As we had anticipated, there was no surplus food for these monks from all over the world who had come to sit and settle down in the summer.

In just one day, Master Fa Xian and his entourage were ready to go around to collect their own rations during their meditation here.

Therefore, the naan cakes donated by my caravan can be said to be a carbon in the snow, which solves the urgent needs of the masters.

Naan is a staple of dry food for our businessmen when they are out and about, and is made by pressing and grilling with corn flour and can be stored for months without spoiling.

This method, like Humai, was first spread from Persia and the rest of the countries, and has taken root in our Western Regions for nearly a hundred years.

For as long as I can remember, every time before my grandfather's caravan set off, it was the busiest time for my family's Qingfengze Inn.

The young and old men in the shop, both men and women, went into battle together.

Stone grinding powder, cauldron hype, pressing and forming, ground pot baking.

At that time, the fragrance of wheat wafting from the courtyard of the Qingfengze Inn would drift far away with the gusts of summer wind.

The entire Khotanese Wangcheng officials and people will laugh and talk, and the caravan of the old man Yi in Chang'an Fang is about to start again

"Amitabha Buddha Yi is generous and grateful, and the old man is grateful. The monks have nothing to repay, so they can only pray for the benefactor in front of the Buddha, Amitabha."

Master Fa Xian, as an ascetic monk, has long been transcendent from the outside world.

But at the time of parting, he still took my hand like a grandfather and thanked me repeatedly.

"Master, the disciple went to Tianzhu to burn incense and give alms in front of the Buddha for his mother. I heard that there are monasteries everywhere, and everyone is a Buddhist, so where to go to get closest to the Buddha's lotus platform is also the best way to show the piety of our eastern disciples, and I hope that the master will give me some advice."

Duo'er bowed to Master Fa Xian and sincerely asked for advice.

"Amitabha, the little benefactor quickly invites me and other monks to go to Tianzhu to find the Buddha and ask, there are two holy places that must be visited. One is the birthplace of Shakyamuni Buddha, the second is the city of the king of Salo, when the Buddha lived in the city of Gihuan Monastery for more than 20 years, and enlightened all beings every day to promote the Dharma and finally achieve positive results. Amitabha"

Master Fa Xian helped the little sister up and sang a Buddha horn with one hand.

"Thank you, master, disciple understands"

Duo'er bowed deeply to Master Fa Xian again, and the master's few words resolved the confusion she had come along the way.

"Master is merciful, can you help the disciple calculate the misfortune and good fortune of the road ahead, Amitabha?"

Everyone in the world says that a monk who is enlightened can see the road ahead and this life clearly, and only then will he be free from worrying about Hongchen.

Perhaps on a whim, I sought a solution to my doubts from Master Fa Xian, and it was just after giving alms, which is a great taboo

But the words have been spoken, and there is no way to take them back, so I can only bow to Master Fa Xian and apologize.

"The donor of Amitabha Buddha is rich and noble, but it is a long way to go, the flowers on the other side are blooming, and the donor cherishes Amitabha Buddha" Master Faxian bowed slightly tremblingly.

In this April day in the south where apricot blossoms were flying all over the sky, my caravan and Fa Xian's master and apprentice said goodbye to each other on the ancient road of the Zihe Buddha Kingdom, and went to their respective cultivation.

But the master's unspoken words of enlightenment made me feel a chill in my back.

In the past five years or so, his life situation has been exactly the same as what the master said.

"Big brother, don't worry about Master Fa Xian, didn't he also say it, although he has gone through the calamity, he will eventually turn evil into good fortune, little sister, I am willing to give you half of the blessings in this life, hehehe"

Duo'er frowned all the way after seeing me in Zi United Kingdom, and laughed to relieve my worries.

"Young master, I said it when my lord was alive

But on the right path, don't ask about the future, we businessmen walk the rivers and lakes, every step is a dangerous road. What Master Fa Xian said is not your destiny alone, the fate of all businessmen is the same. Hehe, young master, don't care too much about it. ”

Uncle Su also kindly enlightened beside him, in his opinion, the rich and noble, the many disasters are the merchants of the whole world, not my life, which made me suddenly enlightened.

In the depths of the misty peaks ahead, the long-lost Puli King City was already in front of you.

Last time, we entered Puli from the country of Shache, and today we are going up the valley of the Hanruo River in the country of Zihe, and the scenery we see along the way is naturally different.

Uncle Rong Ge is still alive, and when he talks about my grandfather's death, he can't help but sigh.

In this small country, it is rare to see a few guests from a foreign land in a lifetime.

Therefore, a relationship is a lifelong friendship, and the ancestors of the Rong family and our ancestors surnamed Yi were all old people in Longxi a hundred years ago, and each other's ancestral hometowns were only separated by a big river of yellow water.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Su, there are actually two business routes to Fulousha"

After three bowls of spicy and strong goat's milk wine, Mr. Rongge spoke to us in a hoarse Tocharian mountain language.

"Uncle, let's quickly tell me where the other trade road leads and what are the road conditions on the way?"

I raised a bowl and drank a bowl of milk wine with my father-in-law, and asked eagerly.

For decades, my caravan traveled the traditional trade route through the Wakhan Mountains to the High Annex, and then along the Kabul River southeast to the city of Fulou Shawang.

Three years ago, we went to Rome on the same path, and the past is vivid, and my heart is sour.

"Young master, I also know the trade route that my husband said. Cross the ice peak in front of you, and go south along a mountain valley that the world calls the ancient road of Tuoli, and arrive at the Buddha country of Tuoli in North Tianzhu. Then from that across the Tianzhu River of an ancient crossing, and into the territory of the Buddha country of Jiandra, the country has the reputation of the country of incense, but also the world of all kinds of strange incense distribution place. Young master, I can take you over to see it when you get to Jiandra. Of all the businesses in the world, only this spice trade is the most wonderful, hehe"

Uncle Su stood up with the wine bowl, pointed to a thousand-year-old ice peak towering in the southeast and a hundred miles away, and said with a faint smile.

