"Strange, strange, strange." The Snow Bodhisattva sat across from me and suddenly shouted three times in a row.

"What?" I looked up and asked.

"The first plan was not like this, Zuo Fengshou took people out to solve the Russian demon slayer." She said.

I nodded, for I knew that this was indeed the real purpose of the Compass villagers, and that they had indeed found the car in which the Russians were riding on the Ring Road. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the mirage, Zuo Fengshou and the others would have returned triumphantly at this moment.

"There is no reason for this, there must be something wrong with some link - the secret of the mirage has not been widely disseminated, but belongs to Luopan Village alone." Snow Bodhisattva said.

Under the light, the tip of her nose shone with a faint jade light, and her dark eyes gently turned around, like black pearls in a white jade plate.

"The world is so big, not only one Yellow Flower Club is dominant." I say.

Snow Bodhisattva waved his hand: "Mr. Long, you don't know that the news of the mirage has always been tightly sealed. We set up a chain of scouts on the nearby hills, and normally, whenever a mirage appears, the surrounding roads are blocked, and all vehicles and pedestrians are not allowed to pass. So, for more than a year, only the Compass Village knew about the strange things about the mirage. ”

I immediately asked, "So, the Yellow Flower Society of Compass Village, must also know about the mirage devouring the living?" ”

The Snow Bodhisattva hesitated a little, smiled wryly and shook his head.

I asked with a straight face: "Snow Bodhisattva, it's all this time, unless you plan to seal my mouth forever, otherwise, the news of the mirage will definitely not be able to cover it." Let's say, is the Yellow Flower Society very aware of the mirage devouring the living? ”

Snow Bodhisattva's face changed, but then he returned to normal.

She is a very beautiful woman, but often the more beautiful the woman, the more ruthless she is, the more she surpasses ordinary people.

"Yes." The Snow Bodhisattva nodded.

I couldn't help but gasp, since I knew that the mirage was fierce, Zuo Fengshou and the others did not receive instructions to retreat, but rushed up the mountain desperately. If I had been involved, I would have been lost somewhere in Mingsha Mountain at this moment.

Huang Huahui's resolute attitude towards his subordinates is really cold.

"Your pie is really ...... It's really ruthless. I sighed.

Snow Bodhisattva was a little ashamed and tried to justify: "Mr. Long, actually...... Things on the rivers and lakes are unpredictable, and sometimes some people have to be sacrificed in exchange for greater victories. You can look at history, which dynasty did not 'succeed in one will make ten thousand bones dry'? Ancient, modern, and modern, which political dynasty was not built with the corpses and blood of its soldiers? ”

I couldn't help it, and sneered: "Snow Bodhisattva, some disasters are caused by current events and are unavoidable, but some disasters are human errors, and innocent lives have to pay for them." You said that last night's incident could have been collected in time and saved from death, right? ”

The Snow Bodhisattva was speechless, and his expression gradually became indifferent, like the whitening light and shadow on the east window.

Time passed too fast, and before you knew it, another night had passed, and the morning sun was about to rise in the east.

"It is true that some people do not have to die, but in order to pursue the truth, some people must die." Snow Bodhisattva said, "Life is precious, but love is even more valuable." If it is free, both can be thrown. Those Chinese ancestors in the past have long set a glorious example for us, and only by stepping on the footsteps of our predecessors can we reach the country of freedom. ”

I didn't want to contradict her, so I just smiled lightly and didn't say anything more.

That poem is a celebration of the strong will of the revolutionaries, and should not appear in the mouths of the Yellow Flower Gang with the Pentagon as the backstage.

There is no need to justify the fact that the terms life, love, freedom, and so on have different interpretations in every era and in every country with different political ideologies. In order for any gang to achieve the highest goals of its leader, it must also have a set of demagogic theories to guide the gang to unite and work together.

At present, no one can judge the good and evil nature of the Yellow Flower Society, just as the world, philosophers, and sociologists cannot judge the good and evil of the United States and Russia.

