There are always some miracles in life. The world is so big. When many accidents happen to people, it will make people feel incredible. However, the probability of such accidents is too small, so these accidents are called miracles.
I don’t know if Cao Shi is a miracle, but he was indeed very lucky. We happened to be present when the Bantuo Mandala collapsed, and he survived all the way after being seriously injured. We gave up rest and exercise as much as possible.
During the pause, under the leadership of Bai Yin, they passed through the vast desert and no man's land.
The edge of the no-man's land was still very desolate, but there were already shadows of vehicles. Ma Dad and I tried our best to stop the vehicles. Maybe it was also because there were camels behind us. To outsiders, it looked like we were people who had just traveled from the depths of the desert.
, a driver became interested in us. After he stopped the car, I almost asked the monk and Baiyin to carry Cao Shi in without asking for his permission.
"My friend is injured, go to the hospital." The monk threw a stack of banknotes over, and the shadow of RMB immediately drowned out the confusion and a hint of panic in the driver's eyes.
After carrying Cao Shi into the car, my already severely exhausted physical strength and mental consciousness collapsed sharply. Those who have not experienced it personally cannot imagine that feeling. But I can't sleep, because until now, Cao Shi
There is no way to completely control the safety of the people.
I kept gritting my teeth and persisting until I saw the city appearing in my field of vision, and I knew that Cao Shi had finally saved his life.
Almost at the moment when the outline of the city first appeared, I subconsciously looked down at Cao Shi, and then I fell into a deep sleep like a coma. I don't know what happened next, it was all cooked by the monks and Baiyin.
of.
I slept for a long time, and when I woke up, I felt that my head weighed more than a hundred kilograms, and all the bones in my body seemed to be scattered on the bed. I couldn't even lift a little finger, because I was too tired and had no strength to just think about it.
I slept with my head covered for another month.
But when I woke up, Cao Shi's face appeared in my mind. I gritted my teeth, turned over and got up.
Baiyin and the monk were gone, and only Ma Dad was guarding Cao Shi. I asked anxiously, and Ma Dad's eyes were red, and he was yawning and crying. He said that Cao Shi's situation was very optimistic, and he had already
He is out of danger and although he is still undergoing treatment, recovery is only a matter of time.
Ma Dad also told me that Huaiqinglin was also in the hospital, accompanied by a monk, and Baiyin had already rushed in the direction of Ban Tuo, probably to pick up Xiaohu and Lao Gong.
"That Earth Eye is still alive?" As soon as I heard that Cao Shi was out of danger, my heart immediately relaxed completely, and the innate bad habits in my bones began to trouble me again. But to be honest, Huaiqinglin is really a good enough person.
A person who arouses strong curiosity.
"He's lucky, he wasn't seriously injured." Ma Dad yawned, and it looked like he could fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, but he still pulled me to a corner where no one was around, and said to me next to his ear: "This time
Cao Shi's boat capsized, and the people who benefited the most were Hu and the monk!"
From Ma Dad's eyes, I immediately understood what he was going to say. Before the mandala collapsed, Huaiqinglin and Cao Shi's men rushed out with a small box, and then everyone was buried.
.And Xiaohu and Lao Gong took the risk of staying in Bantuo, and they must have tried to find a way to dig out the box.
Moreover, although this box was brought out by Cao Shi's people, once it falls into the hands of Mustache, there is no possibility that it will be returned to its original owner.
"I really can't hold it any longer. I'm going to take a nap for a while. Master Tian, you have to be careful this time. It's impossible for Huzi to return it to Cao Shi after he gets the box. You have to learn to negotiate the price and divide it from the middle.
A sum of money." Ma Dad wandered around looking for a place to sleep: "I'm getting older, and all my future coffins will be placed on you..."
When I saw Cao Shi again, he was completely awake, but his body was very weak and his face was still a little pale. I wanted to continue the conversation that I had left unfinished on the road, but Cao Shi knew that he had been rescued. What did he do?
Neither of them wanted to talk anymore.
I also know that it is difficult to pry open his mouth. He was too cautious. When he was about to die, he still had reservations about what he said. Not to mention that now, I can hardly get anything from him anymore.
.
Without this topic, we didn't know what to say for a while, so we were silent for a few minutes. Cao Shi reached out to touch the cigarette out of habit.
"Master Tian, don't go back to Jiangbei for the time being."
I raised my head and glanced at him, but I couldn't see anything else in his eyes. I had been away from Jiangbei for a long time, and my judgment of the current situation fell into a clueless confusion. But I knew that since Cao Shi said this, he must
He has his own reasons, but as for what exactly they are, I don’t think he can explain them too clearly to me.