"Although half of the journey is saved compared to going around the mountain through the high annex city, the mountain road is steep and the ice and snow are continuous all year round, and we camels and horses with heavy loads cannot cross it at all. Therefore, during the years that the lord and the captain were in the team, we walked the ancient road known to the world in the Wakhan Mountains every time. Young master, you have also walked through, hehe. ”

According to legend, hundreds of years ago, a team of tens of thousands of horses galloped down from the ice peak over there like a heavenly soldier. They claimed to be from the Great Qin Kingdom, and they were going to the Eastern Han Kingdom, which was rich in silk. The army never returned, never to return. Therefore, the monks who came and went also called this trade road connecting the Tianzhu Buddha Kingdom and our Western Regions countries as the Great Qin Road. ”

In the Tocharian mountain dialect of the old man Rong Ge, there may occasionally pop up one or two ancient elegant sayings in the Dongtu Hetao area.

Duo'er, who served as our interpreter next to her, would communicate with her husband alone a few times to understand the meaning.

But this time, Duo'er's eyes widened in surprise and said, "What old man, Daqin team"

I am all too familiar with the Romans' team of light cavalry, and I still feel chilled when I think about it, and the piercing sound of the Romans' locust-like bidding across the sky seems to be heard in my ears.

Hearing about the Roman jockey team, Qin Chong, Liu Zhen'er, Sa Bing and others who were sitting not far away surrounded them.

"Miss, what Lao Suo said is true. From the south of Puli country to the north of Tianzhu this section of the green mountains, until today it is still called Daqin Road. But Lao Suo didn't know

This Great Qin is the Great Qin of the ancestral hometown of our Puli people, or is it something else sacred. Hehe, Mr. Su, the grandson of the Yi family, drink wine and eat meat"

Rong Ge's father-in-law is optimistic and bold by nature, and his son Brother Rongmu finished sifting wine for us, and the old man raised the wine bowl and invited him heartily.

As it got late and the chill rose, Shamihan led a few men to help the Rong family's sister-in-law set up two roaring bonfires on the field.

And our fat sheep spirits have also been drunk to the fullest.

"There are no 10,000 jockeys and two Roman legions, just ask the countries of the Western Regions south of Yangguan, who can be their opponents?"

Qin Chong's eyes were like lightning, and his blood surged upward, as if he had returned to the years of Cézanne's Persian golden iron horse.

"According to word of mouth among the merchants who passed by, these Romans later defected to the Xiongnu and participated in the war against the Han Dynasty, and their descendants are now in the past of your Eastern Han Kingdom for hundreds of years, and they are doing what they are doing and drinking and drinking."

Seeing that we were so curious, Brother Rong Mu hurriedly sifted wine and dissuaded.

"Come to think of it, my academy has a collection of books called Hexi Jingluo, and I seem to have seen such a record. Brother, you've read it too."

Duo'er looked back at me, her eyes shining, as warm as a spring breeze.

"I have the impression that when I was in the academy, I liked to read such idle books."

I nodded and replied, and there seemed to be an answer to this unsolved case that had been passed down from generation to generation by the people of Puli.

"Young master, in the Huangshui generation south of the Tianzhi Mountain in the west of the Dongtu River, there is now a state named Tuyuhun. There is a tribe in the country whose brown hair and blue eyes are different from the local natives, and the folk customs, clothing, and physical appearance of our Western Regions countries are not quite the same, and there is no way to know where the ancestors of these people came from. Some people speculate that they are descendants of the Persians, the Sabbats, or the Sogdians, but no one guesses that they are Roman remnants, which is a great thing in the world."

Uncle Su took a sip of milk wine and smiled faintly, feeling suddenly enlightened.

I was already a little drunk, and I thought to myself that he would pass by the foot of the Heavenly Mountain one day, and he must go to meet these descendants of Rome and bring them the news of his hometown today.

However, hundreds of years have passed in a flash, and the ancestral land has long since become a foreign land.

"Young master, it seems that the Great Qin Road is not an ice peak that the Romans and Tianzhu monks can climb over in Longtan Tiger's Den, we are afraid that it will take this road Qin Chong is willing to be the pioneer"

After listening to the introduction of Rong Ge's father and son, Qin Chong surrendered to me to fight as he did in the Canaan Righteous Army.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, followed by laughter.

Qin Chong also felt abrupt, laughed and took the wine bowl and drank it all, before hiding the embarrassment in front of him.

"From Daqin Road to Tianzhu, if you are fast, you can go back and forth in two months. Young master, or we'll give it a try."

Shamihan is a person who cares about his family, and it is most in his mood to go early and return early, so he also fully agrees with Qin Chong's idea of taking a shortcut.

"Hehe, the old man knows that you are all young heroes, tigers and wolves are not afraid, how can the Daqin Road that crosses the ice peak of the green ridge is a heavenly road, the snow on the ice peak is knee-long, and when the avalanche of the poisonous dragon is coming, you can only sit and wait for death. The purple qi on it is thin, people and animals can't breathe, and half a stick of incense will kill you, even if you have the courage to be unstoppable, in front of the impermanence of heaven and earth, you are completely powerless to parry, and you can't walk the Tuoli Road, and the young master still needs to think twice."

Seeing that I was about to be bewitched by Qin Chong and Sha Mihan, Uncle Su hurriedly stepped forward to stop me.

In his old man's opinion, ensuring the safety of human and animal lives in business is more important than anything else.

Even if it costs a lot of money, it is necessary to go thousands of miles more wrongly, which is quite the legacy of grandpa.