You Fang encountered An Zuojie in the center of the Devil's City when the sun rose in the morning, and a sandstorm broke out on the Gobi in a fierce battle, but You Fang's blade An Zuojie was swept away by the wind and landed on the edge of the Devil's City. When he crossed the wind and sand to sit in this grotto, it was noon, and it happened to be the time when Han Zhizi and others were blocked by a sandstorm on the outskirts of Dunhuang.

You Fang didn't sit in the grotto for a long time, about an hour or so, and in the silence, Shen Nian subtly sensed the roar of heaven and earth, until the sand and dust cleared. The storm came and went as fast as it came, and when the last wisp of wind swirled and disappeared into the Devil's City, the dust settled, and the scorching sun sprinkled into the vast desert.

You Fang stood up and walked to the entrance of the grotto, and bowed to the high monk again, just like worshipping this peaceful and immovable heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, and the world where gods and thoughts are combined. Then he turned around and walked out, looking at the desert Gobi in the sun, shining in the silence, the raging sand and dust had no trace to be found, and what a beautiful scenery it was!

He flew from the sky and crossed the sandstorm, but the backpack was firmly on his back, and this backpack accompanied him through thousands of mountains and rivers, and the shoulder straps were still intact, and the horizontal straps were firmly fastened to his chest.

You Fang untied his backpack and opened it, took out the last bottle of water he carried with him, moistened his lips and throat first, and then drank it carefully.

He silently calculated the direction and distance of his heart, and decided to walk out of the Devil's City directly, and go south-east across the desert to the edge of the Gobi, which is the place where he parked when he came, hoping that the off-road vehicle that experienced the sandstorm could still drive, and if he couldn't drive, he could walk to the road.

On the way home, the sand dunes left a line of shallow footprints, undulating and unhurried, and the length of each step was almost the same. After walking silently for more than an hour, he suddenly turned his head to look due south, and faintly heard the roar of the motor in his ears.

There was not much time, a motorcycle appeared on the sand dunes in the distance, the cyclist was covered with dust, and when he saw You Fang from a distance, he shouted in surprise: "Brother You, thank God, I found you!" "If you get lost, how will I explain it when I go back!" ”

You Fang also shouted: "Xiao Xian, why are you here?" ”

While speaking, Hua Youxian had already come to the front, jumped off the motorcycle and replied: "Those Fengmen seniors went to pick you up, and they couldn't come over when they encountered a sandstorm, I was also very worried after hearing about it, and asked Brother Cao Jin to get a motorcycle, and when the wind and sand were smaller, he passed through directly, I was really lucky, I met Brother You before I arrived in Devil City, are you okay?" ”

You Fang now looks as if he has undergone a ransack, and one of the sleeves of his coat is gone. The two trousers were also shattered into trumpet flowers, and there were several holes in the uppers of the shoes, and the toes could be seen. His left earlobe was bloody, and there were thin red threads on his face and the skin of his legs that showed his torn pants, which were scratched by the wind and sand.

Although his appearance was a little "miserable", his expression was not embarrassed at all, his bearing was graceful and full of energy, Hua You looked up and down for a long time and did not find anything wrong with You Fang, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

You Fang was also looking at Hua Youxian, he was covered with wind and dust, and even the folds of his clothes were covered with fine sand, obviously breaking into the desert when the sandstorm did not completely stop. Looking at the motorcycle he was riding, it was very much compared to the broken motorcycle from the police station that You Fang had ridden to Songhe Valley, the traces were mottled and even the paint had almost fallen off, and he just threw it on the sand dunes, and the tires were still spinning.

I don't know where Cao Jin found this motorcycle to lend to Hua Youxian, although it looks old and broken, but it is well maintained and the performance is also excellent, and it can ride here through the desert, and the speed of the speed just now is quite fast. There are two large plastic buckets wrapped in black cloth hanging from the back seat of the motorcycle, with water on one side and fuel on the other, which is very well prepared.

You Fang wanted to say: "Didn't I tell you not to come, you and I don't want to go into danger together, why don't you listen?" But after looking at Hua Youzai's appearance, he swallowed back the words, and just nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, it's just right, let's go back, and we can meet Han Zhizi and them halfway." ”

Hua Youxian rode a broken motorcycle to carry Youfang, and the road had never been clear, this place was outside the scope of the Devil's City, the location was north-east, belonging to the desert area, and the edge of the Gobi Desert was to the south. Although it is no longer a strange rocky area like Devil's Town, you can occasionally see tall castle-like rocky mountains among the endless sand dunes.

After walking a short distance, You Fang suddenly spoke: "Stop, there is someone in front!" As he spoke, he jumped off the bike, turned and walked to the left.

Hua Youxian stopped the motorcycle and put it down, and also looked in the direction where You Fang was going, only to see a lonely stone mountain in the distance showing the surface of the sand dunes, and two blue-gray figures at the foot of the mountain were slowly coming this way. Hua Youxian was surprised, and You Fang had already stepped forward to salute: "If there is a fate in life, where don't the rivers and lakes meet, Master Xinqing, I didn't expect us to meet in this desert?" …… Half and a half, following the master for half a year, everything is good? ”

It turned out that the two people were actually from the Xinqing River in Liaoxi Dacixing Temple and Wang Youfo, the son of Wang Xunjie, the head of the bow faction. You Fang sang with Wang Xunjie, first scared him for a while, and then "punished" him to accompany Master Xinqing for a year, his practical intention was to let him follow this master to have a good experience, this kind of opportunity is really rare.

