Most of these craftsmen are local Daxia veterans, but there are also Cypriots and Dayue people from Gaofu and poisonous countries.

Although the monk repeatedly preached that we were passing caravans from the Eastern Turk Han Kingdom, mortals on earth, the onlookers did not seem to believe us.

Such gorgeous robes, such handsome young men and women, who are not bodhisattvas from the Western Heaven Elysium, and who are they sacred?

In this way, these natives must have never seen visitors from Middle-earth, and told them that they had been to the prosperous Chang'an and Luoyang.

The sun set slowly, and the ancient temple next to the Buddha in front of the mountain came from the crisp and melodious evening bell.

The aftermath lingered in the valley, and people's impetuous hearts instantly quieted down, as if entering an incomparably beautiful divine realm.

It also reminds me of the Tsama Monastery on the banks of the Khotanese River, the grand and solemn Buddha puja, and the home of Qingfengze and my relatives.

Far away in the world, the compassion of going to the country and nostalgia for the hometown also arises spontaneously, and I can't help but stand quietly on the roadside, fold my hands in the direction of the ancient temple, and sincerely thank the Buddha.

The monks scattered along the river, in the valley, in the Longshang, and in the forest, stepped on the afterglow of the setting sun, or carried baskets, or drew water, or carried dry firewood, or held food bowls, in the call of the evening bell, returned to the ancient temple in twos and threes.

The native craftsmen who were originally onlookers also seemed to have received a call from the Buddha, no longer watching, but scattered with their mouths and verses.

The valley suddenly returned to its former calm, and all the beings who had gone away seemed to be empty, and they had never come.

"Brother, let's find a shop to live in!"

Breaking the mysterious calm in front of him, Gulando asked cautiously.

Qingluan had already flown out at some point, wandering lonely in the low red sky.

And Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er all sat tightly on the back of their horses, as if they were in a daze, facing the grotto in front of them in a daze, and even all the horses stopped kicking and snorting, the scene was very grotesque.

It is said that in the pure land of the Buddha, all living beings work during the day, and the gathering of gods and Buddhas at night.

Now the immortals of the eight directions in this mountain may be on their way to the ancient temple, and we mortals have no way of seeing it, but the soul in the body seems to have sensed such an existence.

This ancient temple is marked in the brocade map of the mother, and the current presiding Dharma name is Midhara who is merciful and kind to any foreign businessman.

We could have stayed with Gen-la for one night, but by the time the bell rang, the monastery would no longer have received ordinary visitors from the rest of the world

In addition, Gulando is a woman, so staying at an ancient temple at night is also a great disrespect to the Buddha.

Therefore, after discussion, we decided not to go to the ancient temple and look for another wild store to stay.

Or, as before, set up a tent in the wasteland, bury a pot to cook, and sleep overnight.

The reason why there are so many grottoes and stone Buddha statues in this Bamiyan Valley is also like the Dunhuang Shazhou Grottoes in our Middle Earth, which were donated and sponsored by merchants from all over the world.

In other words, this valley has always been a transportation hub connecting the east and the west, and the past business and travel have gathered.

In such a place, how can there be no restaurant!

Sure enough, after bypassing this valley, there is a crowded castle in front of you, which is also the seat of the king of this Buddha country.

It didn't take much effort for us to find an inn with a spacious courtyard on Stone Street.

It was also the first time for the store to see us Han merchants, and with a look of surprise on their faces with folded hands, they warmly welcomed us into the lobby of the inn.

As we sat down to sip the fig tea served by the shop, a Sassanid man dressed in a black robe with golden hair stepped forward.

"Excuse me, may I ask you two are the daughters of Mrs. Khotan's daughter of the Qingfeng Ze Inn in Khotan? Hehe, this is impossible, how can there be such a clever thing in the world! ”

The Sassanid asked with a slight bow, then shook his head and smiled in denial of his guess.

"You are?" Grandot and I stood up, and we could already conclude that the Sassanid merchant had been to Middle-earth and had stayed at my inn.

But every year there are so many merchants coming and going from the East and the West, and I have no impression of the Sassanid people in front of me, who have nothing special.

"The Hebrew caravan of Babylon! You're Uncle Moses! ”

Gulando suddenly shouted with joy, and clutched the comer's hands tightly, as if he had met a long-lost relative.

"Sure enough, it's Miss Gurandot! Ha ha! Hello, Master Jincheng! Ten years ago, when you first passed by Qingfengze, you were still a baby! I didn't expect to meet you here! ”

The Hebrew man named Moses laughed heartily and came over to me and gave me a heartfelt hug.

"Brother, Qin Chong, Uncle Moses, they stayed in my inn for more than ten days the year before last, so I still have a little impression!" With a smile on his face, Qulandou introduced Moses to each of us.

"Brother Langton, you are also Canaanite, and you and Moses are still fellow villagers!"

"My hometown is at the foot of the Temple Mount in Jerusalem, where is my brother?" Hearing that it was his own township party, Langton got up and bowed and asked eagerly.

