Gu Landuo held his chin in his hands, and listened to Uncle Su tell about the bloody past with his eyes open in horror.

For me, the battle scene is already unfolding before my eyes.

"At that time, your grandfather, and Lu Yu and Lu Ye were the time when the blood and qi Fang Gang martial arts were in the world, hehe! Lu Ye bent his bow and arrows and shot several of the other party's thieves on the horse in an instant, and the old man led a young man like us with a scimitar in his hand to fight, and he killed half of the hundred and ten centaurs who came over from the other party, but we were unharmed! Ha ha! ”

Talking about this experience when he was young, Uncle Su looked at his grandfather with bright eyes, as if he had returned to the young age when tigers and wolves were not afraid and ghosts were fearless.

"Jincheng, you remember, most of the time you walk on the rivers and lakes, you can use money to settle down, break wealth and eliminate disasters, and don't accidentally hurt the lives of the guys because of your wealth! But there are also demonstrators like thieves who don't get in with oil and salt, and who want money and take their lives! Since you encounter it, don't be afraid, just fight hard, or you can be put to death and reborn! You have the same ruthlessness as you cut the wolf outside the Yang Pass! Hehe! ”

Grandpa looked at me and smiled kindly.

"Brother, when did you slash the blue wolf!" Gurandot exclaimed as she looked at me in surprise, she didn't believe her ears.

"Your brother and Qin Chong teamed up to kill more than a dozen hungry wolves in the north, on the way to Chang'an last year! Hehe, since that time, your brother has officially entered the industry! ”

Grandpa smiled with relief, if it weren't for that experience, he really wouldn't have made up his mind to let me take charge of the Qingfengze caravan now.

"Miss Duo'er, the rivers and lakes are sinister! People should have compassion, but when you meet the most heinous people, your mercy will only encourage the evil deeds of the bad people and bring bad luck to you! When it is time to make a move, we must act decisively, and there must be no kindness of a woman, which is also the way of survival for our businessmen! Su Shudun taught.

"Doll understands!" Gulando replied.

The night was dark, and in the isolated mountains, there were faint sounds of the howling of nameless beasts.

Except for a few men on duty who were whispering around the campfire, everyone else was tightly wrapped in their sleeping bags and fell asleep in the cold night.

The moonlight is like water, the dome is like a dai, the sky and the earth are completely one, and the creatures in our world seem to have never come, and everything is empty.

On the second day, after resting for a day in the foothills on the outskirts of Bodhi Bank, the caravan came to the Wakhan Mountains after climbing over a bare mountain beam.

As far as the eye can see, the mountains are full of Gobi rocky beaches, covered with a thin layer of snow, and there is no trace of life in sight.

It may be caused by countless years of icebergs and avalanches, or it is caused by the weathering of mountains over the years, and it is the same as the Gobi that you see after crossing the Huanglong Sand Sea on the way to Chang'an.

The difference between the two is that this Wakhan mountain is located in the alpine wind area, and the wind is raging all year round, the cold is pressing, and the breathing is not smooth.

The Gobi Desert beyond Yangguan is the hope after getting rid of the sea of suffering, and this mountainous area is the beginning of the march of suffering.

I had just walked on this barren land for an hour or two, and I saw a few camels, horses, and the dry bones of the world's white forests scattered randomly in the troubled world, which was terrifying.

These dry bones may have been left by merchants and monks from the East and the West, and it is already the end of the crossbow to come here, and they can only sit and wait for death, how sad!

In the spring and March weather, there is not a single camel grass that is the easiest to survive in the desert here, except for stones.

The road was uneven, and we each prepared a wooden stick before we set off at Bodhi Beach, and at this time it was finally put to use.

"Uncle Su, why doesn't there be any grass here! If we were in Khotan, the new leaves of the poplar forests would turn green every March! ”

I stumbled side by side with Uncle Su, the camel caravan, the yak herd and our horse team scattered through the mountains, and the rolling peaks on both sides became a natural barrier.

"Young master! The ground temperature here is like winter all year round, and you have to wear fur coats when you walk from here in the dog days, how can the plants and summer flowers survive! ”

Uncle Su was wearing an old sheepskin coat, wrapped in a thick turban, and a fox skin collar covered his entire face, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

We were walking against the bitter west wind, and the bone-chilling cold was worse than that on the ice peaks, and all the winter clothes were put on our bodies, and we still felt that our whole bodies were not the slightest bit hot.

"With such a bad trip, why not find another way?" I was puzzled.

"From our Western Regions to Gaofu City, there are only two roads to go, one is the Great Xia Ancient Road of Wusun Rouran, and the other is this Wakhan Mountain! The rest of the place is either one snow-capped mountain after another, or a thousand-year-old ice peak that we can't fly over with wings, and the danger is far greater than here! ”

The whistling west wind carried a shrill whistle, and I put my ear to Uncle Su's mouth to hear him clearly.

