"Uncle Wuyu is here, and Mr. Red."

When Dolma saw Wuyu and Mr. Red, she jumped up and ran on the grass with her arms outstretched to greet her uncle, Wuyu, the presiding officer of Tianlun Temple.

She knew that he was her Abba, the one who gave her life. Every spring and autumn, he would appear in her and her grandmother's yurt, accompanying them to graze and wander on the plateau. She enjoyed that happy time.

"Don't use this anymore." Fishless combed her messy hair lovingly, and took out a small pink mobile phone from the leather bag that hung from her waist.

"Uncle wants to use it? Take it. I have ten sheaves of wool, sell them and buy a Thousand Languages in town. Dolma leaned his immature face against the rough palm of the fishless and rubbed it gently; Uncle, is Grandma okay? ”

"It's going to be fine." Wuyu turned his head, unable to bear to look directly into Dolma's pure eyes.

The Gesang flower in Wukong's ears had withered, and he followed the direction of Zhuoma's running, saw his senior brother Wuyu and the foreign teacher, and also stood up.

He had never seen Mr. Rhett in a suit and had become accustomed to the kind, erudite and patient Rhett.

This Rhett is a little strange.

"Make a memorial." Red removed the bronze rosary from his right wrist and put it on his left wrist; "You are a good obedient boy, the only drawback is that you are too obedient."

"Teacher, are you leaving?" I didn't have time to take Mr. Red's hand and asked reluctantly.

In the past three years, Mr. Rhett has opened windows for him to understand the world beyond the plateau, the vastness of the earth, the vastness of the universe, and the importance of knowledge.

Red and Wuyu glanced at each other, and they were a little surprised: Wukong and Dolma's palms had no blue spots.

Dolma can also explain that, after all, she is a girl and belongs to that age group, and there is a certain probability that she can avoid being infected.

No space, what's going on?

"It's you guys leaving." Red took two steps back, pulled Dolma over, and stood with Wukong; "I hope you can cherish every morning, every night, and every ray of sunshine in the future."

There are no flowers in his ears, he is used to tinnitus, and has mastered the skill of lip reading, but he does not quite understand the meaning of Mr. Red's words.

"Don't you have time, do you want to see your mother?" Wuyuda took out a photo.

"I want to ......" Wukong's eyes lit up, staring at his senior brother's hand.

"Go, go find Mom. On the back is her address and phone number. "Wuyu sent the photo to Wukong;" She's in Sujing. As long as you agree to a few requests, you can go on the road now and go to Sujing to find your mother. ”

Holding the photo in both hands, staring at the beautiful woman in the photo, trembling all over.

"Let him be quiet for a while." Red left the yurt and walked towards the flock.

Wuyu followed, leaving Dolma to comfort the excited little mage.

The sun moves westward and is about to sink into the peaks of Kunxiong, and the last afterglow reflects ten thousand rays of light on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

Mr. Red set up a bonfire next to the yurt and smoked a freshly slaughtered lamb.

Dolma lowered her head and dragged the corner of Wuyu's clothes back to the campfire.

Her eyes were red and her face was covered with tears.

Dolma had just cried, not for the little lamb.

Uncle Wuyu asked her to leave her grandma and the grassland, and go to Sujing with Wukong to find Wukong's mother.

The uncle said that his aunt was taken care of by him, and he had lived in Tianlun Temple since he was a child, and he had only been as far as the Tuotuo River where Zhuoma grazed. It is thousands of kilometers away from Sujing, and it is too dangerous and lonely to walk alone.

This is a spiritual journey without emptiness, and you can't take trains, cars, planes and other means of transportation, so you can only walk along the Tuotuo River to Nanjing.

If he can't complete this expedition, or if there is any danger on the way, there will be no White Pagoda Master in Tianlun Temple.

Dolma was convinced, she was a kind, simple, and strong little girl, and she didn't think that she hadn't traveled so far, nor did she think about how many difficulties and dangers she would encounter on the road. She wiped her tears and promised Uncle Wuyu to accompany Wukong to Su Jing to find her mother.

