Looking at the stretching sand dunes hidden in the afterglow of the setting sun in the west, Fadu suddenly felt a kind of ancient strangeness and vast moving. This kind of heartfelt worship of nature is naturally born in the heart.

He has the most agile and agile love thread, and has the most sentimental exquisite heart. Any hint of kindness, warmth, and evolution of warmth and light on this sampa shijie will make him sincerely happy, happy and pure.

The rain gradually became lighter, and before I knew it, it stopped again. And the desert is still such a desert, majestic and reckless, and there is no way to see the edge, and it will not be more humid because of the occasional light rain infiltration. This place is different from the Han Ancient Garden.

The wind rose again, but it was not very strong. Fado raised his hand and wrapped the short cloak around his shoulder, and continued his trek into the unknown distance. His cane had been abandoned not long after he stepped into the desert of Western Xinjiang, and he could only move forward slowly with his legs and feet without any remaining strength.

But he is not in a hurry, he has no destination, and any part of this huge heaven and earth is his home, so what does he have to be anxious about, isn't he?

The sand dunes are soaked in the abruptly falling sunset, dyed crimson with a shadow of gold trim on the edge. At a glance, it stretches for thousands of miles and is unreachable.

Soon, however, the skillful hand of nature played with its usual game in the vast desert, and after a very brief but extremely prosperous sparkle, the vision darkened, and the heavens and the earth retracted the scorching light; At sunset, the moon rises, the heavens and the earth are blue, and the desert is always night.

The scenery of the sun and the moon rising and setting will always be so vivid and vivid in this desert where people are not tracked! It seems that if we have really left the troubled world, we will reach the final kingdom of heaven...... This place is not far away from the Western Buddha country! Thinking suddenly, Fado couldn't help but think like this, and a smile slowly surfaced on his pale lips.

Suddenly, with the help of the wind wrapped in sand and dust, it seemed that the sound of wisps of holes and flutes came from immeasurable distance and distance.

In this seemingly uninhabited, incomparably desolate desert, the eternal night actually smells someone giving a. Fadu was slightly startled, and he held his breath and listened carefully.

Because the sound of this flute is not very close, it is transmitted by the wind for a while, so it seems to be roundabout and empty, and it is indistinguishable. It's as if it's deliberately flirting.,It's always hard to hear when the illusion can't be heard.,And when you explore it carefully, you return to the void.。 It's really a thing that can do everything you can to flirt, like fog and wind, like dew and electricity...... After a long time, Fadu had a sense of concern in his heart, and he could vaguely discern that the sound of this flute was playing a song called "Flat Sand and Falling Geese" in the Han Dynasty.

This piece should be played as a guzheng, and it is played with a dong flute at the moment, but it does not feel out of harmony, and because it integrates the unique charm of the dong flute and the special atmosphere of the desert, there is also a strange and wordless benefit!

Such a discovery made him happy, in the countries of the Western Regions deep in the desert, there were still Han people like him? This feeling is really good, even if the wandering monk Fadu never resists the baptism of loneliness, but after being lonely for too long and getting used to it, he suddenly found some hidden vitality in it, and he was still pleasantly surprised!

This is fate, even if there are too many unpredictable and boundless deserts in the Lost Ghost Domain, when the fate law comes quietly, it is still unstoppable and unstoppable...... There are always too many mysteries inside and outside the infinite life chart.

In this way, the intermittent sound of the flute in the dark night desert transforms into an invisible guiding lamp, like a fishing boat traveling in the deep sea seeing the lighthouse that illuminates the way home, following its meager light and shallow heat, step by step home......