Xin Qingzhen took Wang Youfo with him to travel asceticism, and not long ago he arrived in Chengdu, and he also saw Chu Fu, Zhang Liuhua and others, and at this moment he actually came to the Gobi Desert. They should have also encountered a sandstorm, and they took refuge in that mountain after the wind and sand stopped, and then set off again, and the direction was actually to the Devil's City.

Xinqing is still the same, dressed in a washed white and patched monk's robe, and he returns the salute with a one-handed bowl.

Wang Youfo looked a little embarrassed, his head was full of sand, his coat was broken several times, there was a hole in his pants, and his ass was almost exposed, it seemed that it was not so easy to walk through the wind and sand. But he was carrying a big bag at the moment, his expression was still quite excited, and he saluted to You Fang and said, "Hello Mr. Rand, I came here with Master Asceticism, and you also brought the disciples here to sharpen your mind?" ”

You Fang wanted to laugh when he saw Wang Youfo and at the same time sighed, it is not easy to seek enlightenment, as far as his own experience in this sandstorm is concerned, it is indeed a rare opportunity to sharpen the fate, it is impossible to understand such a mystery between heaven and earth while sitting at home safely, but such an experience is indeed full of danger and suffering.

When Wang Youfo was in the bow faction, all the elders were usually spoiled, and I was afraid that he couldn't bear to let him suffer this kind of hardship, but his father could think of it and let him follow Master Xinqing to go out for asceticism.

Hearing Wang Youfo call Xinqing "Master", it seems that he has officially worshiped this high monk as a teacher, You Fang immediately arched his hand and said: "Half and a half, congratulations, worship under Master Xinqing!" ．．．．．． This little brother's name is Hua Youxian, just call him Xiaoxian. ”

Hua Youxian also stepped forward to salute, this desert under the sun is not the place to talk, and after a few simple chats, he broke up here. Xinqing had just walked down the sand dunes with Wang Youfo, and You Fang suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Master, please stay!" ”

Xinqing turned around and said, "What's the matter with the donor?" ”

You Fang walked down the sand dunes, took out a roll of things from his backpack, handed it over with both hands, and said: "This thing followed me for thousands of miles, and finally returned to Dunhuang, it is the will of heaven to meet the master!" This thousand-year-old scripture suicide note, I beg Master Xinqing to accept it, it is more suitable in your hands than in my hands. ”

Xinqing unfolded this scroll in the sun, and the desolate and solemn breath was silently diffused in the desert, and the figure and demeanor of this high monk were also indescribably dyed with an indescribable solemn atmosphere. After the scroll was completed, it was slowly rolled up, he did not shirk or refuse, put away the scroll and looked at You Fang and said: "Ordinary or rare, there is no difference between Buddhism, but Mr. Rand is so generous to poor monks, and the cow is actually the blessing of the Dharma in the world, I don't know what to teach?" ”

You Fang smiled, pointed at Hua Youxian and said: "I don't dare to give advice, it's just that my little brother has a question, and I want to ask the master for advice, and I hope that the master will use the magic in this scripture to evolve the fate of the law." ”

Hua Youxian was stunned when he heard this, You Fang said that he had questions and wanted to ask Master Xinqing for advice, he himself had never mentioned this stubble, and even meeting Xinqing was an accident. But when he saw the Dunhuang scripture scroll suicide note in Xinqing's hand, he immediately reacted, stepped forward and bowed and saluted: "Master, I once had a question by the Dunhuang Crescent Spring, and the legend has three treasures of the Crescent Spring, iron-backed fish, seven-star grass, and five-color sand. Both the ironback fish and the seven-star grass have references, but what is the five-colored sand? The Crescent Spring is in the desert, but isn't it surrounded by five-colored sand? ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Wang Youfo on the side was also very interested, and interjected curiously: "Is there still this legend in Dunhuang?" Master, what exactly does the five-colored sand mean, the disciple also wants to ask for advice. ”

Xinqing's expression seemed to be smiling, he came to the dervishes in the wind and sand, and after the wind and sand were silent, there was still most of the light yellow and moon-white fine sand in the bowl. He stretched out his left hand, put the half bowl of sand in front of Hua Youxian's eyes in the sun, and said lightly: "Donor, please look carefully, what do you see in your heart?" ”

The strangeness of this scene is indescribable, Xinqing's words are like witty words, the scenery has changed unchanged, the fusion of what the Yuan Shen sees and what he sees in front of him is strange, as if only this half bowl of sand grains is left between heaven and earth, and the microscopic place is more and more clear, each sand grain has become a pearl-like size, crystal transparent, reflecting a brilliant five-color light in the sun.

If you can barely describe its subtlety, it is like magnifying the sand grains under a high-powered electron microscope, but the situation is not entirely so, and it is not something that words can describe. It turns out that those sand grains are so pure and beautiful, it is simply dreamlike, and each sand grain seems to contain a colorful world.

Xinqing's voice came calmly in his ears: "Five-colored sand, just by the crescent spring, in the desert you walked, do you see?" ”

ps: Today has been double-shifted, and this book is asking for a monthly pass for the last time! Thank you for your support!! ~！