I came to a spring surrounded by willows at the southern end of Liusha (Taklamakan Desert, Xinjiang, China), and used the spring water to stir the fried noodles I carried with me to prepare lunch for the day. At this time, an old pilgrim also came here to take a lunch break.We nodded silently to each other and continued to prepare our respective lunches.Since I was traveling alone for half a day, I still hesitated to say goodbye to the spring and the old pilgrim after lunch. I stared absently at the old man's Adam's apple rolling up and down. I wanted to talk to the old man, but the other party was too quiet, which made me feel a bit self-defeating.

I suddenly found a small temple behind the spring.The temple is so small that it can almost be a specimen taken away by a geographer or explorer.The small temple is brand new, and the red and yellow paint is still very bright, which looks a little strange. Although the front of the small temple is shabby, there is still a flag pole erected. Seeing that the old man had finished his meal, I went forward. "I want to ask you, which god is worshiped in that temple?" The old man seemed to be about to tell me something, so he nodded silently two or three times, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said in a low voice, "...it belongs to the boy."

"Who is the boy?" "It's called Yan Boy." The old man put away the bowls and chopsticks, squatted down to hold the spring water, rinsed his mouth and said, "It's called Yan Boy. Ah, this is just like a story that happened just now. This is where Yan Boy descended from the sky. There are many offering halls like this in the area across from Quicksand recently." "It's Tiantong who descended to earth! Was he exiled from heaven because he committed a crime?" "This. I don't know too well. The people in the neighborhood say so, maybe."

"What's the matter? Can you tell me, if you're not in a hurry." "Oh, I'm in no hurry. I can only tell you the story I know." According to legend, there lived a man named Shriyegui in Shache (the place name in the west of the Taklamakan Desert).He used to be an aristocrat of a famous family, but he lived in obscurity with his wife, who spun and weaved cloth, while he insisted on writing Buddhist scriptures.One morning, Master Surya was walking in the field with his gun-wielding cousin.The ground is beautiful bluestone slabs, the sky is gray, and a blizzard is approaching.

Master Shliya said to his cousin: "Stop killing and masturbating, you should quickly correct your evil ways!" The cousin replied coldly: "I can't change it!" "You are really a cruel and ruthless guy! Do you know what you are hurting and killing? No matter what it is, life is worth cherishing." Master Shria taught his cousin. "Maybe it's like that, but maybe it's not like that. If that's the case. It's more interesting. Come on, don't talk about those useless things. It's all old calendars. You see, the wild geese are flying there. I I'll shoot it down for you to see." As he said that, his cousin ran away with a gun in his hand.

Master Shriya stared closely at the flock of wild geese. At this moment, a sharp black bullet rose from the opposite side, hitting the heart of the first wild goose.The wild goose shook two or three times, burst into flames, uttered a heart-rending scream, and fell headfirst. The bullet rose again, penetrating the chest of the second goose.However, none of the geese tried to escape.Instead, they wailed and flew towards the ground following the falling geese. The third bullet hit six wild geese, leaving only the last young goose at the end of the flock uninjured. The six wild geese were burning, screaming and shaking their bodies and sinking, and the young geese followed behind crying.Even so, the orderly team of wild geese was not chaotic.

Watching and watching, Master Shliya found in astonishment that at some point, the wild goose in his eyes changed into the shape of a trapeze. The six flying men were entangled in bright red flames, wailing and screaming uncontrollably, shaking their hands and feet and falling downwards.In the end, the only one who was not injured was a very cute wild goose boy.Master Surya felt as if he had seen this child somewhere.The first person fell to the ground very quickly. This was an old man with white beard. The old man fell to the ground and his body was still burning.The skeleton stands on the ground, with its hands joined together, as if it is visiting Lord Shriya.

The old man called out sadly: "Master Surya, Lord Surya! I beg you. Please take my little grandson away!" Master Surya stepped forward to help the old man up. "Okay, okay. I will take him in. But you have to tell me, what happened to you?" At this time, the wild geese fell to the ground one by one, and the flames were still burning on them. Among them are adults and girls who wear beautiful wreaths.The girl has become a raging fire group, but her hand is stretched out to the wild goose boy at the end of the team.Yan Tongzi was at a loss, circling and crying.The old wild goose said: "We are a family in the sky. Because of our sins, we are ordered to become wild geese now. We have accepted the punishment and are about to die. It's just that my little grandson can't go with us yet. Because of your fate, I will Please adopt him as your son. Please."

The old man Shuliya hurriedly said: "Okay, I understand everything. I will definitely raise him, don't worry." Before the words fell, the old man fell to the ground and turned into ashes. It was like a nightmare for Master Surya and his cousin who was standing there with a gun.Afterwards, according to Master Shliya’s cousin, at that time, the residual heat of the gun barrel was still hot, and the bullets were much less. The grassland where those people knelt down was really messy.The boy was standing there without a doubt. Master Surya finally woke up like a dream, and said to the boy: "From today on, you are my child. Don't cry, child. Your former mother and brothers have ascended to a beautiful country. Come, follow me!" I'll go."

