Chapter 286: The Ancient City of the West Night

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Very long dreams.

In this dream, he is no longer a dying old man, but returns to his teenage years.

He didn't participate in any mess, he just studied step by step.

The one who taught him to learn was a gentleman surnamed Lu.

He didn't know what Mr. Lu's name was, only that his name was Mr. Lu.

Mr. Lu is very knowledgeable, and it seems that there is nothing between heaven and earth that Mr. Lu does not know.

This gentleman imparted a lot of knowledge to him.

The first half of his life was also raised under the teaching of Mr. Lu.

From university students to graduate students, from laboratories to doctoral students, and then to professors......

After 20 years, he has become a professor and a well-known professor at home and abroad.

After another 20 years, he was all over the world and respected by everyone.

After another twenty years, he studied and studied, and he had reached the realm of Taoism, even if it was archaeology in the cemetery, just with a righteous spirit, there was nothing evil and obscure that dared to get close.

Until he was eighty years old, he looked at this day and thought about it.

"It turns out that I am living in a dream!"

He woke up.

When I woke up, it was just dawn in the desert.

The East is clear.

Thinking back to this real dream, he couldn't help but be in a trance, and said to himself: "It's really not a butterfly dreaming of me, or I am dreaming of a butterfly!"

"The butterfly is you, and you are the butterfly. ”

Some Lu Dao people laughed.

This familiar and somewhat unfamiliar voice came, and Professor Chen's eyes turned and his face changed abruptly.

The Mr. Lu in the dream turned out to be exactly the same as the Lu Dao man in front of him.

"It turned out to be Mr.!"

He bowed in awe, following the habit he had formed in his dreams for decades.

"You're awake!"

Lu Daoren smiled, and also helped Professor Chen up according to the most accustomed movements in his dreams.

Preaching in dreams, preaching in dreams, this magic skill of Chen Tuan Ancestor is really terrifying.

Even in the era of the end of the law, it can sharpen people's spiritual will and shape a great Confucian.

Just now, it was he who used the technique of enlightenment in a dream to make Professor Chen experience a different life from reality.

As for him in Professor Chen's dream, it was naturally a thought of his.

Nowadays, one of Lu Daoren's thoughts can also enter other people's dreams.

All kinds of mysteries are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people......

One thought taught a student who could be called a great Confucian.

And this student was also taught by Lu Daoren to preach the Dafa in his dreams.

I can't say that there will be more Confucians in China in the future.

This is also a good thing, and it is also the meaning of Lu Dao people doing this.

Plant a great Confucianism now, and a great Confucianism may grow in the future......

"Teacher, it's sunny, it's time for us to go to the West Night Ancient City!"

On Lu Daoren's side, Professor Chen said respectfully.

The words were spoken, but they were stunned by the surrounding people who ate melons.

When did this Taoist actually become the professor's master, how did they not know?

Little Miss Yang's beautiful eyes were even more full of surprise, if she remembered correctly, this professor, who had been friends with her father for many years, did not have a master like a Taoist at all.

What's going on here?

"Let's go!"

Lu Daoren still stood indifferently, nodded, and spoke.

In the dream, he was Professor Chen's teacher, and in reality, he was naturally too.

That's the reason.

Speaking of which, this should be his first dream sermon.

One of his thoughts, like Professor Chan, lived to be seventy or eighty years old.

And all his thoughts are in his twenties and thirties.

The sense of time confusion is truly amazing......

No matter how surprised the crowd was, they still got on the road.

The desert during the day, with a different view.

In ancient times, the Tarim Basin was formed by the orogeny of the Himalayas, and the terrain of Xinjiang as a whole is like a big bowl with a bowl of golden yellow sand.

And now, they are in the yellow sand.

Professor Chan didn't have much energy, but after a good night's sleep, he had a lot of strength.

Even more powerful than many young people.

"The sky is clear, the wind is smooth, looking up at the universe, looking down on the prosperity of the category, so the eyes are open, enough to be extremely audio-visual entertainment. Wang Xizhi's words make sense!"

Professor Chen looked at the vast desert with no boundaries, and if it weren't for the long footprints behind him, he wouldn't even feel that he was moving forward and sighed.

"Teacher, do you say that in this vast universe, there are really only human beings on our earth, and are there aliens outside the earth?"

Professor Chen sighed at the vastness of the universe, and his thoughts diverged to other things, and he couldn't help but ask.

He had told his students that there might be aliens in this world, but he had never seen them, and he was just speculating.

"Aliens, there should be. ”

Lu Daoren remembered the Ultraman of the M76 galaxy, the big monster that opposed Ultraman, and the Norse gods and gods of the God's Domain.

"I'll talk to you someday......"

Lu Dao people look at the sky.

The sky is extremely high, and there is a great fire pill hanging on it.

It is the sun, which emits infinite light and heat onto the earth.

"When, get out of the earth and see!"

In Lu Dao's heart, one thought after another surged.

He stepped on the earth with his feet and his heart to the stars.

The sand dunes beneath your feet rise and fall like never before.

The guide in the procession said that under these dense sand dunes were ancient cities swallowed up by yellow sand, he led everyone up to the highest big sand mountain, pointed to the south and told everyone that there was the ruins of the ancient city of Xiye, the middle station.

Looking south, an oasis in the heart of the sand sea is in full view.

An oasis in the desert resembles an emerald adorned on a gold plate, and from a distance, the ruins of a black city stand in it.

The ruins of the West Night City are quite well preserved, and the age of this city is relatively late, until the end of the Tang Dynasty, when it was destroyed in the war and abandoned to this day.

At the beginning of the 19th century, German explorers discovered the site and looted most of the artefacts such as frescoes and statues.

Only this empty city is left in the desert, the oldest ancient channel of the Peacock River, and it ends here.

Since the city has been passed through underground water veins throughout the year from ancient times to the present, it has become an important supply point for travelers in the desert.

Lu Daoren and his entourage came to the empty city, and it was obvious that the city wall was made of black stone, and some places had collapsed and weathered, and the damage was very serious, only the main city was built quite solidly, and the glorious atmosphere of the year could still be vaguely seen.

Some oil well workers, expedition teams, and geological exploration teams pass by here, and they all stay in the main city, blocking the door with stones, so they don't have to worry about the attack of wolves.

It was the season of the wind, and no one came here except the people, so they found a spacious room in the main city, lit a campfire, and ate and made tea.

"There's a tomb here!"

There was Hu Bayi watching the sky and speaking lightly.