Only then did I realize that rather than saying that these mummies were guarding the Devil's City, it was better to say that the direction their backs were facing was the Yumen Pass.
It is my vast territory!
Professor Xiang Wanli also said with a complicated expression: "During the Tang Dynasty, a great poet named Wang Zhihuan came to the frontier fortress, which is where we go west now at Yumen Pass. He saw the desolation of the desert and thought of the soldiers who guarded the border during the Han Dynasty. , an eternal famous sentence blurted out: Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows, the spring breeze does not pass through the Yumen Pass. "
"However, what I never expected was that after decades of teaching, I would misunderstand the original intention of this great poet. It turns out that the spring breeze in the poem is not that spring breeze, but actually refers to this kind of insect..."
"And it is my thousands of mighty soldiers who prevent the spring breeze from crossing Yumen Pass!"
When the spring breeze invades, they will light the beacon fire and defend Guancheng regardless of death.
Even if the body is dead and the soul is destroyed, even if the bones are buried in a foreign land and turned into a pile of mummified corpses.
They will still guard tens of millions of people, day after day, spring after spring, year after year!
As I listened, my eyes became moist, and I felt infinite emotion in my heart.
When the swarm of green insects named 'Spring Breeze' dispersed, these mummies also lost their purpose, standing straight on the spot like wood sculptures, without any movement.
We bravely jumped off the mound.
Because there were many bugs that were scared to death on the ground, Professor Xiang Wanli walked over to pick one up with tweezers, and took out a magnifying glass to observe carefully.
After a while, he told us: "Spring Breeze seems to be a kind of green beetle that has been extinct for thousands of years. Its history is as distant as the scarab beetle in ancient Egypt. The pharaohs of ancient Egypt used the principle of scarab beetles to reproduce continuously. Come and protect the pyramid for yourself.”
"I suspect that the spring breeze was inadvertently brought to the Western Regions by merchants traveling to and from Central Asia after the Silk Road was opened. Its home may be in distant ancient Egypt, or it may be even more distant ancient Rome..."
Hearing Xiang Wanli's words, we looked at each other in shock. We really couldn't believe that such a terrible thing actually existed in the world!
Xiang Wanli took a breath and continued: "In short, history has not concluded where this thing came from. The only thing worth mentioning is that after arriving in the Western Region, this thing probably turned into a Horrible species invasion! The unique climate of the desert caused them to mutate, and gradually turned into the 'Spring Breeze' we see now."
"Everywhere they pass will be barren of grass, and all the animals will die. They will suck the moisture out of all animals and plants, just like the camel that just died."
I suddenly thought of the group of mummies in Devil City. They had been drained of all the moisture in their bodies, leaving only an empty skin on the outside. Could it be that they also died in the hands of the spring breeze?
But by chance, they turned into desert mummies that science cannot explain. The spring breeze absorbs water and blood, but the mummies no longer have any water to absorb, so they have lost their only weakness of being afraid of the spring breeze. They only know how to attack and move forward.
They died in the spring breeze, but became its natural enemies.
Could this be what we often say: there is no exception to the cycle of cause and effect?
Lao Jiang said faintly: "Perhaps some master made them into immortal corpses and buried them here to fulfill their unfulfilled long-cherished wishes? Or maybe they still had a deep longing for their hometown when they died. I still want to defend Yumen Pass even if I fight to the death."
"That obsession made them what they are now, immortal and immortal!"
Hearing these words, we couldn't help but feel a lot of sadness. Those ugly and terrifying mummies didn't seem that ugly.
Whose husbands and handsome sons were they when they were alive?
Yin Ling'er sniffed: "Then they will have to stay in the Devil's City forever? It's too pitiful."
There is no end to the spring breeze. After all, they have to resist the spring breeze on February 18th every year.
I just wanted to comfort Yin Ling'er, but before the words came out of my throat, I swallowed them back. I pointed my right hand forward and said tremblingly: "You... look!"
I saw hundreds of mummies outside the city all "clicking" and "clicking" their heads turned 180 degrees, all staring at us with malicious eyes.
Their heads are facing us, but their bodies are still receding toward the spring breeze!
"Oh my God, they are not coming!" Yin Ling'er opened her mouth wide and her face turned pale.
Everything was as she expected. The group of mummies maintained a strange posture with their heads in front and bodies behind, twisting towards us, like fallen poplar trees, moving forward step by step in the wind and sand.