At this time.The geese landed on the ground one by one, and the flames were still burning on them. Master Shliya returned to his home with Boy Yan.Walk through the path covered with bluestone slabs.The child sobbed softly and followed behind Master Surya. Master Surya discussed with his wife what name he wanted to name the child.But after thinking about it for three or four days, I couldn't come up with a suitable one.Within a few days, this incident spread throughout Shache, and people called the child "Yan Boy".Helpless, Master Surya also called him that. Having said that, the old man let out a sigh of relief.I looked at a small piece of moss under my feet, and I could clearly see those figures who fell from the sky and were covered in fire.

The old man looked at me, and continued to tell: "The spring of Shache is coming to an end, and the white catkins are flying all over the field. The icebergs in the distance reflect an indescribable dazzling light, the fruit trees are dancing, and the larks are making clear and transparent sound waves in the air. The wild goose boy is already six years old this year. One evening in late spring and early summer, Master Shliya took the boy from the wild goose world and walked on the street. Under the rose-colored clouds, black bats seemed to be flying in front of his eyes. And pass. Children tied a rope to a long stick and chased each other, running around. "Goose Boy! Goose Boy!" The children dropped their sticks and formed a big circle hand in hand, surrounding Surya and his son. Master Surya greeted the children with a smile. The children shouted in unison. "Yan Boy, Little Yan Zi, Yan Boy. Floating from the sky to Surya's house. " One of the children joked, "Orphan geese, orphan geese. Spring is here. Are you still here?" Everyone laughed coquettishly.Suddenly a small stone flew and hit Yan Tongzi in the face.Master Surya hurriedly protected the boy, and said to everyone, "What do you want to do? Did this boy do something bad? It's okay to be joking, but why throw stones?" The children shouted and ran towards him, apologizing to the boy, and greeting him. .One of the children also took out a handful of dried figs from his pocket and handed it to the boy. The boy was smiling all the time, and Master Surya kindly forgave everyone.Then he left there with the boy. In the light agate-colored quiet Xi Ai, the master said to the boy: "You were so strong just now!" The boy put his arms around his father and said, "Father, my former grandfather had seven bullets." The pilgrim old man looked at my face. I also looked up at the old man's warm eyes without moving. The old man went on to say: Another night, the boy couldn't sleep for a long time, and he tossed and turned on the bed, looking very painful. "Mom, I can't sleep." Mrs. Surya heard the boy say this.He walked over and stroked his head gently.The boy's brain was already exhausted, like a white net, swinging back and forth.A crescent moon hangs in the net, and a green onion-like sprout grows underneath.There's also a weird quadrilateral soft thing that's getting bigger and bigger.It ended up being one horrible big box.The madam worriedly told the master that the boy's forehead was very hot. Master Surya clasped his hands in obeisance to the newly copied scriptures, then got up to wake the boy up, fastened the red belt on him, and led him to the street.Around the station, every household has closed their doors, and under the starlight, rows of houses are lined with black holes.At this time, the boy suddenly heard the sound of water flowing, he thought for a while and asked his father, "Dad, does the water flow at night?" Master Shuliya looked up at the big stars shining blue on the other side of the desert and said, "The river flows continuously at night. No matter it is day or night, as long as the river is not flat, it will always flow continuously." The boy's mind suddenly calmed down, and he wanted to return to his mother immediately. "Father, let's go home." The boy begged, tugging at the lapel of Master Surya.When the two of them entered the house, the mother came forward to meet her, before she could fasten the door.The boy had climbed onto his own bed, fell asleep without taking off his clothes. There is also such a legend: one day, Master Shriya and the boy sat at the table to eat, and there were two crucian carp boiled in honey on the table.Mrs. Surya placed one fish in front of Master Surya, and the other to the boy. "Mom, I don't want to eat!" said the boy. "It's delicious. Come, give me the chopsticks." Mrs. Surya took the boy's chopsticks, cut the fish into small pieces, and advised him, "Okay, let's eat this time. It's delicious!" When the mother was holding the fish, the boy stared closely at the side of the mother's face, suddenly felt extremely melancholy, and a burst of sadness suddenly struck.He "huo" got up and ran out of the house, facing the blue sky and white clouds, crying bitterly. "What's wrong with this child?" Mrs. Surya panicked. "What's the matter? Go and have a look." Master Surya also became uneasy. It is said that when Master Surya and his wife went out to watch, the boy had stopped crying and was smiling at them. Another time, Master Shriya took the boy through a horse market and saw a foal suckling.At this time, a horse dealer in black cloth and rough clothes came, pulled the pony, tied it with another pony, and led it away quietly.The mare neighed loudly in terror.But to no avail, the foal was taken away.When it came to a far corner, the little pony raised its hind hooves sharply to drive away the flies in its belly. The boy observed the mare's brown pupils from the side.Suddenly he hugged Master Shriya and began to cry.Master Surya did not reprimand the boy, but covered the boy's sight with his wide sleeves, and left the horse market quickly.Master Surya let the boy sit on the green grass by the bank, took out a large handful of fragrant fruits for the boy to eat, and asked softly, "Why were you crying just now?" "Of course I cried, Daddy, those people just took the pony away." "It's a horse, there's nothing you can do about it. The pony should grow up and live independently." "But