Western Region, Great Desert.
On the vast expanse of desert, the high temperature of the sun has left traces of people's footsteps, which are a series of hurried footsteps.
"No--"
The echoes of pain, when played in the desert, soon disappeared with the wind.
The source of the sound was still the hurried desert wanderer, an ordinary man wearing a star-patterned robe.
It's hard to say what specific features he has in his appearance, but he is holding a bronze mirror in his hand, which is very distinctive.
What is conveyed in the bronze mirror is the scene of the Gui Shi Tomb in the Southern Region.
"broken."
I don’t know what I heard or what I thought.
The man in the star-patterned robe put away the bronze mirror, stopped looking, and stepped more resolutely.
His speed is extremely fast.
Even though he didn't use any spiritual skills, the desert automatically shrank under his feet, and there were faint stars falling from the sky.
The man quickly crossed the desert.
There are not only large deserts in the Western Regions, but mostly deserts in the Western Regions, accounting for 99% of the total.
When you break through the desert or find an oasis in the desert, you are like the man in the star-patterned robe at this moment.
He suddenly took a big step forward, and the scene before his eyes changed, and he stepped from the desert into a deserted area.
The gravel is still here, but barren land can still be seen, and occasionally a few gray-green buds can be seen.
After a few more steps, we walked through the deserted area and came to the strange rock area.
There are rugged rocks here, and the terrain begins to get steeper. There seems to be greenery not far away, and it seems that there are "mountains" going up further.
Mountains represent trees, and trees represent vitality.
Where there are mountains in the Western Regions, they are mostly barren mountains, lifeless.
When the man in the star-patterned robe raised his eyes and looked into the distance, there was a touch of green on the steepest terrain in the distance.
"Buddha Sect..."
He didn't pause.
After a few steps, we walked from the strange rock area into the deep mountains and old forests.
Streams, springs, forest birds, and the fragrance of flowers... If the scenery here is compared with the deserts of the Western Regions, it is like heaven compared to hell.
When you turn the corner from a well-trodden path in the forest, you will see a small dilapidated temple in front of you.
In front of the temple stood a little novice monk who was taking a nap. He looked about seven or eight years old, leaning on a wooden stick and lowering his head little by little.
"Huh?"
He woke up suddenly, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the person coming in front of the temple.
"ah!"
The little novice called out.
He pushed the stick away suddenly and took two steps without moving.
Just as he turned his head and entered the temple door, his heels went in, but his head turned back again:
"Amitabha, this donor, please wait a moment."
When his feet came back, he dragged his head back to the temple. Even with the help of crutches, he pulled his feet back into the temple, running and shouting:
"Abbott! Abbot Youxi!"
"There are really people, there are really people waiting for us, come out and see, come out and see!"
The man in the star-patterned robe has a smile in his eyes, and his eyes are full of life.
There seemed to be a lot of people in the old temple, and there was some faint noise of commotion, but no one showed up.
"embarrassed--"
Suddenly at a certain moment, crows and birds flew in the forest, and the leaves rustled wildly.
The mountain road trembled slightly, and there was a thud at the temple door, as if something heavy had fallen down. When I looked up, I saw an old monk with a big belly.
The old monk didn't look bad. He was wearing a red cassock and a long jade string around his neck. His earlobes hung down to the corner of his jaw. He had a kind face and kind eyes.
"Amitabha."
After landing at the entrance of the temple and blocking the way, the old monk clasped his hands together, with a look of repentance on his face, and spoke first:
"If a friend comes from afar, I should treat him with tea."
"However, deep in the mountains and old forests, there is no food or rice, and the chairs and wood in the temple are old or withered. I hope that the distinguished guest will forgive me and cannot be invited into the temple. If you have anything, you can talk about it in front of the temple."
"Perhaps there is a pavilion in front of the forest, with a crude tea lamp placed there for guests to enjoy themselves."
After he reached out and pointed in a certain direction, he clasped his hands together again, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, muttering to himself: "Sin, sin."
The man in the star-patterned robe laughed when he heard this: "I am really thirsty. Monks don't lie. Is there really no tea in the old abbot's temple?"
When the old monk heard the sound, he could only sigh.
"Boom boom boom——"
At the right time, the sound of jars breaking and bowls cracking was heard in the temple, accompanied by the sound of grains rustling and rolling to the ground, as well as the sound of muffled sighs.
The old monk closed his eyes and said, "No more."
"This makes me look like I'm no longer human..."
As the man in the star-patterned robe spoke, he took out his bronze mirror and glanced at it, but had no intention of leaving. "Old senior, if you don't ask me my name, what's the point?"
"I am a guest from afar, and my relationship is as dust as the dust. The world is troubled, so don't be tainted by the ordinary mind." The old monk shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't really want to know.
The man in the star-patterned robe obviously didn't want to end his fate. He clasped his fists respectfully and said: "I have a skill in Xia Nangong. May I ask the abbot how to call him?"
The old monk covered his ears to express that he had not heard the name.
"Abbot Youxi, you really don't want to hear what someone from Nangong has planned for this trip. Maybe it will be interesting?"
"Once you enter the Buddhist door, all earthly connections are cut off, and all the passers-by are like smoke and clouds."
"Abbott, the wall of your temple is very short. I think a rabbit can climb over it by just kicking its legs."
"Nangong Donor, what is this behavior?"
The man in star-patterned robes who claimed to be Nangong Youshu narrowed his eyes and smiled.
He soon changed his face to a pious one, bowed his hands, and said very kindly:
"There are skills in Xia Nangong."
He emphasized it again and then continued:
"I came from the sinful land of the Southern Territory and wanted to teach the Heavenly Secret Way to the Western Territory, but I couldn't help but die along the way. I have no hope of life and I feel quite depressed."
"The ancient temple in the old forest on this mountain is full of vitality when I pass by it. Naturally, I feel very good about it, so I came here specifically to visit."
After a pause, the polite Tianji Warlock pointed to the temple door behind the abbot with a smile:
"I just met the novice monk in front of the temple. His face was rosy and his wisdom was perfect."
"Now the old abbot appears, his words are extraordinary and his knowledge is profound."
"It is expected that the beautiful bells and bells here can explain the meaning of Buddhism and the roots of Taoism."
"I have a delusional idea. Can I take the abbot's hand and go into this ancient temple to talk about it? Wouldn't it be nice for you and me to sleep together and talk about the great road?"
Abbot Youxi clasped his hands together, said "Amitabha", and said calmly: "This is a delusional thought, so let's just think about it."
"Huh?" Nangong Youshu was stunned on the spot.
As soon as he was silent, the whispers of the novice monks became noisy across a low wall in the temple:
"Hey! He wants to sleep with Abbot Youxi?"
"How do you sleep with your feet up, feet to feet? The bed isn't that big?"
To be continued...