Snowflakes as big as a palm were swirling in the sob and howling cold wind, covering the sky and falling down.

In the vast wilderness where everything is silent, there is no living thing except the wind and snow. Suddenly, the earth trembled slightly, and the sound of horse hooves rolling like thunder tore the cold and silence that enveloped the heaven and earth.

The knights in dark armor galloped at the horse, and the red pheasant feathers on their helmets leaped like burning flames in the pale snow.

"Catch the living!"

The roar of a bell sounded, and more than twenty cavalry soldiers rushed forward, crescent-shaped arcs spread out, and in front were agile snow leopards running away in panic.

As they chased and fled, a steep mountain wall suddenly appeared in front of them, and the running snow leopards rushed even more quickly, but at this time, several cavalry soldiers who were approaching immediately threw out their fishing nets.

The big net was covered with his head, and the snow leopard jumped in the air turned left and right as if boneless. After dodging two of them one after another, he was finally entangled by the remaining big net and fell into the snow. He rolled and struggled desperately while shouting, and his claws made the snow dust fly, causing the soldiers around him to burst into laughter.

"This big cat can run!"

A few soldiers dismounted and walked towards the snow leopard with a smile on their faces. The guards were always generous and captured the big cat alive and returned to the city. They would not have to worry about the money for the next three months of drinking.

Although the snow leopard was fierce, its limbs were entangled by the fishing nets. The more they struggled, the tighter the nets were. At first, they grinned and roared, but after a few scabbards, they started to whine as if they accepted their fate.

"There's still a horse!"

After the fang soldiers caught the snow leopard, they suddenly realized that the place where the big cat was rolling on the tantrum had been pulled out by most of the horse's body.

A soldier stepped forward to open the snow on the horse's corpse and found that the belt under the saddle was cut off. However, he didn't care. He just picked up the saddle and looked at the exquisite patterns carved on the copper edge and said, "What a good thing..."

The fang soldier sighed, but before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, because he felt that his calves seemed to have been caught by something, and at this time, a companion next to him exclaimed, "There is someone in the belly of the horse!"

"Save people!"

Hearing the team's humble roar, several soldiers jumped off the horse and stepped forward to dig out the owner of the outstretched palm from the horse's belly.

The person who was dug out was covered in blood and breathing was still hot. The tooth soldier who had taken the saddle before felt relieved. There were many legends of ghosts and monsters in Anxi, and he didn't want to get involved in any evil spirits.

After someone in the fangs wiped the bloodstains from the dug out of the man's face, the few people next to him were stunned. It was Zhang Baijingying's young face. "I never thought that he was a handsome man, and I don't know which noble family he was?"

"What noble children will come to our remote place?"

The soldiers started to discuss this. This was the Governor's Office of the Khotan governor under the Anxi Protectorate. It was nearly three thousand miles away from Guazhou. Which noble family members were crazy and would come to this miserable place to eat sand?

However, the horizontal swords and spears scavenged from the side of the horse corpse were all beautiful weapons, and the gilded silver-embedded bright light armor made the soldiers envious.

"Take this gentleman with you and let's go to Zanmo Temple."

Looking at the gorgeous green shark-skinned sword, the team who spoke in the fangs felt that the young man saved in this wilderness was probably of an extraordinary origin.

Several soldiers pulled off their cloaks and wrapped them carefully, placed them on the horse's back, and went up the mountain in front of the wind and snow.

The sunken light placed on the horse's back was awakened. The snowflakes in the sky hit him in his face, making his mind clear, but his sore body was extremely weak. He could vaguely see the figures of the fangs around him and hear them talking, but he found that he couldn't understand what they were saying.

After observing the surroundings silently, Chen Guang found that it was all white. The horses carrying him seemed to be going up the mountain. When he remembered what happened to him, he felt it was incredible.

