After watching Li Xiuyuan get on the carriage, this guy threw away the watermelon in his hand, dove into the blazing sun, and ran in the opposite direction.
Li Xiuyuan returned to the inn to clean up, and then bought some food and snacks for the young monk.
Then he called a carriage and left the city, heading towards the grotto.
In the hot summer of that year, he achieved nirvana in a cave on the Tianshan Mountains, and he did not experience the scorching sun in the desert at all.
After staying in Dunhuang City for so many days, I realized that it was better to enjoy Huiming and cool down in the grotto.
The coachman was used to the wind and sand in the desert. Looking at Li Xiuyuan's uncomfortable look, he smiled and said, "Young master went to the Buddhist cave to stay there. It's cool on the mountain."
Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said: "I can't compare with you. After all, the people in the desert still have to live."
The coachman shook his head: "We have lived here for generations and are used to it... My dear, sir, there are bandits blocking the road ahead. How about we turn around?"
Before the two of them could exchange a word, the coachman let out an exclamation.
The last thing businessmen and drivers in the desert want to encounter are bandits.
"Stop first and let me take a look."
Li Xiuyuan did not open the curtain, but swept his consciousness forward. Looking at a man in black on a horse not far ahead, he couldn't help but sigh quietly.
He did not expect that if a person is unlucky, his teeth will become clogged if he drinks cold water.
He stepped off the carriage and paid the fare, waving his hand and saying: "You can go back to the city, I will go and meet them."
The driver was startled, looked at him and shook his head: "Young master, these are bandits who kill without blinking an eye. You can't beat them."
After sighing, Li Xiuyuan replied: "They are not bandits, you can leave."
Seeing Li Xiuyuan's insistence, the coachman couldn't say anything at the moment, so he had no choice but to throw off his whip and drive the carriage away quickly.
Looking at the group of people riding towards him slowly, the anger in Li Xiuyuan's heart burned quietly like a bright sun in the sky.
He said coldly: "I spared your life in the imperial city, but I didn't expect you to linger and come to my door again."
Why did he dare to conclude that these guys were not bandits?
Because he saw the young monk who came to trouble Qin Xiangyu that day, killed his companions, and left alone, a guy named Yang Jue.
To this day, the boy in front of him is still Jue's nightmare.
Holding the kettle in his arms, he took a hard swallow, and after making up his mind, Yang Jue said, "You killed our elders, and you also killed my brother."
The meaning couldn't be more straightforward, I want revenge.
Li Xiuyuan sighed, looking at a skinny old man next to Yang Jue, talking to a monk dressed as a fat Toutuo, and a dozen men in black beside them.
"So, are you here to ask for my life?"
As soon as he said this, he no longer hesitated. As long as these guys took action, at worst, he would find some travel expenses for Monk Sanzang to learn Buddhist scriptures.
Fat Toutuo looked at Li Xiuyuan and laughed loudly: "Six of us have died, it's not easy to meet you... This can't be justified, right?"
Li Xiuyuan nodded and laughed: "I said you are a monk in that temple, why would you work for the Turkic king?"
Fat Toutuo smiled and said: "Monks are also human beings. There are so many monasteries in the desert. Why do you need to ask me where I come from?"
After saying that, he jumped off the horse, obviously coming to take action himself to avenge his companions who died in the Imperial City of Tang Dynasty.
Li Xiuyuan nodded, looked at Fat Toutuo, who was already distracted by his later cultivation, and said, "Cultivation is not easy. Since you have already been born, why should you work for the king of the world again?"
The opponent was already in the late stage of distraction, and with Li Xiuyuan's intuition, he realized that Fat Tou Tuo, who was coming step by step, was more terrifying than the middle-aged man who came to the imperial city that day.
However, he had no way out in front of him.
This is a desert, a jungle where the weak can eat the strong, and there is no reason at all.
At this time, Fat Toutuo came step by step.
He laughed loudly and said, "You can practice cultivation regardless of whether you are in this world or not. Let me save you first!"
Fat Toutuo's words were like a Buddhist verse ringing in the sky. Li Xiuyuan even had the illusion that this guy was the incarnation of Ksitigarbha and was coming to torture him again.
So he no longer hesitated and quietly took out the long sword. There were too many people in front of him, and he had no flying flowers and fallen leaves to borrow.
He is not a saint, so he cannot let these long stretches of yellow sand turn into his thousands of swords.
Fat Toutuo held a wide sword and slashed at Li Xiuyuan with great violence like a huge boulder falling from the sky.
Not far behind, Yang Jue and the skinny old man stared coldly ahead. Perhaps in their eyes, Fat Toutuo's intervention was enough.
Looking up at the sky, Li Xiuyuan looked at the boulder-like Jiedao, thinking about how to deal with it.
However, before he could see Jiedao clearly, he saw black clouds rolling in from behind a group of black-clothed men, so he remembered the story Xiaohu told.
He smiled.
The long sword in his hand stirred up a streak of yellow sand and flew towards Fat Toutuo, and then he took advantage of this sword movement.
The whole person swung backwards like a bird, until it was swaying five feet away.
Then Fat Toutuo's sword fell, causing flying sand to rain all over the sky, like a rolling dragon whirlwind, slashing straight at Li Xiuyuan.
Li Xiuyuan, who was in the yellow sand, said three words softly, but he didn't know if Fat Toutuo heard it.
The long sword struck the yellow sand at his feet again and continued to fly back.
