Chapter three hundred and fifty-nine, one sand, one world
You Fang met An Zuojie in the center of the Devil's City when the sun was rising in the early morning. During a fierce battle, a sandstorm broke out on the Gobi Desert. However, An Zuojie, the sword in your hand, was swept away by the strong wind and fell on the edge of the Devil's City. When he crossed
It was noon when Fengsha came to sit down in this grotto, which happened to be the time when Han Zhizi and others were blocked by a sandstorm on the outskirts of Dunhuang.
You Fang didn't sit in the grotto for long. About an hour later, in the silence, his spiritual thoughts subtlety sensed the roar of heaven and earth, until the dust dispersed. The storm came and went quickly. When the last
A wisp of wind swirled and disappeared into the Devil's City, the dust settled, and the scorching sunshine shone on the vast desert again.
You Fang stood up and walked to the door of the grotto. He bowed to the eminent monk again, as if he were worshiping the peaceful and motionless world of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, and the Saha world where spiritual thoughts are integrated. Then he turned around and walked out, looking at the sun in the distance.
The Gobi Desert shines in the silence, with no trace left of the raging sand and dust. What a beautiful scenery it is!
He flew from the sky and passed through sandstorms, but the backpack was always firmly on his back. This backpack accompanied him through thousands of mountains and rivers. The straps on his shoulders were still intact, and the horizontal straps were firmly buckled on his chest. You Fang
I took off my backpack, opened it, took out the last bottle of water I carried with me, moistened my lips and throat first, and then sipped it carefully.
He silently calculated the direction and distance with his heart, and decided to leave the Devil City directly, and cross the desert in the south-east direction to reach the edge of the Gobi, which is where he parked when he came. He hoped that the off-road vehicle that had experienced the sandstorm could still drive.
If you drive, you can also walk to the road.
As the tourist walked home, he left a line of shallow footprints on the sand dunes. The ups and downs were leisurely, and the length of each step was almost the same. After walking in silence for more than an hour, he suddenly turned his head and looked at
Directly south, I could faintly hear the roar of a motor.
Not long ago, a motorcycle appeared on the sand dunes in the distance. The rider's face was full of dust. When he saw You Fang from a distance, he shouted in surprise: "Brother You, thank God, I found you!... What if this makes me happy?"
If you get lost, what will I do to you when I get back?"
You Fang also shouted: "Xiao Xian, why are you here?"
While talking, Hua Youxian had already come closer, jumped off the motorcycle and replied: "Those Fengmen seniors went to pick you up, but they couldn't come due to the sandstorm. I was very worried after hearing about it, so I asked Cao Jin to get a motorcycle."
, I went straight through it when the wind and sand calmed down, I was so lucky, I met Brother You before I even reached Devil City, are you okay?"
You Fang now looks as if he has been through a robbery. One sleeve of his coat is gone, and both trouser legs are broken into trumpets. There are several holes in the uppers of his shoes, and his toes can be seen. There is a bloody scab on his left earlobe.
, there are thin red threads on the skin on the face and legs exposed to the torn pants. If you look carefully, they are scratches from wind and sand.
Although he looked a bit "miserable", his expression was not embarrassed at all, and he was graceful and full of energy. Hua Youxian looked up and down for a long time and found nothing wrong with You Fang, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
You Fang was also sizing up Hua Youxian. He was covered in wind dust and even the folds of his clothes were filled with fine sand. It was obvious that he had broken into the desert before the sandstorm had completely stopped. Looking at the motorcycle he was riding, it was the same as when You Fang had originally ridden it.
The motorcycle that arrived at the police station in Songhe Valley was very old. It was stained and had almost all the paint peeled off. It was just thrown carelessly on the sand dunes with its tires still spinning.
I don’t know where Cao Jin found this motorcycle and lent it to Hua Youxian. Although it looks old and broken, it is well maintained and has excellent performance. It can ride across the desert to get here. Judging from the speed at which it was speeding just now, it is still very good.
It was pretty fast. There were two large plastic buckets wrapped in black cloth hung on the back seat of the motorcycle, with water on one side and fuel on the other. They were very well prepared.
You Fang wanted to say: "Didn't I tell you not to come earlier? You and I don't want to take risks together. Why didn't you listen?" But after looking at Hua Youxian's expression, he swallowed the words back.
He nodded and said: "Thank you for your hard work. You came just in time. Let's go back. We can meet Han Zhizi and others on the way."
Hua Youxian rode a broken motorcycle to carry the tourist, and headed off the way he came. This place was outside the scope of the Devil City. The location was east-north, belonging to the desert area. Going south was the edge of the Gobi Desert. Although it was already
It's not an area full of strange rocks like the Devil's City, but occasionally you can see tall, castle-like stone mountains among the endless sand dunes.
After walking not far, You Fang suddenly said: "Stop, there is someone in front of you!" As he spoke, he jumped off the motorcycle, turned around and walked to the left.
Hua Youxian stopped the motorcycle and put it down, and looked in the direction of the traveler. He saw a lonely rocky mountain in the distance protruding from the surface of the sand dune. At the foot of the mountain, two blue-gray figures were slowly walking toward him.
Come this way. Hua Youxian was surprised, but You Fang had already stepped forward to greet him and said: "If we are destined to meet in life, we will never meet anywhere in the world. Master Xinqing, did you not expect that we can meet in this desert?... Half and half
, traveling with the master these past six months, how has everything been?"
