Bandacado is a young man who hasn't really started talking yet, but his demeanor speaks for itself. Other people in Dapeng Silver City didn't know that Monkey Dajue had quietly taken me to a far place, but Monkey Dajue shouldn't have hidden Banda Chado.

"You guys, failed." Bandacsada sat in front of me for a few moments before he spoke. He must have traveled far away for a long time when he was young, and his accent was so pure that it was impossible to hear from his voice alone that he was a Xiangxiong from the edge of the plateau.

His words actually confirmed my suspicion, the monkey set out with a heart of never returning, and it was impossible to leave nothing behind. He had to at least tell Bandatsa more about the world.

"I don't know if it failed."

"My father, can't he come back?"

"I don't know." I pondered it myself, and according to what Apu Zongshen told me at the time, and then from the time of thought, I think that this time is not the time for Monkey Dajue to finally disappear, he was driven away because he forced the Zhangxiong people to relocate, and he was driven away. The current Zhangxiong people have not yet reached the limit of patience, and many places in the country are still implementing the order of Monkey Dajue: "I think he will come back, it's just a matter of time." ”

"I take your word for it." Although Bandacsado's face was expressionless, I could still see that he hid a hint of relief and happiness. Dajue is still a person after all, and he also has family affection, and when he heard that his father could come back again, Bandacsada was finally a little more relaxed.

Soon after, food was brought and Bandacsada ate a little with me. He was not very talkative, not as talkative as the monkey, and when the food was finished, Bandattsa asked me what I was going to do, or where I was going.

This question stopped me. I haven't figured out where I'm going to go. I came to Dapeng Silver City by accident this time, just to come to this ancient city to have a look, and if I have the opportunity, it is best to go to see the holy well that has been passed down by Zhangxiong by word of mouth. It's just that there was an accident, and after a long journey with the monkey Dajue, he forgot all the original purpose.

"I want to see the Holy Well."

"Yes." Bandacsada readily agreed, and the holy well was strictly controlled, and no one could approach it except the monkey Dajue or the brightness of Bandacsada, not even King Zhangxiong.

"When can I go?" I still thought in my heart that the purpose of bringing me to Dapeng Silver City was to let the water of the holy well heal my strange injuries, and at this point, I also wanted to get some water from the holy well to see if it really had the same miraculous effect as the legend: "I want to ask for some water from the holy well." ”

"Anytime." Bandacsada replied, "However, I would like to warn you first, that the holy well is not as miraculous as you think. In the holy well, there is not a drop of water. ”

"Not a drop of water in the well?"

"Nope."

Bandatsada said that the holy well had no water since about three or four years ago, and suddenly dried up, and the history of this well was almost synchronized with the history of Dapeng Silver City, and the drying up of the holy well made the people of Zhangxiong's upper echelons feel bad, thinking that this was a symbolic punishment given by the gods, and at the same time, King Zhangzhung also believed that it was a precursor to the catastrophe.

The news of the dry up of the holy well was only circulated among a few people in the upper echelons of Zhangxiong, and in order to avoid the uneasiness of the people, the news was immediately blocked.

In the three or four years after the holy well dried up, whenever the people organized themselves on a large scale to ask for water, the monkey would prepare some water in advance to serve as water for the holy well.

Anyway, holy water cures diseases and has been done in many ancient tribes. There are many people who ask for water, and they get a variety of diseases, some diseases may be cured by themselves without taking medicine, and some diseases may be very serious. If you drink holy water and you happen to be cured, people will think that it is the effect of holy water, and if it is useless after drinking holy water, people will also think that it is because the person who drank it is not sincere. All in all, almost no one doubts the authenticity of holy water.

So in the past three or four years, the news of the drying up of the holy well has been very tightly blocked, and no one knows about it.

After listening to Bandacsada's words, I felt that the holy well dried up, and it should not have dried up for no reason, and there must be a reason for it. This reason, Monkey Dajue may know, but he is afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so he didn't tell anyone, even his own son.

"It's okay, I just want to see that holy well, even if there is no water, just look at it."

I suddenly felt a little congested, a little uncomfortable beyond words. It's because she wants to steal a little water from the holy well that doesn't exist, and she dies every day, whether she can survive or not, and she can live forever, I don't think it's worth it.