At this moment, he remembered the scene when Xiao Hei killed the chasing bandits in the dark night after saving Asuna.
I thought to myself: I only need to look at you and you will be dead.
The bandits that night were already dying before they even made a move.
Just like the current situation, it is also a long stretch of yellow sand, swords facing each other, and both sides have no way out.
He didn't know if Fat Toutuo heard it clearly. After slashing with his sword, he turned around and ran away. His consciousness had already locked onto the direction less than a hundred feet behind him...
How could Fat Toutuo kill him with his boulder-like sword?
What he was afraid of was the black cloud rolling in behind everyone. With his current body, he was simply unable to fight against the sky, so he could only run as fast as he could!
Fat Toutuo became anxious and roared: "Where are you going, kid? Give my brother his life!"
Even so, the Jiedao in his hand did not stop, and he slashed out another knife, sandwiching the rolling yellow sand, and carrying a terrifying tornado and struck behind Li Xiuyuan.
Little did they know, Li Xiuyuan used the whirlwind that Fat Touduo chopped off, like a fallen leaf, to fly faster.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the long yellow sand.
Just when Fat Toutuo was about to catch up, a rolling storm suddenly came, the sky turned black in an instant, and the sun was covered by heavy black clouds.
In the dark night like an abyss, whistling wind and sand suddenly appeared behind Yang Jue and others, and then everyone fell into the sudden wind.
"Ah... come on, hell!"
"What's going on? Where did this storm come from..."
The group of black-clothed monks who belatedly realized what happened, only had time to let out a reluctant roar before being swallowed up by the rolling storm.
The sky full of wind and sand instantly connected the sky and the earth, swallowing up everything, without giving any living beings or monks a chance to escape.
This is the most terrifying scene in the desert. The power of heaven and earth is rolling in, and no one can stop it!
Even if you are a strong person in the distraction realm, if you don't have special life-saving means, once you are caught in this rolling storm, you are likely to be swallowed by the wind and sand.
Buried under the ground by mountains of yellow sand, if you can't escape, you can only be buried here.
This is what the monks in the desert are most afraid of. There is still a glimmer of hope when fighting against others, but there is no way to fight against anyone.
At the moment the storm hit, Li Xiuyuan dove into the wind and sand and hid in a pile of rocks behind a boxwood bush.
It was just like the terrain where Xiaohu and Shuzi met Ashina at night, but it was just a different place and a different time and space.
It was just replaced by Li Xiuyuan.
At this moment, he could no longer hear the shouts of Fat Toutuo and the others. In his ears, there was only the sound of wind whining like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, and the fear of the whining yellow sand hitting his body.
Fortunately, he had already covered himself with a veil and took another piece of clothing to completely cover himself.
He lay down among the rocks, inserted the long iron deeply into the cracks in the rocks, and held the iron sword tightly with both hands.
At this moment, he truly experienced the situation when Xiaohu and the three encountered the storm. If it hadn't been for Xiaohu, Shuzi, who was returning to the desert for the first time, would have been hard-pressed to escape.
And the same goes for him. If Xiaohu hadn't told him this story back then, he might not have known that the billowing black clouds were the prelude to the coming storm.
The young monk in the grotto was writing on the stone table outside the house just a moment ago.
Seeing the billowing storm suddenly approaching, Huiming quickly called him and the old monk into the house, and closed the doors and windows tightly.
The little monk listened to the whistling wind and couldn't help but ask: "Big monk, what is happening outside?"
Huiming sighed and said: "This is the most terrifying black storm in the desert. Anyone who is swept away by it will hardly survive."
Even the monk Huiming, who had seen life and death, still seemed weak and helpless in the face of such a storm.
Even the old monk who saw the hope of ascension, faced such a terrifying storm, was just like Huiming, thinking that he was still safe in this grotto.
The young monk thought for a while and asked, "I don't know how my elder brother is doing in Dunhuang City. Will he encounter such a terrifying storm?"
Huiming sighed and replied: "He will be fine in the city. After all, it is a safe place."
The old monk couldn't help but ask: "How long will this storm last?"
In his opinion, if it blows all night long, how many times will the wind and sand in the desert be turned over and all the roads that came before will be submerged?
"I'm not too sure either."
Huiming shook his head: "Sometimes it takes less than an hour, sometimes it lasts for a day and a night..."
After living in the desert for a long time, no one knows how long a storm will last.
Perhaps, he just left in a hurry in less than a quarter of an hour.
Li Xiuyuan, who was lying on the pile of rocks, felt happy for his decision and thought about these guys who came to trouble him. How many of them will be left after the storm?
Under such wind and sand, even his breathing was a little difficult, let alone those guys behind the skinny old man.
The most abominable one was the young monk.
In Li Xiuyuan's opinion, the storm in front of him was caused by the young monk.
You must know that when he was in the Imperial City, that guy swore to heaven that he would never cause trouble for him again.
Unexpectedly, he came to the desert and was accidentally encountered by this guy in Dunhuang City, so he followed him with a group of people.
At this time, Fat Toutuo no longer knew where he was, and his cultivation in the late stage of the divine realm allowed him to use it continuously.
The energy in his body dropped sharply, and he felt that his physical strength was running low as he was buried in the yellow sand.
Even so, he didn't dare to move.
He is also a person who roams in the desert. He is already familiar with the storm in front of him. The more he struggles when encountering the yellow sand in the sky, the faster he will die.
He even hated his companions a little. He wanted to die and came to seek revenge in such weather.
This is simply to seek death in the storm!
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