Chapter 1111 Millennium Ancient Temple

Chapter 1111 Millennium Ancient Temple (Part I) Ask for Recommendation Ticket

After a night's rest, the next morning, everyone rode on a camel and continued to march north. According to Mengzi, the ancient temple should not be very far from here.

Leaving this small oasis, the eye is full of yellow sand, but it may be because it is close to the North Gobi. From time to time, you can see some small stones on the ground, which is estimated to have been swept from the Gobi Desert by the strong wind.

may be the reason why it is located in the wind outlet. It is very difficult for everyone to ride on the camel, and the clothes on their clothes are only one color rendered by the yellow sand.

If you take a picture, even if they are a caravan on the Silk Road more than a thousand years ago, I'm afraid others can't tell it. Of course, it was necessary to have a camera in that era.

"The wind is much better here, Zhuang Rui, if we can't find the temple ruins at night, let's go back..."

As soon as Dr. Ren finished speaking, a gust of wind and sand came and rushed into his mouth. Suddenly, Dr. Ren suffered unspeakably. He picked up the water bag and quickly drank a mouthful of water and spit it out.

"All right, brother, if you can't find it today, go back..."

Although he is a little unwilling, Zhuang Rui also knows that he has been in the desert for almost a week. Except for him and Professor Man and two tour guides, the rest of the people are basically exhausted. If he stays, it is hard to guarantee that nothing will happen.

Especially Xiao Jia, who has been alive, somehow caught a cold last night and had a low fever in the morning. Fortunately, they took medicine with them, otherwise they really didn't know what to do. Compared with the safety of the archaeological team members, the site is not so important.

Zhuang Rui is not sure whether he can find the ruins of the ancient temple today. Anyway, the result of his survey with Reiki is that there are no man-made monuments more than ten kilometers away.

At their speed in the desert, they can only walk dozens of kilometers a day at most, and it is very likely to return in no success.

Dr. Ren knew that Zhuang Rui had great expectations for desert archaeology. After seeing his helplessness, he said, "Zhuang Rui, it doesn't matter if I can't find it this time. When I go back, I will apply for a fund from the school to set up an archaeological team dedicated to the ancient temple site. We can come /P>

"It's okay, Brother Ren, if there is a chance in the future..."

Zhuang Rui waved his hand. It's not a matter of money. Even if the research institute set up a special archaeological team, there was not much money. At most, it was more complete in staffing.

After a few chats, Zhuang Rui and Dr. Ren both closed their mouths. The sandstorm in the desert was so big that they had to drink the wind with one mouth, and then gave them a mouthful of gravel.

At noon, the group of people formed a round arch with camels, simply ate something, and continued to walk north. It is definitely impossible to return today. They hope to find a shelter to rest a bowl.

......

At more than three o'clock in the afternoon, the wind and sand became smaller. In order to save some energy for the camel, in addition to the sick Xiao Jia sitting on the camel, the rest of the people got off the camel and walked forward.

"Brother Zhuang, it's all my fault. If you don't get sick early, you won't get sick later. Now you will get sick..."

Xiao Jia, who was sitting on a camel, knew that he had dragged the archaeological team behind him, and he was in a bad mood. Now he was making a fus to keep walking.

"Who can not get sick? Don't fool around. There is no doctor in the desert. If something happens, how can I explain it to your family and school?"

Zhuang Rui stopped Xiao Jia. He is the leader of this archaeological team. If there is a problem with the team members, Zhuang Rui will bear the responsibility. No matter how important the archaeology is, no one's safety is important.

"I'm not even as good as Xiaolei, she doesn't..."

Xiao Jia was very dissatisfied with himself. Before he was halfway through the words, his voice suddenly stopped and he stared at the front.

"What's the matter? Are you not feeling well again?" Zhuang Rui stopped when he saw Xiao Jia and quickly asked with concern.

"No...no, Zhuang...Brother Zhuang, front...a big forest in front..."

Xiao Jia rode on the camel and looked far away. Then he said, "This forest is so strange that there are no leaves at all..."

"There are no leaves?"

Zhuang Rui looked forward doubtfully along Xiao Jia's eyes. As he could see, he really saw a withered yellow forest. As Xiao Jia said, the branches and trees were bare.

"Hu Yanglin? That's the dead Hu Yanglin..."

Zhuang Rui immediately reacted and said loudly, "Everyone get on the camels, and you can camp in front of you..."

After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, everyone raised their heads one after another and found Hu Yanglin in front of them, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Walking in the desert, people are often silent. In this endless desert, even a tree in the distance, not to mention Hu Yanglin, one of the top ten wonderful attractions in China?

