The so-called Congling is the most dangerous and mysterious section of the Silk Road in the Han Dynasty, and it is also the fastest section. Most of the mountains run parallel from east to west and belong to high-altitude areas. They converge with Kunlun and Tianshan to form high mountains and valleys.
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In the alpine climate, there is heavy snow that never melts all year round. Especially in the middle of winter, the lush greenery covering the mountains and fields is covered with a layer of silver.
At this time, the second half of the road in Congling was a long track of wheels. If any business travelers saw it, they would definitely exclaim that the people walking this way are really desperate.
But now, the tall and tall car has noisy and lively rotating wheels, driven by the pained face, being pulled by the old cow down the downhill road.
In the swirling snowflakes, the crazy old man opened the curtain and stretched himself out. When he saw the snow all over the place, he jumped into the snow with a sigh of relief. He spread the snow in his hands and shouted to the people who were sitting upright.
Disciple, come down together.
"Master, pile up the snow."
Chen Yuan marked the route to the map and immediately put it away. When he was not interested, he jumped out of the car and helped his master build seven or eight snowmen, large and small. He used the fine stones under the snow layer to make eyes, noses, and tree branches.
I made my hands, waved my sleeves and raised my magic power to brush the snowmen. In a moment, the seven snowmen blinked their eyes and slid against the snow. They lined up and made the sound of "Hey, hey, hey," and walked happily around the oxcart.
Sliding, the crazy old man jumped and jumped behind him, occasionally putting his hands on the snowman in front of him, stepping on the snow with his feet, and followed him for a long distance while yelling.
"Master, slow down!"
Chen Yuan shouted from a distance to the old man who had slid down the hillside with the snowman. The monk chanting sutras on the bullock cart opened his eyes, got out of the cart, and walked slowly with a Zen staff and a golden bowl.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, where are you ahead of us?"
"I don't know."
Chen Yuan really didn't know that Dawan would have a new name here in later generations, and he didn't even know whether it had a city or a country. If he encountered it, he would be able to appreciate the local customs.
Cultivating the Tao and cultivating the mind, long distance is also a kind of cultivation.
Otherwise, why would some ascetics leave the blessed land and travel around? Sitting in one place for a long time is not the foundation of asceticism. Traveling around the mountains and rivers, experiencing the various tastes of the world, and having enlightenment in your heart can see through the dust and walk out on the path under your feet.
Chen Yuan and the monk didn't feel the cold at all. What they were wearing when they arrived was still the same now. But Sun Zhengde in the car was wrapped in a blanket, sniffing, flipping through books, and mumbling words to keep out the cold.
As soon as the spell was used, the body warmed up a little, but the spell soon lost its effect, and he was shivering from the cold.
"Although other people are building foundations, these small spells can't be used casually, but they can last for a long time. How come they don't work after a few breaths in my hands?"
The monk turned his face slightly, and Yun Danfeng said softly: "I have endless worries and desires. How do I cast a spell?"
The fat Taoist quit, hugged the blanket tightly and replied: "Hey, monk, you are wrong. My boss didn't even kill three corpses, isn't it the same?"
"He is subduing the Three Corpse Gods, can you do it?"
Monk Zhenhai silenced Sun Zhengde with just one sentence. He shrank his neck and suddenly became curious, "My boss, do your three corpse gods really look like women?"
Chen Yuan smiled and then nodded.
"Everyone's three corpse gods are Qing Gu, Bai Gu, and Blood Gu. It depends on whether you kill them, surrender, or be troubled by them."
"Are they beautiful?"
"Your focus seems to be off."
Just as the two were talking, a cry of 'Wow!' suddenly sounded in front of them, and soon there was a burst of chaos, horses neighing, people shouting, and the dull sound of trees colliding.
"Is there anyone else walking in the ice and snow?"
Chen Yuan could tell that the shout was not from the master. It sounded like a middle-aged man. He immediately quickened his pace and took a step down. The man was already several feet away. As he expected, the hillside below was covered with white snow.
It's a scene of people flipping on their backs. A carriage has rolled over on its side. Someone is climbing out of the carriage. He has brown hair and is wearing a robe with a fur collar. There is another person standing guard with a knife. His clothes are slightly thinner and he has brown hair. He looks like
Like a coachman.
The old man, Master, clung to the trunk of the tree, and the falling snow buried his lower body in it.
The fat Hu man was chattering without knowing what he was talking about. He looked back from time to time and saw several blue-grey figures running rapidly in the snow. He was so frightened that he got back into the carriage and asked the servant to hold the door.
It was a pack of wolves, with only six of them, but for two people, one master and one servant, they were extremely dangerous.
The six big wolves ran wildly through the snow. When they got close to a distance of several feet, the most alert beast saw a figure in blue robes walking through the snow. They all stopped and turned around without saying a word.
Just run away in the direction you came from.
The knife-wielding rickshaw driver stared blankly at a figure with black hair and an oriental appearance walking towards him. Without even looking at him, he walked straight to the snowdrift over there and spoke a language he didn't understand.
