Chapter 90: Mr. Li, the King of Egypt's Tomb Robbery (1)
I went back to the walking ladder and informed Mr. Yan and Ding Xiaoxiao of the good news of the day.
Teacher Yan was overjoyed: "Really? The other party agreed so easily? ”
I nodded lightly and kept silent.
"Okay, let's get out of here first. Let's go, smile, let's go! Teacher Yan was full of strength and stood up.
Ding Xiaoxiao also got up, but her expression was hesitant.
"Let's go, I'll do the rest." I say.
Ding Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly: "Will you finish?" But ......"
It's completely understandable that she's questioning because I've blocked the sword for the fat man. However, under the current situation, she and Teacher Yan can only take advantage of the situation to leave. Otherwise, instead of helping the general, it will make the fat man suspicious.
"Now, the essence of the problem has not changed, but the situation is improving, and at least we don't have to break our tails to survive. For the time being, there is no need for anyone to pay the price of bloodshed. If you don't leave now, when will it be? I asked rhetorically.
Ding Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed again and again, and he didn't fully approve of my suggestion. However, without the new instructions from the general, she could not think of a better solution.
We went up the fourth floor together and joined the fat man.
In front of me, the fat man ordered someone to take the people of the Yellow Flower Society out and send a car to send them off, leaving no difficulty.
"This is the first time everyone has fought each other, and for Mr. Long's sake, they have left some affection for each other. I don't want to meet here next time, in that case, I won't be able to give Mr. Long face. The fat man laughed.
The fat man always stood side by side with me, and to outsiders, we had become comrades in the same trench.
Teacher Yan looked at each other coldly, while Ding Xiaoxiao snuggled up to him tightly, like a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.
"Let's go, Mr. Yan, the farther you go, the better, it's best to leave Dunhuang immediately and seek development in a broader world." I send my blessings.
The painter is the disguised identity of Mr. Yan, since the identity is exposed, it is meaningless to stay in Dunhuang again, and even his life is in danger.
For Ding Xiaoxiao, he really has no second choice.
I didn't mention his son again, and that didn't matter. The fat man promised to release all the people of the Yellow Flower Society, including Teacher Yan's son, of course.
"Long Fei, you are so self-contained-" Teacher Yan finally didn't say anything more ugly, just clicked to the point.
"Yes, yes, send you a thousand miles, you must say goodbye in the end, since everyone has said goodbye, please go on the road." The fat man waved.
Several gray-robed ninjas walked over coldly and left with Teacher Yan and Ding Xiaoxiao in their arms.
The word "on the road" is not a nice word, especially in this case, it is simply harsh, and I can't help but frown.
The fat man sensitively noticed this, and immediately apologized in a low voice: "Ah, Mr. Long, although I have a rough command of Chinese, I am very naïve in terms of words, is it very inappropriate to say 'on the road' just now?" Or is it better to use 'have a nice trip'? ”
I'm a little helpless, no matter how worded it is, as long as Mr. Yan can leave safely, it's the biggest face that the fat man has given me.
The reason why I am sensitive to "going on the road" is because Mr. Yan once told me about the "big murder" episode of hexagrams, horse lessons, and helping.
For these metaphysical predictions, we cannot fully believe them, but we must not disbelieve them.
"Thank you for giving me face, nothing else matters." I responded politely.
The fat man swore again and repeated his assurance: "Mr. Long, since I have promised to release your friends, I will never attack them in a short period of time. However, I can only guarantee that this faction will not make a move, and you also know the current situation in Dunhuang, if others don't give you face, don't put the account on the head of the Xinyue Sect when the time comes, okay? ”
I was speechless for a moment, after all, this is the truth.
So far, I only hope that the backers of the Yellow Flower Club will arrive in time and not get into trouble in this matter.
Seeing Teacher Yan and Ding Xiaoxiao leave, my heart finally let go, and I immediately felt a rumbling in my stomach.
"Mr. Long, let's go to dinner first, and talk about work while eating." Fat man suggests.
He took me next door to the freezer, where there was a very elegantly decorated cubicle with a desk on the left and a wall of bookcases on the right.
"I often read books here and think about things that don't matter. When I am free, I often hide in this hut day and night, flipping through books to kill time. The fat man said.
Looking through the glass door, the books in the bookcase are all related to Dunhuang. In addition to the information books and reference books on the upper two floors, there are dozens of adventure novels with Dunhuang treasure hunting as the main line on the lower floor. The first book is called "Dunhuang Code", and the author is signed "Feitian".
"Dunhuang is a place that is difficult to guess, and even if you read these reference books three times, you still can't understand where their secrets are hidden. So, I bought a lot of adventure novels, hoping that the whimsy of these writers would give me some more useful inspiration. The fat man said.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the role of novels is to make people relax and relax, and they are idle books, which neither touch the heart of human nature, nor are they likely to bring people some noble educational significance.
"Well, you can flip it through, it will definitely give you different feelings. I admire these authors very much, their imagination is really rich, and when I look at the beginning, I can't help but see all the way to the end, and even the regular work is delayed. The fat man pointed to the "Dunhuang Code" and said.
