At the junction of the Central Plains and Xichi, there is a place called Puranrang on the junction line that stretches for nearly two thousand miles.

It is located in the extreme west of the dynasty, and it is hundreds of miles further west than Qu Xianwei, which was guarded by the Wuying general Wang Zhiru.

Pranjang was one of the few places where the dynasty and Xichi could trade freely, and porcelain and silk from the Central Plains would usually flow into Xichi through here, and Xichi's ivory carvings and spices would also be traded here.

There are many sand dunes in the northwest, and the way to Prajang is a large desert, and merchants often walk for a month without seeing the oasis, so most of them choose to use camels to transport their goods.

On the top of the dunes, camel caravans can often be seen passing by.

On this day, a caravan of four or five merchants and a dozen camels sailed westward.

A middle-aged man led by a typical Central Plains dress, perhaps because he has been walking in the desert all year round, his face has been tanned, and his skin has been brightened by the wind and sand, not to mention that compared with the handsome scribes in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, even the local farmers in the northwest are not as good.

Doing business in the desert is like this, don't say that the woman's family doesn't want to come, even the man can't help but be a little worried when he sees this barren land with the heat wave.

The weather in the desert is the most unpredictable, often one moment it is still the wind and day and night, the next moment the dark clouds cover the sun and the wind is fierce, and many people are buried in the yellow sand before they have time to escape.

Even if you are lucky enough to escape, when the wind and sand disperse, you will not be able to distinguish between east and west, north and south, and in the end you can only die of exhaustion in the desert and can't get out.

It is said that the most miserable of them all, less than a mile from the edge of the desert, collapsed, and by the time he was discovered, he had already been gnawed by snakes and insects.

Even though it is so dangerous, there are still people who pour into the desert one after another, after all, not everyone is born to be a good family.

The middle-aged man and his entourage were lucky, although they also encountered a sandstorm this time, but because of the help of high-ranking people, although the goods were lost a lot, but these lives and camels were saved.

……

"Engong, ahead is Pu Lanrang, and after that, it's Xichi."

The middle-aged man turned to the side and said to the little monk riding a camel.

The little monk looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old, but he was wearing a brocade robe that only a high-ranking monk was qualified to wear.

At first, the middle-aged man was a little surprised to hear that this little monk was going to Xichi, but ordinary children of this age had not even been out of the town.

Later, I learned that this young master was going to the West Chibi Temple. The middle-aged man has traveled south and north for so many years, and he has naturally heard of this largest temple in Xichi, and he can often meet the Central Plains monks who go to Pizhen Temple to ask for Zen over the years, but most of them are adults, and they are as young as they are in front of them, and they are encountered for the first time.

Although the middle-aged man does not believe in Buddhism, he has been back to Puranjang for many years, and he has been more or less affected, and after a little thought, he agreed to the request of the little monk to accompany him, and after giving the other party a camel, the six of them embarked on the Silk Road to Puranrang together.

When the group was halfway through, they suddenly noticed that the sky had changed dramatically. The middle-aged man walked in the desert for so many years, and naturally knew that this was a precursor to a sandstorm, so he immediately beckoned everyone to surround the camels in a circle, and several people hid in the middle with goods.

The storm was more violent than ever, and even the camels that had been walking in the desert all year round could not withstand it, and they struggled to get up and flee one by one.

The middle-aged man desperately pulled the reins, and he knew in his heart that if the camel ran away, then they would all have to stay here.

Even though a few people tried their best, the wind and sand were still getting bigger and bigger, so big that they couldn't open their eyes.

After about a quarter of an hour, a young man who had been on the first trip finally couldn't take it anymore and broke free of the reins, and the three camels stood up.

The middle-aged merchant wanted to step forward and grab the reins, but the three camels moved extremely fast and ran directly into the distance, and a huge gap suddenly appeared in the already leaky encirclement.

The middle-aged man sighed when he saw this, I'm afraid I'm going to plant it here this time.

At this moment, the little monk who had been sitting in the center suddenly stood up, his figure swept out, and the moment he rushed out, the brocade robe inlaid with pearls and jade on his body also fell off.

I saw the little monk pick up the robe with both hands and spin it quickly.

The robe, which was supposed to move in the wind, was not only not blown away, but was like a wall under the rotation of the little monk, blocking the menacing storm.

Later, under the horrified gaze of the middle-aged businessman, the robe became bigger and bigger, not only successfully plugging the gap, but even blocking the back with people and camels, quite a posture of covering the sky and the sun.

