Mountains and seas through the great wilderness west of the clouds outside the northwest sea, the corner of the great wilderness, there are mountains but not together, the name is not Zhou.

After resting for the night on the shore of the frozen lake, the caravan continued to march on the knee-deep snow towards the Buzhou Mountains in the south, and I suddenly remembered this passage in the ancient book of Mountains and Seas.

Could it be that we are heading to this sacred mountain, which is the indifference of Middle-earth legend

If this is the case, as early as the year of the flood of Pangu, the footprints of our Han ancestors have already set foot on this mysterious land.

Or maybe the ancients from the west of the Green Mountains went to the east and brought these geomorphological information on the Green Mountains Ice Field, which is unknown.

I also remembered that when I was in Rome, Qin Chong and Liu Zhen'er and I were regarded as natives of Egypt, and what kind of relationship there was between the two

Just as the roots of the Puli people are in the Jin land of the Han Kingdom in the East, the ancestors of the Kushan people came from the weak water banks of the Hexi Corridor.

The things in this world really can't stand scrutiny, but if you don't figure it out, how can you believe that in the era of the three emperors and five emperors and the lonely people of the big country, how would the world know that in the northwest corner of Kunlun Mountain, there is a sacred mountain called Buzhou.

Today's old people in the Western Regions, such as Uncle Su and Old Uncle Rong Ge, still know about Buzhou Mountain, but most of our Han family people only know that there are green mountains

The Buzhou Mountain in the Oriental legend is made by the Gonggong clan, a descendant of Emperor Yan, who drove a dragon into the mountain, and is the only path from the human world to the heavenly court.

It is cold all year round on the mountain, and the snow is flying in the sky, which is beyond the reach of extraordinary husbands and vulgar people.

At this point, it is somewhat similar to the myth of Tianzhu in the Western Regions that Buzhou Mountain is a place where ten thousand Buddhas gather, and only those who are destined to cross it.

It was still a sunny sunny day just now, but at some point, a few black clouds drifted from the top of the iceberg in front of me, and then there was goose feather snow one after another.

Buzhou Mountain disappeared into the reckless mist in an instant, and it also pulled me back to reality from the meditation of the vast sea and the sky.

"Don't worry, Master Yi, let's turn the mountain and walk forward, we will camp in the foothills of the next ice lake, and after the snow stops and the clouds disperse, the mountain will not be far from us."

Brother Rongmu shouted loudly in my ear with a cowhide cloak on his head.

The boundless snowfield pierced me so much that I couldn't open my eyes, but I saw that the four fields were all white, and there was no difference between the peak and the flat river.

Only the caravan behind him formed a long line, slowly drifting on the snow surface with the footprints left by the men and horses in front of them, becoming the only living creature in this ancient and silent world.

"Then there is Brother Lao Rong, brother has never encountered such a wind and snow in his life, and his heart is cold."

I raised my hand to wipe the snow off the felt on my forehead and smiled uneasily.

Walking on snow for a long time is prone to snow blindness.

Before the caravan set off, the experienced Uncle Su asked each of the men to hang a piece of felt cloth woven of black cow hair on their foreheads, and only discern the way forward by the gap between the warp and weft of the felt cloth.

It's a tricky one, but it works well.

Otherwise, his eyes will be pierced by the snow and become blind, but it will be miserable

The snow that has just fallen on the Green Ridge Ice Sheet is very similar to the floating sand flowing in the Huanglong Sand Sea in the Western Regions, dry and slippery, and it makes a creaking sound when stepping on it, which is very pleasant

But with only half a cup of tea, the snow would freeze hard as jade, and it would be difficult for the Mo Evil Sword to split it even if it was sharpened like clay.

Therefore, according to Brother Rongmu's suggestion, the caravan will not take a short break on the mountain during the journey, and will not stop for a moment.

It is not until the valley area that is sheltered from the wind on all sides that it will be sharpened on the way, and the people and animals will supplement their diet to recover their strength.

The slopes under your feet are getting steeper and steeper, giving you the feeling that if you are not careful, you will be cut into the abyss.

From time to time, men and horses were unsteady under their feet, and in an instant they rolled down the hill like a collapse.

Thankfully, the snow that had fallen with it had formed a support below, and it stopped, forming a helpless black spot on the snowfield.

It took a lot of effort on the part of the people above to pull the stumbling back to their original positions with leather ropes.

Now, in addition to the blizzard, the lingering haze over the entire caravan is the magic barrier avalanche poison dragon on the green ridge ice field that makes the passers-by talk about it.

Our location is halfway up a snow-capped mountain, and once the ice and snow accumulated for thousands of years at the upper end collapses and roars down, there is no chance of survival.

I had seen it on the Wakhan Ice Sheet back then, and the originally empty Baizhang Canyon had been filled in by the ice and snow poison dragon from the sky.

And this external force is either the thicker and thicker snow, or the abyss of the underground dragon, or even just a cough from our passers-by, or a hiss from the beasts in the mountains.

Therefore, when they walked to a steep and difficult area, Uncle Su and Brother Rong Ge would signal everyone to distance themselves appropriately and stop talking to each other.

