In the afternoon, after visiting the Mogao Grottoes, Gao Hongsheng secretly drove more than ten kilometers to the beacon tower of a section of the ancient Great Wall not far from the Mogao Grottoes.

After a hundred years of vicissitudes, the sea can become a mulberry field, and God knows if it can be buried in the sand after passing through.

And the beacon tower of the ancient Great Wall is not so troublesome, that thing has stood for more than a thousand years, the carving knife of the years has long stripped off its gorgeous coat, leaving only the muscles and bones that stand proudly in the desert, silently guarding there in the wind and sand, silently telling the glory of the past.

A hundred years is just a short moment, and the time of the years has not been able to change its muscles and bones too much, which is why Gao Hongsheng chose to run to the beacon tower in the past.

Of course, he prepared a lot of things, and even brought an ATV with him.

The price of that thing is not expensive, but it is only more than 20,000 points, it is still good to open in the desert, at least it is much stronger than the amount of steps you take with two legs, and as long as there are no foreign devils, Gao Hongsheng is not afraid of those Qing Dynasty people to see, in their eyes, they bring those strange modern technology things, what do they know? Even if they give them an ATV, they must also think that it is a mechanism left by their ancestors, and they will not think that it is the crystallization of future science and technology.

But he didn't calculate that it was afternoon when he opened the door here, and it was midnight when he got there, and he experienced a cold and empty feeling on the beacon tower.

The desert at night is so empty that it makes people feel frightened, there is no sound with the breath of life, only the whimper of the cold wind when it crosses the beacon tower, telling the ** of the earth.

Correspondingly, in that night sky, the bright stars shine in the night sky, presenting a breathtaking beauty.

The stars are like beautiful jade inlaid in the night sky, where they twinkle and wink at you.

Countless stars converge into a brilliant ribbon of light, flowing from one end of the sky to the other, across the night sky, like a river of countless gems flowing through the sky.

Even the glow of the moon, which was bright and low on the top of a hill like a disk, could not stop its flow,

Gao Hongsheng was lying on the ancient beacon tower in a raincoat, looking at the beautiful light strip in the sky in a daze, he had never really looked up at the sky, and he had never found that the night sky in the desert was so beautiful.

By the time the first rays of sunlight shone on the beacon, he had frozen to the point that he was almost half alive.

Cold, the icy cold wind rushes towards you like a monstrous flood, penetrating into your clothes through every tiny crevice, mercilessly carrying away the little heat you have, turning around and disappearing into the desert with a whimper, if it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a raincoat to block most of the cold wind, he didn't know if he could survive this cold night.

He couldn't understand how the border soldiers in the Han Dynasty survived the cold night, they didn't have airtight raincoats, they didn't have thick and soft cotton, only the coarse linen clothes, how they fought against the cold wind in the desert.

The temperature in the desert changed drastically as the sun rose, and when it turned overhead, Gao Hongsheng was stripped naked by the sun's father-in-law, wearing only a thin single coat and a cloak to shield himself from the sun.

Gao Hongsheng arrived at the Mogao Grottoes after noon, and after seeing the cliffs full of big holes and small eyes in the high-powered telescope, he drove his ATV to the holy land.

As the distance approached, in Gao Hongsheng's telescope, there was a prosperous temple scene, with an endless stream of good men and women, and there were scaffolding-like things built on the cliff wall, and many craftsmen were building what there?

What the hell is going on? Could it be that this era is different from history?

Gao Hongsheng was a little stunned, the information he collected on the public information said that it was a desert, and he couldn't even see a ghost, but why did so many people come out now? Could it be that there is a problem with crossing by yourself?

Gao Hongsheng, who was in a panic, drove the ATV and roared there, he really wanted to find out what was wrong.

In fact, this is also everyone's misunderstanding, in the late Qing Dynasty, Mogao Grottoes were not desolate and uninhabited, but a place with important Buddhist activities.

If it is desolate and uninhabited, can those foreign devils be polite to Wang Daoist? Do you still have the money to buy the scrolls from him? Not long ago, he slashed Wang Daoist and snatched the treasure in the cave of the scriptures.

During the Qing Dynasty, the Mogao Grottoes were renovated, and the Ertong inscription of the existing Mogao Grottoes Thousand Buddha Caves recorded the general situation of rebuilding the Thousand Buddha Caves at the end of the Qing Dynasty.

In the first seven years, it was built today's 96th Cave of the North Statue Cave and the wooden buildings outside it, and Wang Yuanlu also built a three-story wooden building in front of today's 16th Cave in that year.

At the same time, the funds for the construction of these buildings are collected from the general public during the Buddhist activities during the Buddhist bathing ceremony on the eighth day of April every year.

At that time, at the annual bathing Buddha meeting, the good men and women in the Dunhuang area invited blessings and wishes in an endless stream, which had long become a grand scene in the Dunhuang area at that time, and it has been passed down to modern times.

So Gao Hongsheng was a little dizzy, mainly because he didn't think that there could be so many people in Mogao Grottoes at that time, and he didn't think what to do when there were so many people.

His original plan was to avoid the Taoist priest, directly find the Tibetan Scripture Cave and sweep away all the things inside, just return to the modern era, and then find an opportunity to secretly throw it to the country, and it will be over, which can be regarded as a little contribution to the country.

I didn't expect that there would be so many people there in the Mogao Caves, how to steal those treasures in the Hidden Scripture Cave?

The roaring ATV was up and down in the desert, and as the distance approached, the desert gradually appeared green, and gradually the dust behind the car disappeared, and an oasis appeared in front of Gao Hongsheng's eyes.

A shallow and wide river stood in front of Gao Hongsheng, a river that had dried up in modern times, but there was still a trickle of water a hundred years ago.

Gao Hongsheng drove the ATV on the bank of the river for a while, found a shallow place, rushed over with a throttle, and looked stunned and surprised the women who washed clothes by the river, and then rushed up to the river bank in the amazement of everyone and stopped in front of them.

The Chinese dialect is really a problem, but fortunately, the hometown of one of the eldest ladies is Shaanxi, and the old Shaanxi dialect is not too difficult to understand, and even Gao Hongsheng, who guessed with a comparison, understood what was going on.

It turned out that he was scared of himself, and he was frightened in vain, and he even inquired with the eldest mother about the residence of Wang Daoshi, who was really the family of the craftsmen who worked for Wang Daoshi, and he didn't know where the boss lived.

Fortunately, Daoist Wang just didn't go out, otherwise you wouldn't have thought you could meet him if you didn't wait for ten days and a half months, mainly because this guy often has to go out to raise money to repair the Mogao Grottoes, and he doesn't have time here at all.

Throwing a handful of eagles to the eldest lady and the eldest sisters and aunts around him, Gao Hongsheng rushed to Wang Yuanlu's three broken grass houses with rolling yellow dust in the gratitude of everyone.