More than ten minutes later, the trotting camel finally came to the edge of the poplar forest. Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. There were dead poplar trees everywhere, some lying on the ground, and some still standing upright, all kinds of strange shapes impacting everyone's vision.

A large area of dead poplar forest, ** standing naked in the desert, the dry branches struggled to reach the sky, as if praying for something in despair. There are some red, yellow, brown and green desert vegetation under the tree, like the thick and intense colors in the oil painting, extending to the sky.

"I didn't expect to see such a large piece of poplar forest in addition to the desert sites such as Jingjue, Loulan, Heicheng, Juyan and Tongwan..."

Although it is not the first time to see the dead Hu Yanglin, Professor Man is still attracted by the tragic landscape in front of him. In this living Hu Yanglin, there is a sad and desolate taste from the years!

"These trees have not died for more than a few decades. It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Professor Man got off the camel and rubbed the dead poplars with his hands. Unlike the tall shelter forests in other places, these poplar trees in the desert are relatively short, but their role is no less than those poplar trees more than ten meters high.

Everyone was immersed in this spectacular scene, and Zhuang Rui released the aura in his eyes to feel the breath of life in death, but to his disappointment was that there was no trace of aura in the rows of dead poplar trees.

"Huh? Is this... the site of the ancient temple?

When the aura in Zhuang Rui's eyes extended forward for more than 100 meters, he was suddenly stunned, because Zhuang Rui found that behind this poplar forest, there was a large building. Just touching some stone ladders and wooden doors, Zhuang Rui felt the strong aura.

Compared with the legendary ancient temple ruins, Hu Yanglin, who makes people shudder in front of him, is obviously more attractive to Zhuang Rui. After coughing and pulling everyone's thoughts back, he said, "Professor Man, there is such a large area of Hu Yanglin here. Will the ancient temple in those years be built nearby? ?"

Before Professor Man could answer, Mengzi interrupted and said, "Brother Zhuang, it must be nearby. The old people in the town said that there were trees here in those years, and the temple was full of incense. It must be here..."

Buddhism was introduced to China from the Western Regions. On the ancient Silk Road, there were continuous temples, but most of them disappeared into war and deserts.

"What are you waiting for? Go in and have a look..."

The main purpose of Zhuang Rui and his party was to find the ruins in the desert. After hearing Mengzi's words, even the sick Xiao Jia shouted.

Zhongchuan, who was silent all the way, also lowered his eyelids after hearing Yan Xiaowei's translation, so that everyone could not see the sparity in his eyes.

In this dead poplar forest, some trees are still crooked to the ground, and the camels are not easy to get in. After thinking for a moment, Zhuang Rui said, "Okay, there should be no danger here. Everyone go in and tie the camel to these poplar trees..."

"Xiaozhuang, you go, I want to observe the death of Hu Yanglin here..."

Professor Man grabbed Zhuang Rui. He himself is an expert in desert management. He is extremely concerned about these phenomena related to desertification. As for ancient temples and other things, he doesn't pay much attention to it.

"Mr. Man, then be careful. We'll go first..."

Zhuang Rui can't care about Professor Man at this moment. In addition, in the depths of the desert here, as long as he doesn't have something like the Scorpion King in Western mythology, there is no danger.

After tucking the camel, everyone carried some water and food. Zhuang Rui took the engineer's spade, and the group entered the poplar forest.

"Oh, my God, this... Is this the little temple you are talking about?"

After walking out of Hu Yanglin, Zhuang Rui and his party were shocked by an ancient building that suddenly appeared in front of them. The shock was no less than the discovery of Hu Yanglin just now.

In the middle of the two rows of dead poplar trees, it is covered with large bluestones several meters long, forming a step that extends up to seven or eight meters high. Although it is eroded by the wind and sand, the smooth stone surface can still be seen.

At the end of the steps more than 20 meters long, there is a temple gate that has collapsed in half. The columns carved with fine patterns on both sides of the gate have fallen to the ground, and the door plaque above is blurred and unrecognizable.

Although the temple gate is dilapidated, through the gate, you can still see the staggered and majestic palace pavilion. After thousands of years of years of wind and sand, the ancient temple still looks magnificent.

"Brother Mengzi, this "small" temple is not often seen in Shaanxi, Henan, right?"

Although it has not yet entered the temple, it can be seen from the outside that the temple was in its heyday. Perhaps it was only possible to build such a large-scale temple in the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

It can be imagined that when the Silk Road flourished thousands of years ago, there was an endless stream of literati, Buddhist disciples, and merchants from all over the world who came to worship the Buddha and visit the temple.

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