The caravan has also changed from the original long dragon to the current snake crawling trend, which is said to increase the chance of survival and escape when the poisonous dragon catastrophe comes.

I once asked my grandfather and Uncle Su how to predict the arrival of the poisonous dragon when they walked in the green ridge snow, and the answers they gave were all "listening" and "watching".

Listen to its sound and watch its momentum, and finally choose the way to escape.

When the dragon wakes up, the mountain will make a whining sound that is different from the usual, and this is the last chance to escape.

When the momentum of the poisonous dragon has been achieved, it can be seen from the appearance, and then it is particularly important to choose the correct escape direction.

Otherwise, you will panic and face the poisonous dragon head-on, and you will be swallowed up in an instant.

Slowly, the snow subsided, and our caravan entered a plateau surrounded by snowy peaks.

In mid-air, the hovering and flying Qingluan made a few chirping sounds from time to time, so that our souls were possessed and we felt alive again.

"Young master, how do you feel that thousands of mountains and snow are silent, it seems that there are only us living creatures left in this heaven and earth, haha"

Looking at the stunning scenery of the surrounding exotic land, Uncle Su couldn't help but be poetic, waving the scabbard in his hand and laughing at me.

"Uncle Su, after overcoming the headache, Daqin Road is just like this, according to my nephew's view, the most difficult business road in the world is the section west of Yangguan, the Huanglongsha Sea, the Red Land, and the scorching heat for thousands of miles, which can be called hell on earth."

I was so used to it that I was nibbling on the frozen bacon in my hand, and the thrill of escaping was indescribable.

"Brother, didn't you talk about this life in the previous paragraph

Don't you take the Daqin Road anymore, change your mind so quickly, is it possible to get the blessing of the Buddha and Bodhisattva?"

Duo'er happily took off the mulberry bow in front of the saddle, brushed the snow off my back, and teased me.

"Meng Sheng has a cloud at that time, and at this time, there will be a king for five hundred years, and there will be a famous person in the world, and after adversity, it will be a smooth road, hehe, the people of the Han family in Zhou Shenshan will come to worship the mountain."

I raised my arms in the direction of Buzhou Mountain and cheered indulgently, and all the barriers in my heart since I walked on the ice field were now swept away.

"The monks of the world are all oriented to suffering, so they are closest to the lotus platform of the Buddha. The eldest brother has realized this today, which can be described as a complete merit, congratulations"

Duo'er hung up the mulberry bow and said with a smile, not only laughing at me for forgetting the pain after the scars, but also sincerely congratulating me on finally becoming a Buddha after the calamity.

"Young master, the danger on the road of Daqin is by no means an alarmist word of the world, this thing has been open for hundreds of years, and I don't know how many foreign businessmen have lost their lives here. Not to mention, twenty years ago, the hundred-man caravan of Chang'an Jujia Tutiandao went to Tianzhu through us in Khotan, but all of them went and never returned, and they were all buried in the thousand-year-old iceberg under this Buzhou Mountain."

Uncle Su changed his joy just now, and said with a gloomy expression.

"Hey, this Tu seniors committed the name of the place, Tu Tiandao, Tu Tiandao, but he failed to conquer Tianlu, but was killed by Tianlu, but it's a pity."

Listening to Uncle Su's words, Duo'er sighed repeatedly.

The wild history of the Tu clan caravan in Chang'an on this green mountain, and the merchants of all countries who walked the east-west trade route are well known.

And my Qingfengze Inn is a transit "station" for the transmission and exchange of these information, so even a little girl like Duo'er has heard of it.

"Young master, life and death are destined by God, how can mortals of my generation be in awe and be careful in the world"

Uncle Su is so old that he already takes life and death very lightly.

"Young Master Yi, where we are now is a glacier flowing down from Buzhou Mountain, the real opening of the river is only in the month of the year, and the rest of the time is covered with ice and snow, and it only takes one day to go south along this riverbed."

As an old citizen of the Green Mountains, Brother Rongmu knows this mountain glacier well.

He pointed to the canyon between the two mountains in front of him and happily introduced that he was able to bring all the people of my caravan safely to the snow-capped mountains behind him, which made him feel a sense of accomplishment.

"Lao Rong said this, we sinful people have been forgiven by the Buddha"

Hearing that Buzhou Mountain was ahead, Qin Chong, Guo Helmet Liu and others all happily came forward.

"Crime and punishment are not up to us mortals, the Buddha's hands have their own scale. Oh, everyone, please see, the cloud peak of Buzhou Mountain"

The clouds and mist in the mountains dispersed slightly, and the cloud peaks of Buzhou Mountain stood in the snowy mountains in the northwest like a pillar supporting the sky.

And my caravan really walked into the foot of Buzhou Mountain Divine Peak at dusk on the second day.

Ten thousand rays of sunshine shine, not Zhou Shenshan is majestic and desolate.

It mercilessly opened its boundless arms and embraced us dusty creatures into the arms of the Mother of Ten Thousand Mountains.