Or, history has its own public opinion, and a hundred years later, when later generations of researchers and scholars will analyze the current history, countries, and gangs, they will know whether everything that the Yellow Flower Society has done is right or wrong.

As for me and the Snow Bodhisattva, we are just two duckweed in the tide of history, occasionally jumping out of the water, but they are both fleeting, obliterated by time and space. Therefore, it is meaningless for the two of us to argue about right and wrong, just like the "two children arguing about the day" in the ancient text, leaving unsolved puzzles for the world in vain.

"Mr. Long, when Zuo Fengshou comes back, everything will fall into place. Or rather, it is only a matter of time before all those who have been devoured will return. Snow Bodhisattva said.

"I hope so." I nodded.

"There is still some time before the people who sent out come back, and you can take a nap. I'll wake you up again if there's any further news. Snow Bodhisattva said.

I didn't refuse, because I was so tired.

"Thank you." I say.

Snow Bodhisattva's smile became deep and charming: "Mr. Long doesn't have to be polite, in fact, Huang Hua will be willing to be Mr. Long's best friend and comrade-in-arms. ”

The same thing the general had said, but she had mysteriously disappeared from the periphery of the base at the moment.

"It's my pleasure." I couldn't stop laughing.

The wooden bench inside the stone tower was hard, but as soon as I lay down, my head touched the chair and I immediately fell asleep.

Dreams are the strangest and most illogical of all—as soon as I enter the dream, I stand at the top of Mingsha Mountain, and all I hear in my ears is the sound of sand particles flying. In my dream, I was standing on the top of the mountain in the sunset, looking around, and the surrounding scenery was in full view.

A desolate and muffled horn sounded, and a withered and poorly armored army came around the sand.

This army went from east to west, and in the valley to the west, there was clearly an ambush of a unit with bright armor and sharp weapons. As soon as the two armies meet, the troops coming from the east will probably be completely annihilated.

I don't know where the two armies came from, so I don't care who wins and who loses.

In my dream, I had a strong feeling, that is, "The reason why the sand of Mingsha Mountain can make a chirping sound is not caused by the simple friction of sand grains, but has a deeper metaphysical reason." ”

In the desert, the place where the most friction between sand grains is the "quicksand well". In that kind of place, the sand is flowing at a high speed, and any person, animal, or car caught in it will be automatically swept in, and through the movement of the underground quicksand, it will be "teleported" to another location, becoming a "desert dry corpse". However, there is no place in the world where the "quicksand well" can make a sound, and this side of Mingsha Mountain is unique.

The battle finally started, with ambushes everywhere and dazzling knives, which was more direct, bloodier, more ferocious, and more violent than the cold weapon melee scene in the movie.

I'm just an outsider, standing high with my arms crossed.

Since ancient times, battles with the desert as the main battlefield have always been particularly brutal, and even the winner of this battle may end up in the desert due to excessive physical exertion.

The desert exists forever, swallowing everything without seeing the increase or decrease of the area.

I even suspect that the warring parties have put life and death on the line, and do not even know why they are fighting, why they are ambushed and ambushed.

This is the rivers and lakes, and the fate of many people is buried in an inexplicable ambush war.

From the life and death of those people, I also think of the first half of my life.

The factional disputes on Hong Kong Island are also quite fierce, and if Lei Dongtian did not have the eloquence of the heavens and latitudes, Perak Hall would have long been reduced to the scum at the feet of Haoqiang.

So at the moment, even the Yellow Flower Society, the Tank Gang, the Northern Emperor and other schools are counted, and the status quo of their repeated competition is not equivalent to a battle between the two armies in the desert?

In whose hands are our lives and deaths?

Relying on the geographical advantage, the ambush finally gained absolute superiority and launched a massacre against the remnants of the army from the east.

I didn't rush down to save people, because I didn't know who was right and who was evil.

"The people of today do not see the ancient times and the moon, but the present month once looked like the ancients. There are thousands of wars in the desert, which is nothing more than the relationship between killing and being killed, and the good and evil, right and wrong are buried in the yellow sand, and they are nothing more than a detailed discussion. "I can't help but sigh pessimistically.