Chen Guang is an ancient war and military attack enthusiast. He participated in martial arts training since college. After work, he spent almost all his income on buying armor and weapons. This time he participated in a military attack competition organized by bigwigs in the circle, fighting horse battles with fellow foreign friends on the racecourse in the suburbs of Hotan City.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected storm. After the sudden strong wind and sand, when Shen Guang opened his eyes again, the hot summer months were already cold and the snow was flying. He led his horse alone in the wilderness, and finally the war horse slid down into a big pit and fell to death. He was also frozen to death. He could only learn from the movie "The Revenant" and hide in the horse's belly to keep warm.

The wind and snow in the sky gradually stopped, and the team stopped. Chen Guang tried hard to look at it, but he saw a temple in front of him. At this time, the soldiers dismounted one after another. Chen Guang quickly closed his eyes. Although these people saved him, they could not speak. In addition, he had doubts in his heart, so he could only pretend to be unconscious.

Someone in the Yat-soldier knocked on the gate of the temple. This Zanmo Temple is fifty miles away from the West City. It is a large temple where the royal family of Khotan worships Pratyekabuddhas. The abbot of the temple comes from Qinglong Temple in Chang'an. He is a master of Tantric Buddhism. He has profound Buddhism and compassion.

Soon, the temple gate opened and saw the fangs coming by the guards. The little novice monk who opened the door was not surprised. He led a group of soldiers wearing armor and knives into the temple, and also called his senior brothers to come and help lead the horse.

"As Master Fa Neng, we have saved a husband on the way, and we have to help us take a look."

The team was telling Xiao Shami that in Zanmo Temple, only the abbot master knew the technique of Qihuang. The man they saved was only half breathing. If he returned to Xicheng, he might die halfway.

The little shaman turned around and ran away after hearing this. Soon, Master Faneng, the presidency of Zanmo Temple, arrived in a hurry. At this time, the soldiers had already carried the people into the temple where they usually guarded the temple to Zanmo Temple to worship Buddha.

Unlocking the layers of cloaks and seeing the body that had not yet dried up all blood on its body, Master Fa Neng chanted the Buddha's name and looked at the team leader next to him. Then the soldier cleverly talked about their experience of picking up this man.

"Amitabha, this man is blessed with great virtue and life should not be lost."

Master Faneng couldn't help but sigh, then put on Shen Guang's wrist, carefully examined the meridians, got up and touched Shen Guang's body, and found that although there were many bruises, they did not hurt their muscles and bones. Then he said to the fang soldiers, "The meridians look like they are safe, but they just need to be bedridden and rest."

"Everyone, let's take a rest first. I will take good care of this gentleman."

"Thank you, Master."

The team was leading the fang soldiers to retreat. When the snow stopped, they had to take the snow leopard back to Xicheng to report after they repaired the temple. There were opportunities to see this gentleman in the future.

In the evening, the two little shark monks carried the boiled hot water to adjust the temperature and wiped the dried blood stains on Chen Guang's body clean. Only then did Master Fa Neng apply medicine to the bruised area of ​​Chen Guang's body, and then asked the little shark monk to change Chen Guang's clothes to Chen Guang's oldest monk and then returned to the Zen room to rest.

In the monastery, there was only an oil lamp like a bean, emitting a dim light. As Xiaosha left, she closed the door and opened her eyes. There was a faint smell of sandalwood in the room. He looked around. There were no tables and chairs, only a few cushions and extremely short tables.

The quilt pressed on his chest was thick and heavy, and the quilt was covered with rough linen. Shen Guang touched it hard, but he felt that it was so hard inside. The touch was definitely not cotton, but straw.

There were several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. He could barely see the handwriting of the signature, but the light was too dark and he could only distinguish the last few words.

"The 23rd year of Kaiyuan..."

He murmured to himself, Chen Guang thought that he could not understand the words of the soldier during the day, and suddenly realized that he might have really dreamed of returning to a thousand years. According to the title in the painting, it should be after the 23rd year of Kaiyuan in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The pronunciation of the language in the Tang Dynasty was medieval Chinese, which was very different from later generations. No wonder he couldn't understand it.
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