It turned out that the two people were Monk Xinqing from Dacixing Temple in western Liaoning and Wang Youfo, the son of Wang Xunjie, the head of the Qiangong Sect. Wang Youfo was practicing the art of piercing the bow to draw evil spirits at Qianduo Lotus Mountain, and inadvertently destroyed Monk Xinqing's hard work in repairing the earth's veins.
Lingshu's move. You Fang sang with Wang Xujie, first frightened him, and then "punished" him to accompany Master Xinqing for a year. The actual purpose was to let him follow this master to learn a lesson.
Wow, this kind of opportunity is really rare.
Xin Qing really took Wang Youfo with her to travel and practice asceticism. She arrived in Chengdu not long ago and met Chu Fu, Zhang Liuhua and others. Now they were actually in the Gobi Desert. They should have encountered a sandstorm just now. Judging from the situation, they were there.
They took shelter in the mountains and waited for the wind and sand to stop before setting off again. The direction turned out to be towards Devil's City.
Xinqing was still the same as before, wearing washed, white and patched monk robes, holding an alms bowl with one hand and returning the salute with a raised palm.
Wang Youfo looked a little embarrassed, his head was covered with sand, his coat was broken into pieces, there was a slit in his pants, and his buttocks were almost exposed. It looked like it was not that easy to walk through the wind and sand. But he was carrying a big bag at the moment, and his expression remained the same.
Very excited, he saluted to You Fang and said: "Hello Mr. Rand, I followed my master and came here to practice asceticism. Will you also bring your disciples here to sharpen your mind?"
When You Fang saw Wang Youfo, he wanted to laugh and at the same time felt very emotional. It is not easy to seek enlightenment. Judging from his own experience in this sandstorm, it is indeed a rare opportunity to sharpen his skills. It is impossible to comprehend the world while sitting quietly at home.
It is so mysterious, but such an experience is indeed full of danger and suffering. When Wang Youfo was in the Lian Gong Sect, the elders usually doted on him, and they probably couldn't bear to let him suffer such a hardship. It is better for his father to be considerate and let him
Follow Master Xinqing to go out and do asceticism.
Hearing Wang Youfo call Xinqing "Master", it seems that he has officially accepted this eminent monk as his teacher. You Fang immediately raised his hands and said: "Banban, congratulations on becoming a disciple of Master Xinqing! ... This little brother is called Hua.
If you have time, just call him Xiaoxian."
Hua Youxian also stepped forward to salute. This desert under the sun was not the place to talk. He briefly chatted for a few words and then parted ways. Xinqing and Wang Youfo had just walked down the sand dunes when Youfang suddenly remembered something and shouted.
: "Master, please stay!"
Xinqing turned around and asked, "What's the matter, donor?"
You Fang walked down the sand dune, took out a roll of something from his backpack, handed it over with both hands and said: "This thing followed me for thousands of miles, and finally returned to Dunhuang. It was God's will that I met the master! This scroll of thousands of years of sutras and suicide notes, please appreciate it."
Master, accept it, it is more suitable in your hands than in mine."
Xinqing unfolded this scroll in the sun, and the desolate and solemn atmosphere silently filled the desert. The figure and look of this eminent monk was also tainted with an indescribable solemn atmosphere. After unrolling the scroll, he slowly
Slowly rolling it up, he did not decline or refuse, put away the scroll and looked at You Fangdao: "Ordinary or rare, there is no difference in Buddhism, but Mr. Rand gave such a generous gift to the poor monk, after all, it is a blessing of the world's Dharma. I don't know
What can I tell you?"
You Fang smiled, pointed at Hua Youxian and said: "I don't take advice seriously, but this little brother of mine has a question and wants to ask the master for advice. I hope the master can use the wonderful knowledge in the scriptures to develop the fate method."
Hua Youxian was stunned when he heard this. You Fang said that he had questions and wanted to ask Master Xinqing for advice. He had never mentioned this before, and even meeting Xinqing was an accident. But he saw the Dunhuang in Xinqing's hand.
After reading the suicide note, he immediately came to his senses, stepped forward and bowed and said: "Master, I once had a question at the Crescent Moon Spring in Dunhuang. According to legend, there are three treasures of the Crescent Spring, the iron-backed fish, the seven-star grass, and the five-color sand. The iron-backed fish and the
The seven-star grass has its own meaning, but what is the five-color sand? The Crescent Moon Spring is in the desert, but it is not surrounded by five-color sand?"
When he opened his mouth, Wang Youfo on the side was also very interested, and curiously interjected: "Is there still this legend in Dunhuang? Master, what does the five-color sand mean? I also want to ask you."
Xinqing's expression seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He came here asking for alms bowl in the wind and sand. After the wind and sand quieted down, there was still more than half of the bowl of light yellow sand with moon-white color. He stretched out his left hand and placed the half of the bowl of sand in the sun.
When he came to Hua Youxian's eyes, he said calmly: "Donor, please pay close attention and take a closer look. What do you see in your heart?"
The strangeness of this scene is indescribable. The words of Xin Qing are heard like wise words, the scenery has changed unchanged, and what the soul sees in the mind and what is seen in front of the eyes are strangely fused, as if there is only half a bowl of sand left between heaven and earth.
It becomes clearer and clearer at the microscopic level. Each grain of sand becomes the size of a pearl, crystal clear, and reflects bright five-color light in the sun.
If you try to describe its mystery, it is like magnifying the sand grains under a high-power electron microscope, but the situation is not completely like this, and it cannot be fully described in words. It turns out that those sand grains are so pure, so beautiful, it is almost like a dream.
Every grain of sand seems to contain a colorful world.
Xinqing's voice came calmly in her ears: "The five-color sand is beside the Crescent Moon Spring, in the desert you walked through. Did you see it?"