Just when Tang Bai felt that he was about to sink and be lost, the bell seal on his eyebrows emitted a faint golden light, and the bell of 'dong, knock' rang, as if coming from the distant sky, as if sounding the signal of returning home;

He was clear-headed, but when he looked up, he saw that the sky and the earth were still pink, and he said no.

Sure enough, the music and the sound of the piano and the chirping of the piano were still so pleasant to the ear, as if they could drive away all troubles and preach the joy of the world, and the figures of the women, the ivory carcass, the seductive eyes, the whispers, and the dancing postures full of desire, came to his mind.

He wanted to recite the true name of the Buddha of Bliss, but there was a voice in his heart tempting him, tempting him to sink into this great joy of infinite joy.

He clenched his fists, and no matter how hard he tried, a punch hit the blood veins flowing to his brain, and the brief loss of blood in his brain made him instantly unconscious.

He seemed to have a dream, dreaming of the heavenly demon and the Buddha, dreaming of the sea of desire and the lotus, dreaming of flowers, dreaming of immeasurable light...

Chaotic, confused, I don't know how long it took, he opened his eyes, he saw the light, like countless silver needles flying from the sky, piercing into his eyes, it was painful and painful, very uncomfortable, even the tears flowed out uncontrollably, he couldn't help but close his eyes again.

He was glad that the sky was no longer pink, and there were no clouds around him, no music, and no more beautiful women, only endless yellow sand.

Grain by grain of yellow sand, like soybeans cooked by the sun, was scattered all over the earth by heaven at will, there was no wind, not a single wind, no people, no animals, no plants, no sound, the whole desert was like a dead land, as if all living beings had turned into yellow sand in the scorching sun.

He stood up, couldn't help but pick up a handful of yellow sand, silently feeling the temperature of the sand, it was so hot that it was a little hot, but it was so real.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person became relaxed, and threw out the yellow sand in his hand casually, as if he scattered a trace of desire that remained in his mind, and with the yellow sand, it turned into a piece of dust and mist, scattered in the air, and fell quietly in the desert.

The desert is quiet, Tang Bai is also quiet at this time, he quietly looks at the boundless desert, he no longer has any fragrant thoughts in his mind, his only thoughts are camels, water, and food.

Yes, when he calmed down, he knew exactly what he needed, because to get out of this endless desert, he needed a camel to lead the way, he needed water to replenish his body's hydration, and he needed food to regain his strength.

But he had nothing, only the kitchen knife that had been following him for years hanging from his waist. The only thing he could do now was to walk, to get out of this scorching desert.

The scorching sun was like fire, and the heavens and the earth turned into a furnace, as if to burn the desert into magma.

Tang Bai walked very fast, but he didn't go far, he stopped, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and the surface of his skin had condensed into fine particles, and it was covered with fine sand, which was very uncomfortable.

He found that his decision was wrong, for he felt like his throat was on fire, his breathing was a little difficult, his mouth was dry, and his physical strength was depleted quickly, and if he continued like this, he would surely fall into the desert in a short time.

He didn't know much about the desert, but he knew that if a person fell in the desert, he would die in the desert and turn into a pile of bones.

He decided to find a place where the sun couldn't shine and bury himself deep in the sand, maybe this was his only chance to live, at least what he was practicing now was the Dafa of the Witch Body.

In the desert, the only thing that can block the sun is the sand, and those sand dunes that have been swept up by the wind at some point, a pile in the east and a pile in the west, the waves are undulating, and there is no end in sight, and in the sun, they can't hide their shadows at all.

Tang Bai stood under the sand dunes, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, constantly digging pits, the sand grains were piled up around, like a deep well, and there was a long white bone, I don't know whether it was left by a man or an animal, buried in the yellow sand, dug out by him, thrown aside, and fell into the sun.

The pit was getting deeper and deeper, and Tang Bai's body was getting more and more tired, and when he jumped into the pit, the surrounding sand particles fell into the pit because of the vibration, and soon covered his feet and knees, and then he buried the yellow sand with both hands to his waist and chest.

Maybe it was the force of his last punch on the side of the dune, or maybe it was due to some unknown factor, the 'high' sand dune suddenly collapsed like an avalanche, covering his body and blocking him from the scorching sun.

What Tang Bai couldn't bear the most was the time when his internal breath had not yet finished running on Sunday, so he had to endure not only the scorching yellow sand like a soldering iron, but also the turbidity in his chest that was about to explode.

"Maybe it's not a bad thing to explode, at least if you die you don't have any consciousness!" he entered the meditation of heavenlessness, earthlessness, and selflessness with this thought, while his skin and muscles trembled slightly, as if the drum had been gently struck by a wooden hammer.

The desert weather is very extreme, perhaps the daytime sun evaporates all the heat in the yellow sand, so the night is particularly cold, and if there is wind, the cold is like a knife's edge, which can freeze the muscles and crack the bones. Even if Tang Bai was buried deep under the sand pit, his body was stiff and hard as a stone due to the continuous shrinking of the low temperature.

Perhaps the hardness of the stone is caused by the alternation of hot and cold weather!