……

The wind and sand came quickly, went faster, a quarter of an hour's effort, the whistling wind stopped abruptly, and when the little monk put away his robe again, the yellow sand in the sky had long been gone, and the sky was blue again.

If a middle-aged businessman sees the true God, in this world, there is really a Buddha who said.

At that moment, he made up his mind that when he returned, he would definitely set up a Buddha statue at home and fast and worship it every day.

After doing all this, the little monk put his robe on his body again, took out a string of white prayer beads from his bosom, lowered his eyebrows, and recited a death mantra for several camels that died in the storm.

……

"Master Wei, you don't have to be so polite, the monks should help the world as their own heart, and saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, which is also part of the cultivation of poor monks."

In the face of the repeated title of "Engong" by the man surnamed Wei, the little monk was really a little unbearable.

"Little master, you did save our lives, Wei should be grateful.

By the way, there are merchants I know well over there, and I'll ask them to take you with you then. ”

"Oh Buddha Buddha, there is a Lao Wei donor."

The little monk recites the Buddha's name, like an ordinary novice.

……

The closer they got to Purjang, the more people they saw, most of them were camel caravans that came from all over the world to trade, the scale was large and small, the smallest was only three or two people, the camels were only four or five, and the larger ones were nearly a hundred camels, and the hump was full of all kinds of goods, which was simply dazzling.

Seeing this, the merchant surnamed Wei sighed and said with a little regret:

"There was a lot of loss of cargo on this trip, and I also lost three camels, although I didn't lose money, but it was a trip in vain.

But thanks to the little master's help, we were able to pick up a life. ”

The little monk clasped his hands together and said calmly:

"People in the world pursue profits, and they don't know what they want for all their lives, and they can only see their true selves before they die, which is really sad."

Middle-aged people have also read books, and they also have a slight understanding of the often said that Buddhism abandons external objects and cultivates good intentions. But as an ordinary man, the temple of the five internal organs always needs to be filled with grains, so he can only work all his life, and he may only take time to think about the road of life before he dies.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, the six roots of Buddhism are pure, and it is really not something that ordinary people can do.

……

The imperial curfew system was strict, and once the time passed, no one was allowed to go out without permission, which is why the capital seemed particularly quiet at night.

The moon was dark and the wind was urgent, and the captain Wang San was guarding the north gate of the Beijing Division with more than a dozen soldiers.

Originally, with his rank, there was no need to come in person, but this afternoon, his old man didn't know what kind of wind he smoked, so he had to let him personally guard the north gate.

At the same time, a group of men and horses hurried north on the Jingshi Trail, which was pitch black and only faintly lit by moonlight, but even so, the group still had no intention of lighting the torches.

This group of stealthy men and horses seemed to have known the patrol route of the Jinghu Guards for a long time, and they were able to bypass the officers and soldiers patrolling the city every time, and in order to reduce the noise, they also deliberately wrapped the horses' hooves in white cloth.

"Master, the city gate is not far ahead."

One of them said to the other, who simply said "um".

……

Wang San was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, when suddenly an evil wind blew and brought a few grains of sand into his eyes.

When he scolded and rubbed his eyes, he heard the voice of his subordinates on the side:

"Stop, whoever!"

Wang San looked to the south when he heard the sound, and saw a team of people and horses rushing towards this side quickly, it was the first time he had encountered this situation, but he was not flustered, and directly pulled out the official knife and pointed in the direction of the comer.

Seeing this, several people on the opposite side hurriedly stopped their horses, and the first one turned over and dismounted, and came to Wang San.

The visitor was wearing a black cloak and a hood, and he couldn't see the exact appearance at all.

Wang San stared at the other party intently, until he took off his hood, and then he said with a shocked face:

"Daddy? What are you doing this big night? ”

"Don't ask so much, open the door quickly."

Wang Xishan ordered directly.

Wang San was embarrassed when he heard this, glanced at the mysterious person behind his father who was also hooded and covered his face, and asked:

"Dad, who is that person, why are you going out of the city at night?"

Wang Xishan's expression was serious, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, just open the door." ”

"If you don't make it clear today, I really can't open this door." Wang San seemed to sniff out something, frowning and arguing with his father.

"Little rabbit cub, dare to disobey your father's words?"

Wang Xishan was about to get angry, but he heard someone behind him speak:

"Wang Shilang, it doesn't hurt to tell him, after all, this matter concerns your entire Wang family."

