Endless wind and sand swept along this buried and almost untouched ancient road to the west, and the hunt turned a dark yellow banner hanging high from the ruined building. Seeing the wind horse flag exclusive to Buddhism on this ancient road full of various sects and flowers undoubtedly made the pious disciples of the Buddha family feel a lot of joy from the bottom of their hearts!

Fadu stopped in front of this decadent desert tower, raised an arm to block his forehead, covering the scorching sun, raised his forehead and stared at the faded prayer flag, and after wishing for auspiciousness in his heart, he stood up straight, dressed neatly, and made a gesture of worship with his hands folded.

At this time, another gust of wind rose wantonly, carrying the endless array of sand and gravel in the Gobi Desert.

And the great master who bowed to the prayer flag when the wind topped the prayer flag, was not affected by the strong wind and gravel sand, and still folded his hands, his chin and his eyes drooped, focusing on the Buddha name recited in the center of his mouth.

But the basket he was carrying behind him was no match for the raging wind, and it was blown to the ground with a bang. Immediately after being broken away, the regular scriptures were scattered, and the old scripture cylinder with a totem twist inside fell out.

The divination sticks in the prayer cylinder were scattered all over the place, drifting with the wind, and becoming more and more dilapidated.

At this time, Fadu finally ended his ritual, and his side eyes sensed the fall of the Zheng and the fragmentation of the scriptures, he was not disturbed, and his wide light gray soap sleeves were blown by the scorching wind, and naturally covered half of his face with the posture of raising his arms.

The wind and sand slowly dissipated, and the sound of the desert wind, which was like a curse and a grudge, lingered in the ears, was played into a tide of Sanskrit music from the previous life. He just removed his sleeves, pursed his lips in his nose and let out a long breath, and then squatted down and picked up his divination one by one.

Picked up and reorganized the haode together, as well as the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, along with a few scattered and messy small city scriptures...... It's all he's hauling!

Oh no, and, there's a handful of brightly colored lotus thorns.

The lotus flower is semi-open, the petals stretch half, and there is still half to maintain the form of the bud, a curl bloom in the eyes will be a little more lifelike, as if alive, it is vivid and interesting. The lotus thorns have a deep purple background and are inlaid with navy silver white stripes, natural green pine, and moonstone embellishment of leaf roots and stamens. When the sun is swaying, shimmering and shining, the waves are flowing, and it is not special.

This is a short knife in the shape of a lotus, which was put in the bag by his master when Fadu was determined to travel far away and set out for the Han land, implying that he should inherit the essence of the lotus flower calmly and noly, and at the same time be as firm as a sharp blade.

He was only thirteen years old when he traveled to the Buddha and embarked on this ascetic journey. Over the years, he has walked and stopped, passed through many places, met many people, and experienced many things...... is so unhurried, calm and calm, and now I don't realize that a full decade has passed.

He is empty of the four major and has no desires, but the lotus thorn that his master gave him when he was young is a little obsessed with him. But it won't come in handy, and it will be of no use to stay with you for the sake of thought.

The teacher's grace is vast, considerate and subtle, so he should really take care of this lotus thorn, and he has always regarded it as life.

He is a traveling monk, a man from his homeland Han land day and night, along the ancient road desert all the way forward, passing through the gentle and simple Jiangnan, sleeping through the magnificent and heroic Beidi City, crossing the dangerous Yumen Pass, climbing the steep Liupan Mountain that is towering and steep and straight into the clouds, crossing the turbulent and unpredictable roaring Yellow River, passing through the mural painting of the heavenly work flying in the sky, and encountering the sweet Xinjiang full of wine, sweet and grape-rich Xinjiang...... All the way to preach, all the way to preach, all the way through, all the way to practice, I don't know where to wander and settle down, and there will never be a place to settle, in fact, the most ordinary in the current era can no longer be ordinary, ordinary wandering monks.

Along such an endless path of sentient beings, following the silhouette of the sun and the manifestation of the moon, I went all the way to the west, all the way to the west, all the way to the west, all the way to the ...... I can't stop, I won't stop, I repeat over and over again the beginning and the end of the path, so big and so small, I don't know if I've been to all the places, and I don't know if I've been to many of the same places.

Western Bliss, that is the land of Buddha, the sun that rises in the east and sets in the west seems to set in the west, but in fact it is the place where the sun really rises......

Go west, don't stop, Master said, "That's my calamity; Master said, "That's my fate."

Only in this way will you continue to walk westward, with your body and mind dedicated to the Buddha, and one day you will walk into the Western Bliss and the Pure Land of Buddhism created by one thought.

It is a catastrophe or fate, so that it can compete like water......

The scattered hexagram was re-entered, glued between the fingers, and swayed up and down in the grip. "Brush la-la-" After a few clicks, it was finally ordered.

On that day, I turned all the prayer cylinders, not for excesses, not for the audience, but for the sake of concluding such an unprepared encounter in the dark.

On that day, I rose against the wild sand, not to promote the Dharma, not to chant sutras, but to guide you to the more or less lost fate ahead, to be re-lit, to re-find the direction of home......

At this moment, I don't know why, Fa Du held the prayer cylinder, and the clear vision in front of him, which was originally filled with rolling yellow sand, became blurred!

Perhaps the journey of detention exhausted his body, and perhaps the yellow dust in the sky had a more or less confusing effect, and he suddenly had a thousand illusions that had never been seen before......

It seemed to be a fantasy in a midnight dream, the tall ivory tower that stood like pearl coral in the boundless desert, the golden palace castle, the long and gorgeous hanging royal road and warm garden of the imperial nobles, and the cluster of tender purple curtain tents that lingered and lingered...... The walls are made of gold and jade, the doorway is carved with totems, the precious crystal bed is surrounded by a circle of colorful gems and silver gilt, and the hazy silhouette of a woman with intricate bead rings.

It was dusk, and the golden autumn climate was never obvious in the desert, but at this moment, there was a trace of thoughtful warmth. I felt that the bluer sky above my head, which was set off by the yellow sand, suddenly darkened, and my vision fell into a haze again.

Suddenly, Fadu suddenly came back to his senses! In front of me, there is still this piece of familiar yellow sand, and the boundless depression is dyed with a bone-chilling decadent atmosphere.

He knew that he had inexplicably fallen into the erosion of an illusion!

But before he could figure it out too much, a rare light rain swept down obliquely against the ancient wind and sand that seemed to never stop in the sky...... The ghost-like desert checkpoint suddenly ushered in such a rain, which startled the copper bell and the camel, layer by layer, wet and soft red and boundless.

The rain wet the monk's robe that seemed to be pure and dirt-free, and in the face of such a rare long-lost nectar, he smiled slightly, folded his hands and fell down, bowed to the west, praised the heavenly dew, and also wished that the nectar in this pure bottle could bring peace and peace to all beings in the desert!

He was surprisingly calm. Just like back then, Venerable Ka Ye smiled clearly.