The cold made the yellow sand have a little more water, and his pores were in the slightest bit of water in the sand grains he absorbed, little by little, and then replenished the water molecules that his body needed.

When he fell asleep the next day, he was woken up by hunger, the feeling of hunger was really uncomfortable, his stomach kept ringing 'gurgling', and even his stomach was like cramps, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

The evening sun is the same color as the yellow sand, and the earth is covered with golden sand, and there is wind, and it is very strong, and the whistling wind brings up the yellow sand, and it is overwhelmingly attacking Tang Bai.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and he didn't distinguish between southeast and west, but he just walked forward vigorously.

The temperature was neither hot nor cold, and his strength had recovered considerably, so he walked very quickly, and he did not stop until the weather became very cold in the moonlight, and he did not know how far he had walked.

In this desert, the starlight and moonlight are no different from usual, the only difference is that the yellow sand has changed color, as white as snow, and it is very cold, cold to the bones, cold to the soul, his whole body is shaking, that is, uncomfortable, but also seems to be enjoying it.

Maybe people are born with a kind of cheapness!

People will feel small in an open place, and the more empty the place, the more silent it is, plus the cold that can freeze the blood, the boundless desolation under the night; Tang Bai feels that he is an exile, exiled in this boundless desert, enduring the scorching heat of the sun, enduring the biting cold, enduring loneliness, cold, pain and confusion.

He never wanted to gain anything, he just didn't want to lose!

He seemed to hear a moan, mixed with the sound of the wind, vaguely absent, soft, but very real.

He jumped to his feet, dancing like a child, as if the cold in the air had disappeared without a trace.

He sprang out from the side of the sand hill on the left, ghostly in the moonlight.

The sand hills were not very large, and when he turned the sand hills, Tang Bai saw a moaning man, lying on the yellow sand, motionless, like a dead man, and beside the man, there was a long sword, most of which was covered by the yellow sand.

It can be identified from his clothes and ornaments that this is a disciple of the Great Yan Sect, although it is a little tattered, but the sect mark embroidered on his chest is very eye-catching in the moonlight, and he cannot tell his age, because his skin is tanned, his lips are also sunburned, and he holds a shriveled animal skin water bag in his hand, and his eyes are half closed and half closed, and he is not angry at all.

Tang Bai was a little disappointed, this man was no longer saved, even if he was given the water and food he craved most, it could not save his life, because his vitality had been cut off, and that slight moan might represent his unwillingness! Maybe it was the last cry of his life!

Tang Bai picked up the sword, although the scabbard was old, it was antique and colorful, and the decoration was very exquisite, he gently pulled out the long sword, and the sword body reflected in the moonlight.

This is a sword, the blade of which shimmers inch by inch, and it is a sword that has been blown through the blade and sharpened like clay.

Tang Bai played with a sword flower and nodded with satisfaction, he preferred swords to knives.

Tang Bai stabbed the blade of the sword into the man's throat without hesitation, fast and ruthless, he could even feel the sharpness of the tip of the sword breaking through the opponent's skin, and he could also feel the resistance when piercing the throat bone, maybe the sword was too fast, and there was not a trace of blood splashing in the opponent's throat.

The man lying on the ground seemed to reflect the light, his eyes slowly regained their clarity, his eyes were very complicated, like relief, like resentment, like struggle, and finally his whole body cramped slightly, and there was no trace of life.

When he drew the long sword, the blood splashed with the long sword, not splashing on Tang Bai's body, but staining the yellow sand on the ground.

Tang Bai stood in front of the corpse and was silent for a long time, he found that killing people was so natural, and there was no sense of disobedience.

He slowly crouched down and retrieved a small cloth bag, a stack of silver tickets, and a thin book from the corpse's bosom.

There were thirty or forty pieces of polished rice in the cloth bag, and the amount of more than a dozen silver tickets was enough to reach about 200,000 taels, and the cover of the book read the words 'Dream Ze Shengyunqi'.

If in normal times, Tang Bai would definitely be very excited when he saw the practice of cultivation, but at this time he didn't have the heart to take a closer look.

He simply snatched the shriveled animal skin water bag from the corpse's hand, tied the rope around the mouth of the water bag to his belt, and left the place, in the direction he had identified, and walked faster and faster, as if this was the only way to drive away the chill of the night, and only in this way could he vent the depression in his heart, and only then could he get out of this damned desert.

In this ruthless desert, human life is miserable! In this ruthless desert, human nature is tenacious.

During the day, he hid in the shadows of the sand dunes to recuperate, and did not begin to walk until the sun went down, and in the early hours of the morning, he buried himself in the sand, occasionally finding a damp sand pit to replenish his body's water needs.

Not encountering a powerful storm was perhaps his greatest luck.

In the next few days, Tang Bai did not see any other people, nor did he see any wild beasts, let alone find a water source, and the whole desert was like a dead land.

He walked in the desert for seven days, he felt his body getting weaker and weaker, and when the last grain of polished rice in the sack was also crushed by him, and when he was about to despair, he saw a lake.