Chapter 18: : Let’s go to Queli Temple

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The carriage drove for a long time, and I lifted the curtain to see that I was walking north. Passing through the fields of farmland on the road, it is farther and farther away from the Wangcheng. Confused, was there such a far away, inn built in the country?
"Let's go to Queli Temple." Seeing my doubts, he smiled slightly. "Master Roche, who has visited the Tianzhuyunlu, has to spend dozens of plants. Before leaving, he will hand over the Queli Temple to Rosh. . It’s just a little far away, forty miles from the king city."
Queli Great Temple? The Great Temple of Xuan Zang who once lectured? I have been in Kuche for a few days to inspect the Subash old city? By the way, he did host there, but there is no documentary of which year, I did not expect it was when he was so young.
"I can get there for dinner." Xu is seeing me wandering around, revealing what he called a fool, his smile is stronger.
He wanted to distinguish a few words, and when he met his charming smile, he forgot what he was going to say, and looked at his smile idiotly. At thirteen he was already confused, and at twenty-four he was even more glamorous. I couldn't help covering my eyes with my hands, blocking the ray that made me feel throbbing.
"Your hand is hurt, don't touch it."
Alas, Rosh, do you know how you look like a discharge in our 21st century? I let go and forced myself to ignore his electricity and shifted the topic: "How is Vrsati now?"
Speaking of his younger brother, he smiled tenderly: "He served as captain in the Imperial Guard, and Uncle Wang valued him." Ha ha, I know that he loves martial arts since childhood, likes to kill and kill games, let him read Every time I had to play as a soldier and a robber to accompany him for a long time. Thinking of this little guy is involuntarily funny. Now, he is already a 21-year-old man, I don’t know if he can remember me. After all, I only got along with him for three months.
"Right, is he married?"
"No. He teases the bushes every day, and never sees which woman is in love. When his father urged, he was destined to marry a woman who was unique from time to time." Ha ha, the conditions are quite high. Who asked the guy to have a family history, have a good look.
"I want to see him. I just don't know how I am now, will it scare him."
He smiled, as if remembering something: "No, he has always believed that you are a fairy, and has always believed that you will come back."
"Can you help me arrange it?" I don't know if I can recognize his appearance now.
When I nodded, I was in a very good mood: "I've seen you already, and I'll be able to leave after seeing him again." This trip did not include Guizi. Come, just to see him. Then he took a chance to meet Vishati, then he went to the inspection of Ganchao in Banchao and finally went to Chang'an. I have to remind myself at all times that I am here to work. I can only stay here for less than a year. The time-travel table changed the lithium battery, the performance is more stable, but it has a life limit. In order to guarantee enough motivation when I go back, I must go back within a year. Otherwise, I have to stay here forever.
There was a trace of surprise in his eyes: "Want to go back to Handi? Or back to... heaven?"
Heaven? I stay. "Do you really believe this?"
"Otherwise, why are you a Han woman single in the desert? Why have you never been to Dinbin but know how to build a grotto temple? Why do you know the origin of Hetian Mashe Temple? Why do you know more than other women? Profound? Why did you suddenly disappear without a trace? Why did you look the same for ten years when you came back again?"
This bunch of "why" asked me dumbly. Knowing his eloquence, how can I tell him? Ask again, I must confess.
Looking at my helpless and embarrassed look, he smiled lightly and his eyes were clear: "Actually, Roche had doubts ten years ago. You suddenly disappeared, and came back unchanged after ten years. Roche firmly believes that you are Come from the respect of Buddha."
I, I, I can't break it anymore, the look made me uncomfortable. Stop quickly and change the subject. "How is your father now?"
His eyes suddenly dimmed: "He has always been in poor health. Xu missed my mother."
I remember that the grandmother later left Guizi and went to India. There is no record of when she left in the literature. It seems that she has already gone.
