away where you can't see the end, and finally slowly enter the Linchang Kingdom to be gorgeous and majestic, and the scattered households have a world of difference from the imperial city of the queen's castle.

The night light dissolves and the fine sand fluctuates, the Dharma is bowed, and the hands that are folded in the chest have never been relaxed. Listening to a vast desert wind whirling and singing in his ears, his lips moved slightly, and the fly-like voice was drowned in the whistling momentum of the rolling wind and sand, only from the shape of his lips vaguely changed to such four words and a Buddha name: "Amitabha." "When you ascend, the boundless Dharma is invisibly baptized, evoking the soul and soul to be at peace and tranquility.