After killing people and seizing horses, Ding Yu wanted to set off directly to the oasis, but it was already dark, and the night in the desert would drop to minus twenty degrees, and he couldn't discern the direction, so it was definitely not a good time to hurry, so he decided to find a shelter in the ancient city and talk about it later. Chang Feng and the others also had the same plan, Ding Yu was not surprised by this, he left some food and water bladders for the two, and led a horse to the pagoda in the north of the city.

When he woke up the next day, Ding Yu only felt that there was no pain in his body, but there was a strange relief in his heart. The battle with Chang Wei seven days ago was too dangerous, although he won by luck in the end, but the gap between his strength and Chang Wei was too huge, and the feeling of being powerless to return to the sky had almost become a piece of his heart. So when he saw Chang Feng, who was equal to Chang Wei's strength, chasing into the ancient city, he decided that he must fight with Chang Feng fairly, only in this way could he untie this knot. And when he knocked down Chang Feng hard, his mood suddenly brightened. It's a pity that he didn't practice advanced internal skills, otherwise he should break through some bottleneck according to the routine at this time, but he feels that the Vajra Demon Divine Power will make a lot of progress every time he recovers from a serious injury, and this time he was beaten by Chang Feng to multiple bone cracks all over his body, and he should be able to improve after healing.

Ding Yu jumped down from the stone platform and swept a wooden box to the ground in his clothes. This wooden box was found by Ding Yu in the dark last night, and he thought the size was appropriate, so he used it to make a pillow, and now he knows that it is a box. After opening it, he found that there were several rolls of parchment inside, and Ding Yu's heart thumped: Could it be the long-lost martial arts cheats? He couldn't wait to unfold the paper scroll and found that the three rolls of parchment were full of words he didn't recognize, but they looked a little familiar, and after thinking for a while, he finally remembered that these words were very similar to the words on the prayer wheel, maybe Tibetan. The other three parchment scrolls are written in Chinese characters and contain a Vajra Mandala Sutra. The two parchments have the same sections, and it appears that they should be written in different scripts of the same book. Ding Yu roughly swept it, and it seemed that it was a pure Buddhist scripture rather than some martial arts secret book. However, he also had a glimmer of hope, isn't the Jiuyang Divine Skill also mixed in with the Buddhist scriptures, maybe there are also here! Therefore, he cherished it and put it back in the wooden box and put it away with him.

In addition to Buddhist scriptures, there are also some ancient utensils, bronze coins and other things in this pagoda, although the surface of the monuments is mottled, but still well preserved. If it was in his previous life, Ding Yu would definitely take these antiquities out for money, but now he lacks interest in things other than martial arts;

More than an hour later, Ding Yu arrived at the oasis, where he met a group of herdsmen, who pointed him in the direction of Puchanghai, which was only forty or fifty miles away. So he didn't stop and finally rushed to Puchanghai Town before dark.

Puchanghai, that is, Lop Nur in later generations, is a vast lake of thousands of miles at this time. The lakeside is lush and overgrown with robust hemp tea and poplar trees. The inhabitants here do not cultivate or livestock, usually live on boats, mainly live on the catch of the lake for a living, and occasionally come to the town to exchange aquatic products and special products such as Luobu hemp tea and Luobu Mai for some daily necessities such as rice, flour, meat, and herbs for foreign merchants. When they arrived here, there was basically no trace of the bandits - because it was too remote, and the local people were still stuck in the economic form of bartering, not even silver, even if there were really poor and crazy bandits who came here to rob fish and shrimp and Luobu hemp tea, and people rowed the boat into the Puchang sea, the bandits could only stare dryly.

Without bandits to lead the way, it would be difficult for the disciples of the Vajra Sect to find them, and Ding Yu was finally able to sleep peacefully in bed for the first time since he fled.

Five hundred miles south from Lop Nur is the foot of Kunlun Mountain. A wine merchant in the town told Ding Yu that there was an ancient trade road that could be reached directly, but many sections of this old trade road had been covered by desert and could only be accessed by local sandpeople. He also said that the sand people are the best wine, so let Ding Yu buy more good wine, and use the wine to hire a guide when he meets the sand tribe.

Ding Yu didn't know if it was true or not, but no one else in the town knew the road, so he could only spend a lot of money to buy ten jars of wine, pull it on a cart, and set off along the ancient trade road.

The carriage walked along the ancient road for most of the day, and Ding Yu finally met a tribe of sand people with dozens of people in an oasis. But he sadly found that he couldn't communicate with these sandmen!

Ding Yu himself can only speak Chinese (and English barely reaching the level of four), after the crossing, because there are the most Uyghurs in Yiwu City, followed by the Hui Han people, and occasionally Tibetan monks and grassland Mongolian people pass by, so he also learned some Uyghur language, and even in order to go to the grassland to find Guo Jing in the future, he also learned some Mongolian language. However, the language spoken by the sand people here was not the one he knew, and Ding Yu was dumbfounded for a while. However, these sand people are really good wine, and after Ding Yu slapped a jar of wine, the sand people who smelled the fragrance immediately became enthusiastic about him. Someone else took out camel furs, sheepskins, sheep bone carvings and other items to exchange wine with him, which made him feel very depressed: What did I do with these things? When I returned to the Vajra Gate to surrender, did I bring them to my fellow disciples as gifts!

He thought about it for a second time, anyway, these drinks were also used to hire sandmen, and now that they can't be hired, staying in the car will only add to the burden. So he simply did not accept any exchange items, and opened the ten jars of wine to drink. The sand people were even more overjoyed, slaughtering five sheep that night and having a grand bonfire dinner with wine.