I am silent, that scholar-elegant, "smart and wise" Kumaroyan, has always loved the old woman? In India (I don't know which country he belongs to, ancient India was composed of small countries), he could have inherited the aspect, but he shunned monkhood and traveled to Guizi. There are records that he married the old woman because the old woman loved him and even forced him to marry her. But I think that if the rock-hearted Kumoroyan, if he is not passionate about the old woman, he should not agree to be a national teacher of Qiuzi, and then settled down in Qiuzi. After all, he can get a face in India. Without an enamoured woman, without two bright sons, why should he stay in a foreign country? Therefore, when the senior woman was going to be monk, he would not allow it. Until the senior woman went on a hunger strike for six days, he refused to agree. Seeing his wife become a monk, he will no longer be his wife's home, should he be in pain? He is also a Buddhist himself, and he should be happy that someone is willing to serve the Buddha for life, but why is he so reluctant to come to someone he loves?
I lifted the curtain and looked out. The carriage moved very fast, but because of the good performance of the car, this level of bumpiness was acceptable. Pieces of fields passed by, and in the distance you could see the Tian Shan reflected in the clear blue sky. Turning his head and seeing Rosh, whose eyes have been falling on me, thinking of Kumoro Yan did not want the old woman to become a monk, but agreed to let the seven-year-old son go out, I am afraid not only to satisfy the child's attachment to his mother, but also to let his son be with him Beside his mother, let him care for those he loves.
In this kind of contemplation, with the bumps of the carriage, my eyelids are getting deeper and deeper. It's really tiring to hurry up these days. Hearing a warm voice in my ear gently brushed: "Ai Qing, you should lie down if you want to sleep." I fell down by words, and I was so dumb I didn't know what I was pillowing, so soft, not knocking at all, then Sleeping dead.
When he was awakened by him and found that the sky was dim, we came to a complex of buildings the size of a city. His blush seemed to bleed, and he dared not look at me when he dodged his eyes. Confused in my heart, is it because my sleeping image is too indecent, making him embarrassed? I was a little embarrassed. When I got off the carriage and saw the building in front of me, I immediately forgot what the embarrassment was.
In front of me, the most famous temple in the history of Guizi, the Queli Temple, was built in the Wei and Jin Dynasties and is the largest Buddhist temple left in the Western Region. Xuan Zang's translation in "The Great Tang Dynasty" is the Great Temple of Xuan Zang. When Xuan Zang passed through Guizi, it was the heyday of this monastery. The building of the Buddhist temple spread to the slopes and high mountains on both sides of the Tongchang River. He once lectured here for more than 60 days, and the records left are precious materials for studying this temple in the 21st century.
The Queli Temple is naturally separated from the Dongxi Temple area by the Tongchang River. The current Kuqa, known as the old city of Subash, is the most important ruins of Kuzi except for the Kizil Thousand Buddha Caves. When I was in Kuqa, I could only say "Subash's Old City" when I went to Zhaoshuli Temple. I don't know what it means to say "Zhaoshuli Temple" without any historical knowledge. In fact, Subash's Old City refers to a small city at the southern end of the Hexi Temple. It is a subsidiary city built for this super-large temple to provide food and accommodation for those who worship the Buddha. Just inside the city, it is also dominated by pagoda temples.
We are now in the old city of Subash. He led me to a secluded little courtyard in the city. It was an old man who opened the door. I looked familiar, and the old man stared at me for a long time. Then I remembered that it was the old housekeeper of the State Division, called Mo Poxun, who was the waiter brought by Kumaruyan from India. When the old man finally remembered who I was, I pointed at me unexpectedly for a long time. Rosh spoke to him in Sanskrit, and he calmed down slowly, but still led me into the house with doubt.
There is a small courtyard with a small three-room in the middle, with two compartments on either side. Like most of the homes in Guizi, grape racks were built and the courtyard was full of flowers. It is the time when the grapes ripen, and there is a light sweetness in the air. The decoration in the room is simple. There are no extra items in the bed, couch, cabinet, rug, and several cases. It was spotless and looked very refreshing. The bookcases on both sides of his room against the wall are large, and should be customized for the entire wall of books. At first glance, the Sanskrit words are available in Chinese Sanskrit, and some books are familiar.