Lao Jiang slapped his thigh: "Damn it, they may also regard us as intruders..."
"What should I do?" Everyone looked at Lao Jiang.
I gritted my teeth and said decisively: "Let's get on the mound first!"
Everyone started running back, determined to find the largest mound as a safe haven.
However, at this moment, the military advisor in the team who had never said a word from the beginning to the end suddenly pulled out his black jade flute and stood floating on a three-meter-high rock wall.
The wind fluttered his white gown, and the expression on Yi Jian Mei's face was indifferent, showing no fear of the mummy: "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. Perhaps thousands of years ago, Wang Zhihuan told us how to appease the mummy. Method..."
Then he played an endlessly sad tune. This tune was like the "Liangzhou Diao" from the Han Dynasty, or the famous song "Breaking Willows" from the northern Saibei.
His voice was whining, like resentment, admiration, and weeping.
The lingering sound lingers like a wisp.
In the sound of the flute, I seemed to see such a picture: on the cold city wall, soldiers wearing cold iron clothes were writing letters home on wooden slips with their hands that were red from the cold.
The night is cold, but the gentle smiles on their faces cannot be blown away!
On the other side of Guanhe River, there is a white-haired mother, a newlywed wife, sitting on the threshold every day, waiting for the return of her son or husband.
But day after day, month after month, after spring comes summer, after summer comes autumn, and after autumn comes winter again.
But I, a handsome man, stayed in Dunhuang forever.
To resist the invaders, they never come back...
Only the faint Qiang flute outside Yumen Pass was left, telling the business travelers: "There was once such a group of brave people who protected China and the Silk Road."
Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.
In the sound of the flute, we saw that the malice in the eyes of the skeletons and mummies disappeared, and drops of red liquid that could not be called tears fell from their empty eye sockets.
Then they froze in their steps, returned to their original positions neatly, and sank into the vast wind and sand again.
I wonder how many more years they will have to wait in this long wind and sand?
I only know that next February 18th, they will wake up again!
Year after year, we will protect you forever!
This reminds me of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s famous words of self-sacrifice: Unless hell is empty, I will never become a Buddha.
And this group of ordinary people is not like this. The spring breeze will not die, and the military soul will never be extinguished!
When the spring breeze disappears, will they be able to escape from the world, return to the dust, reincarnate as human beings, and experience family, friendship and love.
Because our physical strength had been exhausted to the limit, our legs and feet were all sore and weak. We almost slept on the mound for most of the day before we regained our strength a little.
When the scorching sun was high, we led the camels and left the Devil City forever.
But at the end, I couldn’t bear to look at it!
Everyone was very sentimental, didn't say much, and walked forward in silence.
At this time, Mr. Diao suddenly called me.
Because Yueyue's camel was eaten, but it was impossible for her to follow us on foot, Diaoye asked me to ride a camel with her, which was convenient for protecting Yueyue.
I rejected this bad idea without thinking!
Not to mention that I don’t have any good impression of Yueyue at all, just talking about Yin Ling’er will make me witness what is called a bug that blocks the sky and the sun.
Diao Ye raised the corner of his mouth and twisted the thumb of his right hand, as if to remind me to be soft on others. Don't forget that I took several treasures back then, and I was sure that Shangguan Lanyue's safety was with me.
I deliberately pretended to be stupid and said to Diao Ye: "How about you sit with her? Father and daughter are of the same mind, and they are more powerful than gold."
Mr. Diao couldn't help but point at my nose and cursed angrily: "You...you...you."
Dawu and Xiaowu offered to ride a camel with Yueyue, but Yueyue refused.
Her eyes turned to Yin Ling'er, who asked innocently: "Do you want to keep oozing with me?"
You must know that the big bamboo basket that Yin Ling'er is carrying is too unsafe. It is already difficult for her to carry alone. If one more person is added, the camel will probably collapse halfway from exhaustion.
In the end, there was no other way, so Yueyue could only ride a camel with He Lanxue.
When I returned to the beacon tower, I suddenly asked to wait. With Lao Jiang's consent, I simply buried the explorer named George and put up a sign.
‘To commemorate you who pursue the spring breeze. ’
In any case, he is a whistleblower, reminding us that we have avoided a catastrophe in the desert.
This respect is what I, Li Jinglan, should give him!