After the baptism of the ancient Dunhuang, what can really be left and valuable is the world-renowned murals of the Mogao Grottoes. The rest, heroes, bandits and squires, court officials, and mountain and wild rogues all ceased to exist and were nowhere to be found.

Neither I nor the warring parties were aware of when the mirage appeared, until suddenly I had fallen into the mirage, facing a mountain of fairy clouds and evergreen pines and cypresses.

I heard the melodious singing, right in the depths of the white clouds, at the top of the cliffs.

"If you climb the mountain, you will be free from all suffering." A voice whispered in my ear.

If I hadn't seen the scene of the villagers disappearing from Luopan Village, maybe I would have been tempted by that sentence and began to follow the song to climb the mountain. However, it is precisely with the vigilance in the heart that we will not start rashly.

The mirage in the eyes of the ancients was illusory, unpredictable, and far away, never attainable.

Today's mirage, however, is within reach and close at hand.

"Everyone has curiosity, but if you want to live a long life, you should be down-to-earth." I whispered to myself.

"It's the best relief." The strange voice said again.

I shook my head, in fact, I don't need to be liberated now, but I need to work harder to overcome all obstacles and quell the various disputes in Dunhuang.

Although I have not yet reached the status of the supreme martial arts and the leader of the Green Forest Alliance, I can't respond to every call, but for the sake of the peace and tranquility of Dunhuang, I am willing to fight once to prevent the further expansion of the out-of-control situation.

The mountain phantom retreated, and when it floated to the battlefield of engagement, many people dropped their weapons and rushed towards it desperately.

"Even the victors chose to flee the battlefield in the end." I can't help but lament.

When those people poured into the illusory valley, a gust of wind passed, and the mirage disappeared with everyone.

The scene in the dream was exactly the same as the scene I saw with my own eyes when the villagers of Luopan Village disappeared, and the mirage swallowed everything up and it was impossible to resist.

"Mirage...... A mirage is a phantom, a painting...... It's a mural - the mirage is the Dunhuang mural, and it's the Mogao Grottoes! This thought crossed my mind.

According to the official data, Dunhuang murals include Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes, West Thousand Buddha Caves, Anxi Yulin Grottoes, a total of 552 grottoes, preserved more than 50,000 square meters of murals in the past dynasties. Most of the contents describe the image of God, the activities of God, the relationship between God and God, and the relationship between God and man, so as to express the wishes of the believers and appease the hearts of the believers.

As I guessed, if every mirage produces a page of murals, then all the murals in Dunhuang are the work of genius, and they are all hints and inspirations given to mankind by God with the help of mirages.

"War - there are countless fragments depicting war, hunting scenes in the murals, the images are lifelike, their layouts are compact and realistic, and they are not much different from real wars. If the mural is from a mirage, then where does the mirage come from? What kind of ideas did the ancients choose to use the Mogao Grottoes as a place to carry the murals? "I can't help but think deeply.

Similarly, official information shows that the Mogao Grottoes were built during the Sixteen Kingdoms period in history.

According to the record of the book "Li Kerang rebuilt the Buddha shrine tablet in Mogao Grottoes" in the Tang Dynasty, in the second year of the former Qin Jianyuan (366), the monk Lezun passed by this mountain, and suddenly saw the golden light shining, such as ten thousand Buddhas, so he dug the first cave on the rock wall. After that, Zen Master Faliang and others continued to build caves here to practice meditation, called "Mogao Grotto", which means "high place in the desert". In later generations, because "desert" and "Mo" were common, it was renamed "Mogao Grottoes".

When historians studied the history of the former Qin, they also found strong circumstantial evidence, and the names of the great monks such as Lezun and Faliang, who excavated the Mogao Grottoes, can be traced back to their roots.

The question I ask is, where did the mural in the mind of the first monk to dig a cave in the rock face come from?

It must have been a special opportunity when he saw and heard extraordinary sights and sounds, and then he painted the first stroke and the first page on the cave wall.