"Young master, bear with me! It takes seven or eight days to get through here! Compared to the scorching heat of the Huanglong Sand Sea, I like it more here! Qin Chong led the horse and followed, shouting loudly.

He had a certain point, a caravan like ours was well supplied, and they could have no worries about food and clothing for ten days or eight days.

The cold is not terrible, but it is really unbearable to take a few pieces of fabric from the skin bag and wrap it around the body.

The oven heat is the hardest to bear, because you have nowhere to escape.

When Gulandau first entered the Wakhan Mountains, he accidentally stepped into a crack in the stone and injured his ankle, so he also had the only privilege of the whole team to ride on the road.

Her mount was led by Qin Chong, Sha Mihan, and Liu Zhen'er in turn, and the little woman sat on the horse like a happy princess.

Her young eagle Qingluan may have seen the wind grow because of the abundance of meat.

After a few days of not noticing, all the wings covered in jet-black thorns had grown, and they were communicating with Gulandot in a way that only the two of them could understand, and it became the only scenery on our monotonous walk.

On the fourth day of our entry into the Wakhan Mountains, we met a young monk in ragged clothes who had come from a poisonous country.

This is also the first walker we have met on the way since the Shopanta.

Two emaciated old horses, carrying wooden boxes containing Buddhist scriptures, had little to spare.

I really don't know how this foreign monk came to this journey after Gao Fu.

"Amitabha! Master, where are you going? You're here alone, huh? ”

Only Gu Landuo was the only one in the team who could speak Chinese, and she folded her hands in worship after dismounting.

Grandpa hurriedly beckoned the whole team to stop and salute the monk reverently.

After receiving the naan cakes and fur jackets from his grandfather, the poisonous monks recited the Buddha's name and returned the salute.

"Amitabha, thank you for your mercy. We turned out to be a master and apprentice, and we went to the Zhaoli Buddhist Temple in the country of Qiuzi. The master has just returned to Elysium, and now I can only go alone. ”

There was no sadness on the bhikshu monk's face when he talked about his deceased master, who had long since looked down on life and death in this world.

Only then did I realize that there was a freshly built stone pile by the side of the road, and the master of the poisonous monk was resting quietly there.

When we came, the monk was reciting the scriptures of the deceased, and it was disrespectful to disturb him like that.

The grandfather stopped Gulando's continued questioning, asked him to take out the sandalwood candles, and led all the men to bow down at the grave of the high monk until the prayer of the young monk was over.

"Master, from here on, the road to the mountain of Qiuzi is dangerous, uninhabited, and it is almost impossible to beg for food with a bowl on the way. Why don't you follow me back to Gaofu, it's more convenient to go to Qiuzi through the Great Xia Ancient Road, I don't know what the mage thinks? ”

Grandpa motioned for Gulando's translation.

"Amitabha, the smooth and dangerous roads in the world are all destined in the dark, and they are also the will of the Buddha. My master and I naturally chose the right path to go to Qiuci to promote Buddhism, and there was no turning back! The benefactor's compassionate heart will surely lead to good karma, Amitabha! The monk sang the Buddha horn and thanked his grandfather deeply.

"Lao Su, take more of our naan cakes and horse feed, this monk is too stubborn, how can he pass through the Gobi iceberg on this green ridge alone!"

Grandpa turned around and instructed Uncle Su, shaking his head and sighing in confusion.

The cultivation of Buddhism pays attention to self-cultivation and others, like the body poison bhikshu in front of him, his own safety is still difficult to guarantee, how can he educate sentient beings?

I hope that the Buddha and Bodhisattva, who are compassionate and compassionate, can bless this pious disciple and let him arrive in the Western Regions safely.

After separating from the ascetics of the poisonous country, the entire caravan was in an atmosphere of regret and sadness.

From the eyes of us mortals, it is more auspicious for the poisonous monks to go this time.

It's hard to imagine what it would be like for a lonely, thin monk to spend the night alone on the snow-capped mountain we passed.

Martyrdom may be the highest state that begging monks like them have pursued all their lives, and it is a glory that mortals in our red dust cannot imagine.

The so-called bhikshus, not only begging for food, but also receiving the Dharma at home, departing from merit and evil, correcting their actions, and having no fear in their hearts, are called bhikshus.

The monks of the poisonous country are personally practicing such precepts, which makes people feel infinite admiration.

I secretly resolved that in the future, when I passed through the country of Qiuzi, I would definitely go to the Zhaoqili Buddhist Temple to receive the teachings of this Venerable Master, give alms to him, and take refuge in the Dafa he preached.