At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The old man was buried in the tomb.

Khotan Kingdom - Dafenyin Temple.

This is a pure place for Buddhism, and also a Buddhist country, because there is a temple every hundred steps in the country.

But compared with the Buddhist sects in the Central Plains, there are very few pilgrims coming and going here. Most of those walking on the road are ascetics who are dressed in simple clothes and are as thin as firewood.

Western Buddhism emphasizes taking suffering as happiness. Its doctrine is that you cannot eat enough food, wear warm clothes, and gain merit through asceticism.

Compared with the magnificent halls and Buddha statues of monks in the Central Plains, most of the Buddhas in the Western Regions are dilapidated and mottled.

Although the Great Fenyin Temple is the largest Buddhist temple in Khotan, it is not as good as the three famous temples in the Central Plains.

However, in front of such a dilapidated temple, a luxurious sedan chair appeared, a golden tripod sedan chair embroidered with a golden bird.

Outside the sedan chair, there were four burly men and two children.

One of the children walked to the curtain of the sedan chair and said respectfully: "Master, we are here."

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Falling leaves and yellow sand, the four people walked under the scorching sun.

Finally, Xiao Se was exhausted and found a big rock on the side of the road and sat down.

He wiped the sweat from his head, shielded his eyes from the blazing sun with his hands, and complained: "Monk, if you don't know the way, just tell me earlier. We'll find a guide in advance. If you need money, I can lend it to you. You can pay me back double. If it's not enough, I'll be a little aggrieved. You can use the secret book as collateral. Anyway, I can't walk anymore."

"Yeah! I thought Xiao Se and I were the only ones who were directionally challenged, but I didn't expect you didn't know the way either." Lei Wujie was so tired that he leaned on Xiao Se.

"Brother, if you're tired, I can carry you." Compared to the two of them who were sweating profusely and panting like dogs.

Xiao Ruolin looked relaxed, without any sweat odor on his body, but with a faint fragrance.

"Go away!" Xiao Se waved his hand and raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm a grown man and you let a kid carry me. If you tell others, people will laugh at me."

"Brother Ruolin, why don't you sweat at all? What kind of martial arts is this?" Lei Wujie asked curiously.

Under the scorching sun, he and Xiao Se were sweating a lot, and they smelled of sweat.

But when Xiao Ruolin walked beside him, he could actually smell a body fragrance that only women have.

Xiao Ruolin shook his head and explained, "This is a skill, not a martial art."

Then he demonstrated it, using the true qi to extract the water from the ground, and countless tiny drops of water floated in the air.

Because of the effect of the true qi purification, these water drops are extremely clean and can even be drunk. When Xiao Ruolin's palm sank, the water drops moisturized the surface of the body.

This operation made Lei Wujie dumbfounded!

Good guy! Can the true qi be used in this place?

No! Can the true qi be used like this?

Lei Wujie tried it, let alone the water drops, he couldn't see any shadow, even his face flushed, but there was still no movement.

He immediately lost his temper, leaned lazily against Xiao Se, and said exhaustedly: "No, only you can do it."

"No!" Xiao Ruolin pointed at Wuxin: "Didn't monk Wuxin do it too?"

Lei Wujie looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that Wuxin was the same as Xiao Ruolin. Not to mention sweat, the bald head was still blinding him.

Wuxin smiled at the two of them, with an indescribable ease on his face.

Looking at the two who were exhausted, Wuxin smiled, and then said: "Don't worry, let me go ask for directions first."

After that, he really ran to ask for directions from the ascetic monk on the side of the road.

In the face of Wuxin's inquiry, the ascetic monk waved his hand, and then ignored him, kneeling and bowing and continued to move forward.

Wu Xin returned in defeat, and said somewhat frustratedly: "He is a bit arrogant, let me ask others."

"There are thirty-two Buddhist countries in the Western Regions, and there are more than a dozen languages ​​alone. How many of your Central Plains dialects can you understand?" Xiao Se shook his head.

Just when the three were at a loss, they saw Xiao Ruolin walked to an ascetic monk, bowed with both hands, and then gestured.

The ascetic monk opened his turbid eyes and looked at him, with surprise flashing in his eyes.

Then he said a lot of things in his mouth, pointed to a direction for Xiao Ruolin, and finally left with a frown and a few quacks.

Xiao Ruolin bowed his head slightly to him, walked back, and said to the three people: "I found out, come with me, it's not far away."

"What language did Ruolin speak just now?" Wu Xin stepped forward and asked, holding his hand.

"That's not a language, it's sign language." Xiao Ruolin explained.

The first time he met in Xueyue City

When Liu and Lin met, they did not speak the same language. After returning to the Soul Binding Pavilion, Lin Mengyao taught him sign language.

Although Liu was not proficient enough, he could communicate normally with poor sign language, just like some people who do not know English can form a paragraph with poor Chinese English.

So, the bitter monk just said so much.

Because he spent a long time trying to barely understand Xiao Ruolin's poor language and random gestures.

Therefore, he made a lot of noises before leaving, and that was not noise, but cursing.

Xiao Ruolin did not understand it, but just thought it was a custom here.

"Sign language?" Wuxin's eyes lit up, because he had heard of this familiar word.

When he was a child, Xiao Ruolin showed sign language in front of Lin Mengyao in order to talk to her.

Later, Lin Mengyao wrote a book about sign language and spread it to the world, so that those who could not speak and hear could embrace the world again.

Xiao Ruolin didn't know that he had become the faith of countless people, because when Lin Mengyao wrote this sign language book, the author's name was Beili Thirteenth Prince.

Many Beili people and Jianghu knights regarded the Thirteenth Prince, whom they had never met, as their benefactors.

Because of the Thirteenth Prince, they embraced the world again and let the world listen to their voices.

Then, the three followed Xiao Ruolin's pace and walked towards the destination.

Not long after, several people stopped in front of a temple and looked at the four big characters on the plaque.

Lei Wujie laughed and said, "Ah! We are finally here!"

"Why don't you go in when you are here? What are you yelling about?" Xiao Se cursed lightly, and then walked in.

Wuxin looked at the plaque with a dazed look in his eyes, then he shook his head and followed him in.

As soon as the four people stepped into the temple, they saw a luxurious sedan chair.

In front of the luxurious sedan, two monks and two children were fighting.

Looking at the divine bird on the top of the sedan, Xiao Se and Xiao Ruolin were both stunned, because the golden divine bird...

represented the Xiao royal family!