"Oh! Our family has been in Babylon for a long time, and our hometown is long gone! ”

These two Canaanites spoke in Hebrew throughout, and if it weren't for the Qulando's translation, we would have been deaf who couldn't understand a word.

"That's a pity, I still want to ask you about the situation in my hometown!" Langton sighed sadly.

"Our land is still there, but it's no longer our homeland! O Jerusalem! The Assyrians came the Babylonians, the Persians, and now the Romans! We Hebrews are God's orphans! ”

Moses stretched out his arms and chanted passionately, very in the style of a Legalist who preached the scriptures and taught the Tao in Middle-earth.

"Shop! Bring the wine! I would like to honor our most esteemed guests! ”

Then I noticed that a few merchants who were traveling with Moses at the wooden table not far away also gathered around, shouting for the shop to bring wine, and the Qurandot knew them.

The world is so big, so big that it has no borders. But it was such a coincidence that we, the waves at both ends of the sea, were able to meet together.

Wine and glow-in-the-dark glasses were no longer uncommon here, and all the merchants of our two caravans raised the glow-in-the-dark glasses filled with fine wine, and sent their heartfelt wishes to each other in a language that neither of them understood.

I admired the crisp and neat hospitality of these Western colleagues, and after a glass of wine, they returned to their seats to eat and drink, not like Middle-earth, with its many etiquette and endless nonsense.

"Miss Gurandot, how did you brother and sister end up in this place?" Moses and Qulando, who knew each other the most, did not leave to continue chatting with us.

"We're going to Rome. Brother Moses, have you been to the city of Rome? Is it good to walk along the way? Gulando asked.

"It's hard to go! The drought and plague are still spreading, and there are wars between Sassanid Persia and the Romans in every oasis! There is also the internal strife of the East and West Rome! Now I have a contract, otherwise I can take you to Rome, which will save you a lot of detours! ”

Moses smiled apologetically as he cut the steak with a scimitar.

"What a coincidence! Ay! Big brother, will you still pass by Qingfengze Inn this time? ”

Gulandot was so busy communicating with Moses that it was too late for me to be the interpreter on the spot, so Brother Langton could only do it for him temporarily, relaying the content of the exchange between the two of them.

"Of course it passes! We're going to live in your house, and we're going to buy a batch of jade from your father's house to bring back to Babylon!" Moses and we touched another cup of the word.

"That's great, I'll write a letter to my family, and trouble my eldest brother to bring it to my mother!" Gulando's overjoyed eyes.

"No problem! Our caravan will leave for Gaofu tomorrow morning, and Miss must hand over the letter to me tonight!" Moses replied generously.

After listening to Moses' promise, I got up excitedly and poured him wine.

"Mr. Moses, bring me one too, and tell my newlywed wife that she is safe!" When Shamihan heard that he could carry letters home, his face flushed with joy.

"It's no problem to have as many letters as you want, hehe, but friends are friends, and business is business! A letter is a gold, you can indicate in the letter to the family, the letter to pay! ”

I didn't expect Brother Moses to be so realistic, the Hebrews had heard of the shrewdness of business for a long time, and today they finally saw their true faces.

It's like eating a delicious meal when you suddenly swallow a fly, and you suddenly feel bored, but you still force a smile and Moses to drain the glass of wine.

"It's getting late, go back and prepare, dear friends!"

Moses smiled and stood up, not feeling any discomfort.

Perhaps in their Hebrew philosophy of doing business, it was meant to be that there was no such thing as a free lunch.

Only then did Moses notice the big bird Qingluan beside Gulando, who was staring at him fiercely.

On a whim, he reached out and stroked Qingluan's head.

Immediately followed by a scream, Brother Moses' palms had been pecked heavily by Qingluan's eagle rafters.

Thanks to Qulando's timely stopping, the Hebrew merchant's palm was not perforated.

Everyone hurried back to the house, borrowed a sharp pen from the shopkeeper, and wrote a letter to their families on the papyrus they carried.

Among them, Gulandot wrote to his mother, I confided my thoughts to my wife Kuzhina, and Shamihan wrote to his new wife, Inlandlil.

Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er have no relatives to send, and the hometowns of Hesrul and Langton are on our way to this trip.

The four of them also saved four golden post fees, and I also thought of Shangguan Yanxi's Luocheng post post.

If the fee of her post office is also one gold per letter, then the post office business will become the most profitable business in the world.

Thousands of miles away from home, family letters are worth 10,000 dollars.

Brother Moses' asking price is quite fair, even if he sits on the ground and starts the price, a letter from home for five gold, we will send it correctly.

After writing a letter overnight and giving it to Moses, the night was already very deep.

When we woke up the next morning, we were told that the Hebrew caravan had been on its way an hour earlier, and that it was now estimated that it had left the Bamiyan Valley.

At this time, two young novices from the ancient temple in front of us came to the shop and said that they had invited us to have a morning meal with the Midra Master on the behalf.

The invitation of this Brahmana monk surprised us.