My name is Sonam Dorjee, 30 years old, the eldest son of a Jiarong Tibetan herdsman family in Bataan County, Ganzi Prefecture, Sichuan Province.

From the time my grandmother gave birth to me to the present, the farthest place I have ever been is Lhasa.

In the summer of 18 years old, I was admitted to a university in Lhasa, becoming the first university student ever in the village.

In order to pay tribute to the Buddha, my grandmother decided to kowtow to the Potala Palace with me, accompanied by two cousins and several aunts from my family.

We spent a whole summer along the Sichuan-Tibet line all the way to Lhasa.

Just like in the movie "Kailash", the hardships are needless to say.

Perhaps it was my devotion that touched the compassionate Satsuma Bodhi and made me magically change my later life, and I had all the memories of my past life.

I don't know if it's a happiness or a calling.

Perhaps the Almighty Buddha hoped to use the mouth of me, a humble believer, to reveal the glorious history of my previous life to all living beings in the world.

The year I graduated from college and just started working, I had a strange illness.

No fever, no vomiting, all physiology is normal. It's just that you can't wake up from a long sleep, and you don't eat or drink.

Abba and Aunt and the town doctor tried everything they could, but they couldn't wake me up, and finally I had to beg the Buddha for his blessing.

I fell asleep for half a month, and my family was already preparing for me, but I woke up safe and sound.

There was no discomfort other than a little weakness and a lot of water.

Abba and my aunts were ecstatic for the rest of my life, and they invited living Buddhas from distant relatives from a nearby monastery to give me a solemn prayer ceremony.

But the good times didn't last long, whether in my sleep or when I was awake, all kinds of strange apparitions began to appear in my mind.

Or in the depths of the desert in the scorching sun, a few ragged monks marching in misery.

Or on the edge of a golden poplar forest, on an ancient road that stretches infinitely to the west.

Blonde, blue-eyed, coarse linen, with a black cross on his chest, a Byzantine merchant drove a long caravan of camels.

There is also a large lake with crystal clear water, lush reeds swinging around the lake, and white gulls flying over the water ......

The ancient road passed by the edge of the Great Lake, and the surrounding thick and lush poplars were full of caravans coming from afar.

There is a two-story wooden inn on the shore, which is quaint and spacious. In the courtyard behind the inn, a few guys in ancient costumes were adding oats to the manger.

On the wine flag fluttering in the wind on the second floor of the inn, the black cursive script of "Qingfengze" appeared countless times in my sleep.

Even the "whoosh" of the west wind blowing through the wine flag seemed to echo in my ears.

It's as if it happened yesterday, so clearly visible.

In her sleep, there was also a beauty from the Western Regions wearing a felt hat and a red dress.

She always stood in the desert at sunset, shouting loudly into the distance: Yi Jincheng! Kaneshiro-kun!

Whenever this happens, I always have a heart-rending pain that breaks my liver and intestines.

When I woke up, I found that my face was full of tears, and I really cried in that dream, and I cried majestically.

My first instinct for these frequent phantoms and auditory hallucinations was that something was wrong with my head.

For this reason, I also went to the psychiatric department of the State People's Hospital and asked a specialist to make a good diagnosis, and the result was still normal.

The expert is a beautiful doctor, and she also ridiculed me for watching too many time-traveling dramas.

But in that grassland and canyon in the Badanan Tibetan area, how can there be any time-traveling drama to watch!

Since secular doctors can't solve my doubts, go and ask for the help of the Living Buddha!

The Living Buddha told me that those phantoms in my mind during my sleep were probably my memories of my past lives.

The strange illness some time ago was actually the dormant period when I entered the gate of my previous life.

We Tibetans believe in past lives and reincarnation, so the enlightenment of the Living Buddha made me suddenly enlightened.

Yes, the phantom in my memory is my past life.

That beauty from the Western Regions must be my lover or daughter-in-law in my previous life, and Yi Jincheng is me in my previous life.

And the Qingfengze Inn on the edge of the ancient road in the Western Regions is the homeland in the previous life!

According to the understanding of these phantoms, the hometown of this Yijin City must be on some oasis in the desert region of the Ancient Western Regions.

But why do monks and monks appear so frequently? Could it be that my past life was related to these monks? Or is this Yijin City a monk in its own right?

With this question in mind, I began to look up some information on my computer.

There are only two Han monks related to the Western Regions in history, Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty and Faxian of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

When browsing Xuanzang's travelogue "The Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty", it is the same as watching "Journey to the West", there is no feeling, it is completely someone else's story.

But when the familiar words of the Eastern Jin Dynasty Faxian Master's "Buddha's Chronicles" jumped on the paper, I suddenly burst into tears.

The mountains and rivers of a thousand years ago, the old people of the rivers and lakes came like a tide.

My native country of Khotan! Qingfengze's hometown!

My wife, Princess Gulando, of the country of Ronglu!

There is also Master Fa Xian, who is also a master and a father!

The fragments of the phantom had been connected into a clear river of memory, and I could no longer bear the pathos and longing in the depths of my memory, and I fell into a coma.

In the Buddhist scriptures, it is said that a hundred years of cultivation can be crossed in the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can be spent sleeping together.

The bitter waiting of the three lives and the third life can be exchanged for that looking back smile.

More than 1,600 years ago, Yi Jincheng was reincarnated as me in this life, how many generations of practice should it be!

I'm physically and mentally exhausted, so let him tell you the story of this Yijin City himself.

Fortunately, in the time tunnel of reincarnation in another world, there is no difference between him in the previous life and me in this life, and he shares an eternal and immortal soul.

I have seen the late autumn of 430 A.D., in a corner of the royal city of Khotan, the old city of Yijin is sitting under the dim mutton lamp.

The brown papyrus manuscript in front of him had been spread out, and on its front page were written four regular scripts of "Yi Shi of the Western Regions".

In the right corner of the four big characters is a vermilion Yimen official seal.

In the rest of the years, he devoted all his efforts to writing a family history of the Yi family.

At the end of the Jin Dynasty, the Yi family of Jincheng County was a complete record of the entrepreneurial history of Khotan, the hinterland of the Western Regions.

Of course, it also includes the merry past he left behind in Rouran, Rest, Dashi, and Xihai Cloud Country in the days when he was a passerby.

and his princess Gulando, his deceased wife.

There is also Master Fa Xian, the teacher who took him on the path to refuge.

and the best childhood ..... he spent on the shores of the great lake in Khotan.