"Yes......"

Facing this mysterious man, Wang Xishan, who was a soldier in the military department, was obviously very jealous, and he leaned close to Wang San and whispered a few words in his ear.

After Wang San heard the truth, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and he stammered:

"Dad, this ...... It's a head-scratching thing, how can you ......?"

Without waiting for Wang San to finish speaking, the father directly slapped his youngest son in the face and reprimanded:

"Bunny, what do you know? If it wasn't for the prince who came to the rescue, where would our Wang family be today. ”

After Wang Xishan finished speaking, he instructed the rest of the guards:

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and open the door."

More than a dozen pawns saw that their own head officials were only honestly slapped, so they naturally didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly went to lift the door bolt.

At this moment, only to hear the sound of "poof", Wang San pulled out the official knife on his waist, and his eyes were red:

"Who dares to move?"

After speaking, he pointed to the mysterious person opposite, and said loudly:

"This person is the king of the rebels, go up together, take them down for me!"

"Rebel!"

Wang Xishan was so angry that he trembled, he looked at his son opposite, the other party was stubborn before, he let it go, but at this critical time, he didn't expect him to dare to disobey the order.

Wang San frowned and looked at his father, and said in a deep voice:

"Father, I can't let you put the lives of our family on the line."

After saying that, he commanded his subordinates beside him:

"What are you doing in a daze, the opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune is in front of you, do you want me to teach you how to do it?"

As soon as Wang San's words fell, he saw the man on the other side take off his cloak and say with a true face:

"Wang Shilang, is this what you call foolproof?"

Wang Xishan shuddered when he heard this, he knew this man too well, and when the other party said this, it was obvious that he was moved by murderous intent.

Thinking of this, Wang Xishan was about to raise his hand to fan his son again, but at this moment, there was a sudden fire all around, and groups of Jinghu guards rushed to this side.

"This ......"

Wang Xishan panicked for a moment, and was directly pressed to the ground by two Jinghu guards, and the rest of them were surrounded by hundreds of soldiers who arrived in the middle.

"Looks like you're prepared."

Wang Zhide looked around and said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty has an order, please return to the prison of the Criminal Department with us."

A man dressed as a thousand households stepped forward.

Wang Zhide turned his head to look at the man, and said calmly:

"What if I don't?"

"If the prince resists the decree and is disrespectful, we can correct the law on the spot."

As he spoke, thousands of Jinghu guards took a step forward in unison.

Wang Zhide, who was surrounded by him, was still not flustered, and said to an old man beside him:

"Please ask Senior Ye to draw out his sword."

After Wang Shande finished speaking, he saw an old man walking out of the procession, the old man was over seventy years old, thin and thin, and had a broken sword at his waist.

……

Seeing the old man walk out, Wang San's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and he immediately shouted around: "All stand back!" ”

The infantry captain who looked down on him the most on weekdays, the captain guarding the door, did not hesitate to wave his hand when he heard this, "All stand back!" ”

The encirclement of thousands of people instantly widened, freeing up a large area.

Wang San squinted at the old man, then pulled out the official knife in his hand, threw the scabbard aside and said:

"Old horseman, is it true that there are no masters in the capital?"

Wang Xishan, who was tied up by the soldiers, was shocked when he saw this, is this still his lazy son?

……

The old man didn't say much, he directly drew the sword at his waist, and then swept up.

The people around only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the two had collided together, and sparks flew between the swords and swords.

"At a young age, it is not easy to have this knife technique."

The old man took the initiative to speak.

"Heh, it's more than enough to slaughter you, the old king." Wang San was unceremonious and scolded directly.

The old man was not angry when he heard this, and continued:

"Didn't your family teach you to speak well?"

"My father is over there, why don't you talk about teaching your son?"

"Huh!"

The old man stopped talking nonsense, and directly swung his sword to force the other party back.

In terms of arm strength, he is naturally not as good as Wang San, who is young, but in terms of kendo attainments, he can throw off the other party more than a dozen streets.

Seeing this, Wang San hurriedly raised his hand to resist, but the opponent's sword was extremely fast, and the angle was extremely tricky, which did not give him any room to breathe, and in just a few breaths, Wang San added multiple wounds to his body.

After swinging the old man away with a knife, Wang San finally couldn't support it anymore and shouted loudly:

"Snake, Lao Tzu is about to be hacked to death by this old man, and he still won't come out?"

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