I didn't have time to hurry over, holding a small package.

With Mr. Red's permission, he quietly returned to his residence and took some personal belongings.

Zhuoma picked two pink Gesang flowers, inserted them into Wukong's ears, and said with a tearful smile: "I want to go to Sujing with you and accompany you to find your mother." Happy or not? ”

He nodded vigorously and smiled happily.

Pink Gesang flowers, blooming and swaying in his ears.

The campfire dinner lasted a full hour, and the lamb was transformed into a skeleton.

Wuyu drank the milk wine brewed by Dolma, and talked intermittently about where they would pass along the way, who they would meet, and what they should do.

Wukong listened very carefully, trying to memorize every word that his senior brother said.

When the time of separation came, Dolma asked Wuyu to tie a package to his back and hold him tightly with his arms.

"Mage Qiannuo, be careful all the way." Wuyu quietly stuffed a card into the small leather bag around her waist, hung a string of jewelry-like things under Zhuoma's neck, and whispered: "If you encounter difficulties, count them as a hexagram." ”

Dolma covered the ornament: "I remember." Uncle. ”

The ornament is three copper coins tied by a red thread and a gold needle.

Wuyu called Wukong, took out a thumb-thick trumpet iron rod, a yellowed scripture: "The iron rod can explore the way and protect the body." The scripture is the "Magic Wand Method" left by the master, and if you don't want to learn it, you must keep it in your heart. ”

"Kuyuki Qiannuo, thank you, senior brother." There was no time to bow down and salute, and both hands took the iron rod and scriptures.

"Mr. Red, let's go." There was no time to bow to Red.

"Lift your head and smile." Rhett Road; "Crying children have milk ......"

"A child who can laugh has good luck." No time to smile with tears; "Thank you, Mr. Red."

"Let's hit the road." Red put two fresh Gesang flowers into his ears; "Smiles and flowers are the most effective passes."

The black horse ate enough forage, carried the little living Buddha Wukong and Zhuoma, left the yurt with the stars, and set off along the ancient wasteland road that Princess Gaza had walked, to the south, on the other side of the Danbula Mountains, in the direction of the Tuotuo River in Buxili.

Half an hour ago, ten horse teams, escorting ten little mages, left Niujiao Mountain before them and walked into the Red Gobi Wasteland.

"You're crying." Mr. Red patted Fishless on the shoulder; "It's rare, it's rare. Wu Kong is the only man in the world who has not been infected with the flower of hell in the epidemic area so far. Dolma is much better with him than with you. ”

It was already dark.

They stood in front of the Mani mound on the mountain, and in the distance, only a glimmer of light could be seen. It was a nocturnal lamp hanging from the neck of the black steed.

Wukong and Dolma were already more than ten miles away.

"They both made it out alive. With this forging of loneliness and the fire of bitterness, the future is limitless. Red patted him on the arm and comforted, "If all goes well, you'll still be able to see Dolma." ”

"So, you're not going to let me give them money?" Wuyu said dissatisfiedly.

"That kid has been badly taught by you and Archmage Kongxue, and has no concept of money, and Dolma is only slightly better than him. If you give them a large sum of money, you will pollute their purity and cause unnecessary trouble. There are fish in the river and flowers on the shore. As long as they don't mention Tianlun Temple, they can break through the blockade line. The more troublesome thing is the horn gold hoop on the empty head. ”

"It's the inheritance of the Archmage of Sky Snow." There really is no way to do it without fish. The golden hoop of the horns seems to have been born on the head of the void.

"Children are angels, and they will go their own way."

"Don't comfort me. It's not your child, whatever you say. "Wuyu pulls out a shiny Blackstar pistol and opens the safe;" What now? ”

"That kind of old antique, keep it for the last life, you use this one." Out of nowhere, Red pulls out a small pistol and hands it to Fishless.

It's more like a toy than a weapon that shoots projectiles to kill people.