"This is my dwelling place for reading." Seeing me scan the two cabinets, he said, "Vishati is not interested, and my father gave me all the books in his family."
"Do you live here?"
"I can live in my own temple. Here, it's just a place for purifying reading." His face was clear and windy, but his eyes didn't look at me. "You can rest assured that the Moboxun couple will take care of your daily life."
He went out for a while, and I packed things in the room. When he came in, he saw him holding a bottle of medicinal wine and clean cotton and gauze. I want to bandage myself, the medicated wine hits the crack, and my teeth hurt and grin. He watched silently on the side, blaming me for being too hairy, pulling me over the palm of my hand, and gently wiping it with cotton and medicinal wine. The injuries on the hands are not serious, but the elbows are worn more severely. I rolled up my sleeves and stretched the red wound to him.
He froze when he saw me showing some arm. I didn't bandage me, just walked my arms with complicated eyes. I suddenly realized that what is now in front of me is no longer that thin and immature young boy, now he is a mature man of my age. It's really inappropriate for me to show a big arm in front of the ancients like this. I put down my sleeves and told him that I would do it myself.
Without saying a word, he suddenly grabbed my arm, opened his sleeve, and picked up the medicinal liquor to wipe it. His movements were actually not very gentle, but his serious expression made me forget to scream pain and just stare at him carefully.
Under the dim oil lamp, his narrow side face was cut out by a light circle, his long eyelashes were slightly upturned, and his tall nose and tight mouth made him handsomely unable to breathe. Being so close to him, a slight sandalwood scent came from him, and he was so confused that he just wanted to get closer. I suddenly felt that I had to leave early. Otherwise, I will make mistakes. And such a mistake, let alone the boss must kill me, even myself, I will not forgive myself.
Mobzen's wife came in with food. Dilute the ambiguous air a lot. When I saw me, I couldn't help but take a closer look. I didn't know what reason Roche used to convince them of my reappearance, so I gave her a very unsmiling smile. Later I asked Roche and he told me that I was Ai Qing and her niece. LOL. This statement is true... But isn't it possible for monks to speak arrogantly? I just wanted to make fun of him and couldn't hold back. Otherwise, can I think of any better explanation?
"By the way, there was a backpack that I didn't take away when I left last time. Can you still keep it?" I have so many modern objects pulled here, including my sketchbook and study notes. That's the white garbage that the boss is talking about, don't take it away, if later generations discover... Imagine that a gray-haired archaeologist is carefully studying the package that has been broken into a mess, and then puzzled to find that there are several letters in a small place above "NORTHFACE"...cold...
Thinking wildly and seeing him nod, his expression is a bit unnatural. Strange, could it be that he fell in love with my backpack? That is NORTHFACE, a world-renowned outdoor goods brand. If the funds are not paid by the research team, a poor student cannot afford such an expensive backpack.
"Bring you in a few days."
I nodded and drank the mutton soup: "Yes, I want to visit the Queli Temple, is that okay?"
He watched me eat and nodded slightly: "Take you tomorrow."
The ancient bed was made of hard wood. Of course, it was not comfortable with Simmons. Fortunately, I was used to it. He said that he might not stay here to make me feel at ease. I believe he actually lives here, because a faint scent of sandalwood, from the quilt, from the pillow, from the mat, from all directions in this room, I fell asleep in this scent.
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Xuan Zang's "Data of the Western Regions of Tang Dynasty" records of the Queli Temple (Xuan Zang translated as "zhao zhangli"): "More than forty miles north of the deserted city. It is connected to the mountain. It is separated by a river. There are two galan. Li. And things are called. The Buddha statue Zhuang decorated by Yue Yue is artificial. The monk Qingzhai is sincere and diligent."