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"Master!"
Chen Yuan pulled out the crazy old man from the snowdrift. The old man was covered in snow, his lips were trembling, and he pointed at the pile of snow: "This is no fun anymore. Disciple, you ask them to become your master."
"Master, I don't understand what they are saying."
"Then kill them!" The crazy old man's aggrieved expression changed, his eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent, he rolled up his sleeves, his palms turned into claws, and was about to go over and crush the frightened coachman to death.
"Master."
Chen Yuan grabbed the crazy old man's hand and shook his head. It was just an accident. The other party was obviously being chased by a pack of wolves and ran into the master in a panic. If he killed the other party because he was a barbarian from the west, he
What is the difference between you and those Yuejie people?
"Wait a moment, disciple will get some more for Master."
"Yeah." Seeing his apprentice stop him, the crazy old man was not stupid, so he nodded and put his hand down, then raised it again and made a big gesture, "Being a teacher requires a lot of effort!"
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Seeing that his apprentice agreed, the crazy old man laughed and happily went back to the oxcart going downhill. The Zhenhai monk who passed by the old man also came over and asked what happened.
"It's just an accident."
After telling the monk what he had guessed, Chen Yuan walked to the carriage, lifted it up casually, and threw the heavy carriage directly on the road. He waved to the old cow behind him and continued to move forward.
When the driver was out of sight, the big-mouthed Hu driver sat down on the ground, realized what he was doing, and hurriedly knelt down to worship. The fat Hu man in the car, whose nose was bruised and swollen after falling in the car, crawled out in embarrassment, and knelt down in front of the man kneeling on the ground in embarrassment.
A servant is just a kick.
The Hu man's driver hurriedly explained in words that Chen Yuan and others could not understand, and pointed to the front and the wheel marks on the ground. The fat Hu man was dubious, so he let the driver drive the car and chased after him.
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"Those two people seem to be catching up."
The fat Taoist lay on the cart and looked back. Chen Yuan took out the Huangchuan Miscellaneous Questions and looked through them, and finally found a useful spell in the foreign land.
When the carriage from behind approached and the fat Hu man inside got out, Chen Yuan stretched out his finger, and an invisible light of Dharma penetrated into the other person's ear. Chen Yuan also gave himself and the fat Taoist, monk, and master
After applying one, I saw the fat man who kept picking out his ears shouting: "Ouch, it's so itchy, something got in."
"Sure enough, I can understand."
Chen Yuan immediately smiled and raised his hand towards the foreigner: "Don't worry, it's just a small Eastern technique."
The fat foreigner and the coachman over there were stunned for a moment, staring blankly at Chen Yuan who was speaking. For a moment, they didn't believe that their ears could understand what the other party said.
So, I tried to open my mouth and said, "Hello, traveler from afar."
Chen Yuan nodded with a smile.
"Hello, I'm Chen Yuan."
The two of them seemed to have discovered a magical treasure. The fat Hu man got out of the car in surprise and chatted with Chen Yuan, "Dignified guest from the East, I am a businessman from Wadi Ci. Can I go with you? When we get to the city, you can
Live in my warm house, and there will be beautiful maids to relieve your worries on the way."
"Then you can come with us."
If you can travel with the locals, you can naturally easily get out of here and reach the city the other party talks about. As for whether you can live there or not, that is another matter.
"Thank you to the gods for meeting you from far away here."
The fat Hu man clasped his palms together and raised his forehead to the sky like a prayer, and said happily: "Otherwise, my servants and I will be buried in the belly of a wolf, or we may die under the stick of a man."
"One-eye person?"
Hearing this word, Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows, as if he had seen it in some book of later generations. The fat Hu man following him nodded and made signs on his face.
"A very tall villain, half as tall as a tree, with only one eye in the middle of his face, a mouth full of fangs, and he likes to eat travelers passing by."
"have you seen?"
The fat Hu man shook his head: "I have heard of their legends. Wadi Ci has many legends about them. The wizards also say that they exist in this mysterious mountain."
In every word, the fat Hu man also seemed enthusiastic, and he was happy to tell the four travelers from the east everything about Wadi. At the same time, he also mentioned that he had been to the Western Regions, but unfortunately there were frequent wars there.
There are also scorching deserts. It’s a pity that we didn’t enter the lands further east.
"I think you'll have a chance to go."
Soon after, the fat Hu man's carriage led the way, and Chen Yuan and others followed them and quickly left the mountain forest. As the winter sunset approached, a white plain fell into view.
In the open wilderness, there are farms one after another, with smoke rising from cooking stoves, and patches of vineyards. Unfortunately, it is covered with heavy snow, and only withered grapevines can be seen on the cultivated land.
That afternoon, amid the white snow, a horse-drawn carriage led an ox-cart through the country roads. Under the curious eyes of the farmers on the farm, they headed towards the first exotic ancient city built close to the mountains in the distance.
The dignified and thick city wall looked ancient in the winter sunshine this afternoon.