I pulled out the book and flipped through it, and it turned out to be the plot of the Hong Kong Island emperor superstar ending his life by falling from a building.
The author, called "Feitian", perfectly interprets a story of Dunhuang's treasure hunting through reasonable imagination, accurate quotations from newspaper materials, and painful eulogies from fans.
"I have read this series of books over and over again, and it is very interesting, and it explains a lot of deep-seated human issues. It can be seen that the author is not a shallow person, but a splendid and all-encompassing person. "Fat man introduced.
To be sure, Dunhuang, the Mogao Grottoes, the murals, and the Vaults are all absolutely essential elements of an adventure novel, and using this place as material can easily attract millions of readers.
The cover of the book is very meaningful, using the murals of the Mogao Grottoes as the background, but the Buddha statues and pictures on it do not belong to any of the caves, but are completely self-made.
So far, at least tens of thousands of historians, painters, writers, and travelers around the world have visited the Mogao Grottoes comprehensively, and are familiar with the details of all the murals in them, even if they close their eyes, they can touch the cave they want to go to and find the mural they want to see. Looking at the introduction of the book "Dunhuang Code", the protagonist actually found a new mural and another mysterious space in the Mogao Grottoes, deifying the existence of the Mogao Grottoes step by step. Does this indicate that the so-called "familiarity and familiarity" of human beings with the Mogao Grottoes is only a superficial phenomenon, and there is still a huge space waiting for the wise men to boldly explore?
"This author is a bit interesting, and I can meet and talk to him when I have a chance in the future." I say.
"Yes, the world is big, there are infinite wise men, there are ancients before it, and there are people who come after. In terms of literature and art, China will always be Japan's predecessor and teacher, and even if it catches up day and night, it is still far away. For example, this author and this book will never be written by the Japanese compatriots who follow the rules. Even though Riman has swept the world, it lives entirely by plagiarism and borrowing from Chinese cultural masterpieces, and it is difficult to have real innovation. "The fat man was deeply touched.
Twenty years ago, Hong Kong Island culture was highly impacted by the Japanese comics.
When I was in the orphanage, my companions watched "Naruto", "One Piece", "Robot Cat", "Crayon Shin-chan", "Cherry Maruko" and so on, in addition to comic books, there were also cartoons. Riman is overwhelming, Guoman is almost wiped out, except for Huang Yulang and others who are struggling on martial arts comics, they can no longer see Chinese works.
Times are changing, and society is progressing. Today,This chaos has changed dramatically,Guoman has achieved an overwhelming victory in the market。
From the evolution of literature and art, it can be concluded that in thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, the times will never owe to those who really work hard and are talented.
Turning back to Dunhuang, under the influence of the "One Belt, One Road" national policy, this important town in the Western Regions that has been silent for more than half a century, is reshaping its glory, and those who have done their best to build Dunhuang have also received more and more attention from the state.
Under the new China and the new national policy, Dunhuang will never become the second Loulan, nor will it become any of the 36 countries in the Western Regions, but will only become newer, better and better, more and more rich and beautiful, instead of repeating the "regret of Loulan" that was swallowed and buried by the sandstorm.
Tuna sushi and mushroom miso soup are brought in, all of which are authentic Japanese flavors.
An LCD TV hung on the wall next to the dining table, and the fat man turned on the power source, and the TV was broadcasting international news.
One of the news items said that the Tibetan monk Baima Chuxin is giving alms to tens of thousands of souls in the Middle East war, whether it is the martyrs of the coalition forces or the victims of the local resistance army, they will receive the sincere blessings of the monks, get rid of the sea of atonement and suffering as soon as possible, and enter the six realms of reincarnation in advance. During the blessing activities, the old desert city of Baghdad saw strange phenomena such as the resurgence of dry springs, the flowering of century-old dead trees, and the continuous occurrence of polar days, which triggered a large number of onlookers from the citizens.
The fat man pointed to Bai Ma Chuxin, who was sitting on the Dharma platform in the picture: "Among the Tibetan monks, the most popular one among my compatriots is sincere and upright, fair and just, and a practitioner who is truly free from vanity fair and low-level interests. Last spring, Master Hakuma held a prayer ceremony in Tokyo to pray that the victims of the Fukushima nuclear accident would enter heaven as soon as possible. ”
I have read many times in the newspaper about the good deeds of Master Baima, and if the eminent monks of all Chinese sects have such insight as Baima's original heart, it must be the greatest luck of my Chinese nation.
"Mr. Long, do you feel that vegetative people also need the blessings and guidance of Tibetan monks?" The fat man asked thoughtfully.
I didn't want to refute him or mislead him, so I had to answer vaguely: "If you do more good deeds, you will be blessed, but you don't necessarily have to ask a monk to pray for blessings." As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, it is enough. ”
Buddhism is inherently subtle, and Tibetan Buddhism is in the same vein, without being artificially distorted, and the power contained in it is particularly powerful. So, I don't dare to talk about the good deeds that Master Pema has done, because I am not qualified to talk about them at all.
"I'll call my friends in Japan and get to work on it." The fat man said.