"One more thing, you should immediately find a way to break away from all relations with the people around you." Cao Shi added: "Don't mess with them. I have to return to Jiangbei as soon as possible. It doesn't matter if I die in Bantuo, but since I live
Once you get down here, you can’t hide anything from Master Ba.”
In my impression, Cao Shi is this kind of person. What he does is almost transparent in front of the old man, without any concealment. But Cao Shi is so anxious to return to Jiangbei because he wants to make the process of our encounter thorough.
Erasing it and not telling anyone may be a form of protection for me.
The next day, Cao Shi got in touch with Jiangbei, and someone would come to pick him up soon. I had to leave, and when I walked out of the ward, I couldn't help but look back at Cao Shi, through a trace of dust.
Through the glass window, I saw him looking up at the ceiling, quietly lost in thought.
When I left the hospital, the monk also left with Huaiqinglin. About a day later, the monk returned alone. He refused to tell us the whereabouts of Huaiqinglin and joked with us.
The monk took us to find a place to wait, and a few days later, Xiaozi came back after a long journey. He may also remember the friction we had in Bantuo, so he took the initiative to talk to me. For Xiaozi,
, this is already a rare and valuable proactive show of goodwill.
In fact, I am not a grudge-bearing person, and the most important thing is that no matter what kind of friction happened in Bantuo, Mustache finally compromised and sent Baiyin and the monk to escort us out of the desert. Because of this, Cao
Only by being practical can I save my life. So at this time, my resistance and rejection of mustaches have been reduced a lot.
But this kind of mentality does not represent complete tolerance and understanding. I did not take the initiative to talk to him, but just smoked one cigarette after another. After a long time, Mustache actually picked up a cigarette, lit it and took a deep puff.
His eyes were a little dim, as if he was talking to himself or to me.
"We're all having a hard time."
It can be said that this kind of emotion is very rare for Mustache to show, and I was a little surprised. Then, the dimness in Mustache's eyes immediately disappeared, he put out the cigarette butt and said to me: "You
Do you know what’s in that little box?”
"That little box in the mandala?"
This time, Mustache's frankness and initiative surprised me. He took out a box. It was small and very beautiful in appearance. It had been washed away by the years, but it had not been completely erased.
This box had probably been stored deep in the mandala for a very long time. I subconsciously did not dare to move it. Mustache opened the box and I saw what was inside.
"What is this?" I made a distinction and easily recognized what was in the box: "Book?"
"Parchment."
Mustache gently took out a book and flipped it in front of me. The book was well preserved and the parchment was tough, but it was afraid of moisture. The climate in the desert was very dry. If the box was completely sealed, the parchment would hardly be affected by any damage.
erosion.
There are three books in total in this flat box, two of which are parchment books, and the other one is very thin. It looks like the thick paper has been preserved through special treatment. The paper is completely yellowed and the corners are broken.
part.
Are these three books treasured deep in the mandala where there seems to be a powerful ghost? What is recorded in them? Should they be preserved in this way?
I was very curious, and with Mustache's permission, I read these three books, but I immediately threw them all away because I couldn't understand them. The two parchment books were densely packed with Tangut script, and that one was very thin.
The pamphlet is filled with symbols one after another that have no meaning.
The Dangxiang people originally did not have their own written language. Before the founding of the country, Yuan Hao, the founding emperor of Xixia, ordered his minister Yeli Ronghen to create Xixia script. Yeli Ronghen spent three years creating more than 5,000 Xixia scripts, which are called Tibetan scripts.
Or Tibetan language.
The structure of Xixia script is modeled on Chinese characters, using dot, horizontal, vertical, left, na, hook, kuai and other combinations of characters. There are very few simple characters and most of them are combination characters. The strokes are very complicated. At first glance, it seems that they are all Chinese characters, but if you look closely,
At first glance, I didn’t recognize anyone. This complicated Xixia script is the national language of Xixia and has a wide range of applications.
After the fall of Xixia, the descendants of the Dangxiang people living in various places still used Xixia script. Especially in the Yuan Dynasty, it was called Hexi script and printed a large number of Buddhist classics. In the early Ming Dynasty, Western Xia scriptures were also printed, and many of them were printed.
Dangxiang people also wrote letters in Xixia script.
But the outcome of a nation that has lost its territory and has a poorly developed culture is easy to guess. By the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the Dangxiang people who had lost their territory gradually merged with other ethnic groups at that time, and the Xixia script became extinct and became a kind of
Dead text.
"Is there a way to decipher the contents of the parchment?" I really want to know the detailed contents of the three books in the box.
"The parchment can be deciphered." Mustache put the book back into the box and said, "Use the beads on the palms of the hands of Fan and Han."