Ding Yu then stayed with the Shamin tribe for five or six days, and he planned to learn the language of the Shamin, and then talk to them about the guide, and by the way, recuperate from his injuries and practice martial arts. This night, Ding Yu practiced and sweated profusely, and in the middle of the night, his mouth was dry and he drank two sips of water, and by the way he went out of the tent to find a corner to relieve himself, and after finishing his work, he wanted to go back to sleep again, but he heard a terrible call. At first, he thought it was a desert fox wolf howling, but the howl was one after another, and the more he listened, the more it sounded like a human voice!

At this moment, a small sandman came out of the tent next to him, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a frightened look on his face. He kept talking to Ding Yu for a long time, speaking quickly and urgently, not to mention that Ding Yu didn't understand his language, even if he did, he might not be able to hear it clearly. When he saw that Ding Yu was indifferent, he danced with his hands, making hideous shapes for a while, and then stuck himself in his throat, rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue. Ding Yu probably understood, he should have said that the voice had something to do with the evil ghost's life. In this way, Ding Yu became curious and planned to go over to find out.

Seeing this, Xiao Shamin was shocked, grabbed Ding Yu's arm and blocked him again and again, but he couldn't resist Ding Yu's divine power, so he had no choice but to turn back into the tent and find two mutton fat torches, one handed to Ding Yu, and the other was held by himself, and followed behind in fear. Ding Yu's heart moved: This person is afraid of being like this, but he is willing to follow, but it is rare.

Following the sound, the two walked hundreds of feet, and a dry river was in front of them, and there was no drop of yellow sand in the river. The little sandman grabbed Ding Yu's sleeve with one hand, pointed to the river with the other, and then swayed desperately, meaning that he must not pass. Ding Yu only listened intently to the voice, and he became more and more sure that it was a human voice. As he heard the sound get closer, he flicked his sleeves and stepped briskly onto a sand dune. Looking down from the top of the sand dune, I saw a Tibetan monk in his thirties and forties, wearing a red monk's robe, howling and dancing under the moon. When the little sandman saw this strange sight, he couldn't help but scream, but immediately covered his mouth with his hand.

The voice of the little sandman was not small, and they were only seven or eight feet away from the monks below, so they should be heard. But the monks in the river seemed to be completely unaware of it, and still punched and kicked themselves. Ding Yu looked at it for a long time, his face gradually became serious, it turned out that the monk's movements seemed to be crazy, but in fact, they were very methodical, and between the movements, the flaws were very small, and it was obvious that he was a person with excellent martial arts.

Ding Yu thought it was an ascetic monk practicing here, but it didn't look like it. It was only because of the extremely frightened look on the monk's face that he had just kicked a leg towards the east, when he suddenly screamed miserably, hit his back backwards, and then turned around, and let out two palms backwards, as if he was surrounded by people on all sides and was fighting to the death. However, there was no one in the four corners, and he was already so tired that he was panting like a cow's mouth foaming at the mouth, and it looked like his physical strength had been exhausted, but he still tried his best to hit the air desperately.

Ding Yu said in his heart, if this person continues to fight, he is afraid that he will be exhausted to death. He didn't want to do much, but when he saw that the monk was dressed up, he thought that he had come from Tibet. From Tubo to here, you need to cross the Kunlun Mountain, and then pass through the great desert, then this person should know the way, if he wants to go to the foot of the Kunlun Mountain, I am afraid that he will have to fall on this person.

Thinking of this, Ding Yu quickly walked down from the sand dunes into the river and walked to the Tibetan monk, who didn't seem to see him at all, and was still fighting the enemy in the void. Ding Yu slowly circled around him, and when he went around his side and back, he suddenly struck out and slashed at the back of his neck with a diagonal palm. Unexpectedly, the monk roared, turned around and took the palm on the back of his shoulder, and then punched out from under the flank, straight to Ding Yu's heart. Ding Yu stopped with his horizontal palm, grabbed his wrist with his backhand, dragged it back, and when the monk's foothold was unstable, his left palm slashed down again, this time finally slashing the back of the neck and knocking him out.

Good monk! Ding Yu praised in his heart. Although this monk looks almost exhausted, the punch just now is still full of strength, and when Ding Yu slashed the back of his neck with a palm, he also felt that there was a faint force in his body to fight against him, if the expectation was good, this monk should have a lot of internal strength! But in any case, I can't ask anything now, so I have to take him back to the oasis first to see if he can wake up tomorrow.

Ding Yu lifted the monk and walked towards the top of the sand dunes on his shoulders. Xiao Shamin saw that Ding Yu had subdued the red-clothed monk, and he had the courage to come up and take a look, but he saw that he had two ears, two eyes and a pair of mouth and nose, not like the legendary evil ghost who hooked the soul and asked for his life, so he was somewhat relieved.

Back outside the sand camp in the oasis, the little sand man next to Ding Yu made a gesture for Ding Yu to wait outside, while he himself got into the largest tent and came out with an old sand man after a while. The old sand man Ding Yu has been familiar with him these days, he is the first person to drink his wine, and the first person to invite him to the bonfire party, so he should be the head of this tribe.

The leader walked out of the camp and looked at the red-clothed monk with a worried expression. He pointed at Ding Yu, then at the camp, then at the red-clothed monk, then shook his head and waved his hand. It should be saying to Ding Yu: "You can come in, but he can't do it." ”

Ding Yu smiled and nodded, indicating that he understood. He knew that many nomads had their own taboos, and even ordinary people were reluctant to bring into their homes a strange strange man who danced and screamed and howled all night. He put the cardinal monk on his cart, wrapped him in a few sheepskins, tied him outside with a rope of ox tendon, fed him a few mouthfuls of water, and then went into the tent and went to sleep. Seeing this, the head of the sand people also relieved and beckoned the other sand people to rest in peace.