"I'll show you there." Bandacado stood up and said, "You can go now." ”

I followed Bandacsada to his feet, and when he reached the small door of the secret room, he suddenly stopped, turned to me, and said, "Are you from Chang'an?" ”

"It's not." I shook my head, thinking to myself that the monkey was really tight-lipped about something, and that he had guessed where I was coming from, but he hadn't told anyone. Bandacsada also only knows that I am from the mainland of the Central Plains, that's all.

"Then ......," Bandatchata thought for a moment and said, "Just yesterday, a messenger came from Chang'an, if you are also from Chang'an, you can meet him." ”

"What is the point of me seeing that messenger?" I don't understand what Banda Chado means, I'm just here to see the holy well, and by the way, to learn about the situation in Dapeng Silver City, if I can dig up clues related to the big event, it would be the best. As for the struggle between Zhangxiong and Tubo, and the dealings with the Central Plains Dynasty at that time, I didn't have much interest, and my own ability was limited, so I couldn't change anything.

"That's a strange messenger."

Bandacsada was familiar with the habits of exchanges between Zhangzhung and other countries, and after the rise of Tibet, the Tang Dynasty had tried its best to reduce the exchange of envoys with Zhangxiong. And the identity and purpose of this envoy who suddenly came here from Chang'an made Banda Chado suspicious.

"His name is Li Guan, and he is a petty official in charge of Wen Mu's letters." Bandacsada said: "It is unreasonable for a person of such status to go to another country as an envoy. ”

"Li Guan?" I paused for a moment, originally I had no interest in the envoy from Chang'an, but when Banda Chaduo wrote his name, I immediately turned out the corresponding memory from my mind.

I still remember that when I met Bao Weigong at that time, he once told me that his knowledge of this big event mainly came from a codex. The writer of that codex was, in today's parlance, a petty official in charge of the archives. The petty official's name is Li Guan, and that codex is also called Li Guan's codex.

I was confused, I didn't know what was wrong, or if Bao Weigong lied to me in the first place. Because from the analysis of time, Li Guan should not have appeared in this time period.

Because Li Guan had suspicions, Bandaca did not see him for the time being, nor did he let him leave, which was temporarily equivalent to house arrest in Dapeng Silver City.

"Let me meet him." Once I knew that this person had something to do with the big event, I couldn't let it go. It's still uncertain what the hell this person came from, and I can only talk about it after I see him.

Bandatsada took me out of the secret room, the meal we had just now was dinner, and by the time I walked out of the secret room, the sky was already slightly dark.

There was silence in Dapeng Silver City, and now a curfew had been imposed in the entire ancient city. Zhedan Dunbadun is directing the manpower to gradually clear out the outsiders in Dapeng Silver City.

Bandacsaddo put on his cloak and took me on a slow walk through the ancient city. He really didn't talk much, and when he occasionally talked, he said something inconsequential.

After about ten minutes, we came to a very wide road. This kind of road is the official road that runs through the whole city from north to south, and it is also the most lively place in the ancient city. But what I saw was a gloomy place. Not a single light, not a single person.

"When I was a kid, I used to sneak around here." Bandacado paused, as if reminiscing about the past: "At that time, the caravans of the trade routes gathered here, bringing many things that we had not seen before, a long street, which was lit up all night and full of people, but now, there is nothing......"

I don't know what to say in response to him, the decline of a dynasty is not an overnight thing, but when it really falls, it will be the building that collapses, and no one has the power to return to the sky.

From time to time, patrolling soldiers passed by on the long street, and when they saw Bandachata, they all stopped and saluted solemnly. Bandatsado walked slowly, but steadily, as if every step he took left a footprint on the ground.

I followed him, thinking in my heart that this great event, which originally happened thousands of years ago, had little to do with the era of later generations. But it was this Bandacsada that brought the big event to a thousand years later.

What is the process in between? How did many, many opportunities come about? I don't know yet, and if I ask Bandactado, he probably won't be able to tell.

I suddenly had the feeling that I was a prophet for Bandacsada, and at least for now, I knew a lot of things that he didn't know. I can't stay in this place for long, I don't want my words and actions to affect Bandacsaddo and have a butterfly effect on the whole process.

At this moment, I even began to wonder if I should have come to this plane, and it was right to come to this plane. Or is it wrong?

While I pondered, I followed Bandacsada through more than a dozen streets, large and small. Immediately after, Bandacsada stopped, pointed ahead, and said to me, "The holy well, right there." ”