the foal is still suckling!" "If you stay with the mare all the time, the pony will act like a baby at any time." "Father, they put a lot of load on the backs of the mares and foals, and force them to walk those rough, rough mountain roads. If there is nothing to eat, they will kill them. Eat their meat." Master Surya pretended nothing had happened.He thought it was not the time to talk about adult thoughts with boys. But he felt that the boy was a little worrying. When the boy was twelve years old, Master Suriya sent him to study in a Buddhist private school in Shouchao, a little far away from home.The mother spins and weaves day and night in order to send tuition and living expenses for the boy. Winter is coming.The Tianshan Mountains have been covered with snow, and the yellow leaves of the mulberry trees are falling.One day, the boy suddenly came to the four houses.The mother caught a glimpse of the boy from the window. But Master Surya pretended not to know, and continued to copy his scriptures. "Why are you back at this hour?" "I want to work with my mother all the time. I don't have the mind to study." The mother was worried that the father would get angry, so she quickly said: "The children don't have to worry about the adults' affairs. The boy should go back to school and study obediently. When he grows up, he must fight for his parents." "Mom, your hands are so chapped and rough after doing rough work; but mine are so white and tender." "Stop talking nonsense. When you get old, your hands will crack. Stop talking about this, you still Go back and study in peace j I just hope that you will grow up quickly. If your father finds out about this, it will be a shame. Good boy, be obedient. Go back quickly!" The boy walked out of the yard slowly and onto the road.But after walking a few steps, he turned around again.Mother went up to see him off and came to a swamp.Before going back, the mother said, "Good boy, let's go!" The boy still stood there for a long time, staring blankly in the direction of his home.Helpless, the mother turned around and pulled out the reed, made a whistle and handed it to Chongzi.The boy finally took a step forward, waving the reeds towards the cloudy sky.The boy's figure grew smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into the distance.There was the sound of a flock of birds flapping their wings in the sky. Master Shriya looked out of the window and saw a flock of wild geese flying through the air.He couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. In this way, winter is here.After the severe winter, the apricot and plum blossoms bloomed white one after another, and then the trees and grasslands also became beautiful. The small chalcedony cloud peaks surrounded the square sky. At this time, an ancient Shache mess was unearthed in the sand beside the town of Shache!One wall is still intact, and three boys are painted on the stone wall.One of the boys, in particular, was painted so vividly that he won everyone's unanimous appreciation.One day, the sky was clear.Master Shliya went to the city to visit the boy's master, thanked the old man repeatedly, and presented three pieces of coarse cloth woven by his wife, and then said that he wanted to take the boy to play for half a day. The father and son walked through the crowded streets. Master Surya said nonchalantly as he walked, "How about it, boy! The sky is clear today, and at your age, it is a good time to spread your wings and fly high." The boy replied in a heavy tone, "Father, I don't want to leave you. Not going either." Master Surya smiled: "Of course, in this long journey of life, one should not fly to the distant sky alone." "No, father, I don't want to go anywhere. No one will leave, right?" The father's question to the boy was somewhat inexplicable. "Am I saying that people can stay here forever? Is it okay for anyone not to leave alone?" "Well, it's better not to leave." Master Surya replied casually. The two walked through the square in the city and gradually came to the suburbs.The sandy land stretches as far as the eye can see, and there is a big pit dug by people, and many people stand at the bottom of the pit.The father and son also jumped down to watch curiously.There is an old mural inside.Although the color has faded, the images of the three Tiantongzi in the painting are still very clear.Looking at this mural, Master Surya couldn't help but be astonished.He suddenly felt as if some heavy object flew from the distant sky, and suddenly fell on top of his head.He pretended to be calm and said to the boy: "It's really good. It's so real, it's terribly real. This Tiantongzi looks like you in some way." Master Surya looked back at the boy, but saw the boy slowly fell down with a smile on his face.Surprised, Master Shliya hurried forward and hugged him.Lying in his father's arms, the boy murmured to himself, "Grandpa has come to pick me up." Master Surya shouted loudly: "What's the matter with you? Son! You don't want to go anywhere." The boy said vaguely: "Father, please forgive me! I am your son, and the me on this mural was painted by my former father." People gathered around and called out in unison: "Yan Boy, Yan Tongzi! boy!" The boy pursed his lips again, as if he wanted to say something, but Master Surya could no longer hear the voice. That's all I know. The old man looked like he was about to leave.I was deeply reluctant to part, so I stood there and bowed my hands together. "Thank you, old man, for telling me such a touching story. In fact, we just met by the spring on the edge of the desert. Although we spent a short time together, I feel that this is not a coincidence. It seems that we It seems like a pair of traveling companions, but in fact they have never met each other. After all, we will follow the bright road guided by Suga to reach the realm of supreme Bodhi. Then, I will bid farewell. Please take care of yourself!" The old man returned the gift silently, hesitant to speak.Then I turned around and walked listlessly towards the wasteland I had just walked through when I came here.And I walked in the opposite direction, clasping my hands along the desolate and lonely wilderness.