Perhaps hearing my scream, Su Man, Wu Zhijun and Meng Chao rushed over quickly.

Wu Zhijun and Su Man reached out to help me up. Su Man picked up the clothes I fell next to me and handed them to me, "What's wrong with you? Want to break it yourself first?"

"This doesn't matter," I waved my hand quickly and said, "I discovered something strange."

"What is it?" Suman touched the sweat beads on his head.

I raised my hand and pointed to the depths of the mudstone, "I seemed to have found a house, right in that direction."

As soon as I said this, Su Man's hand, who was wiping sweat, suddenly froze, and a strange look flashed in her eyes.

"House?" Meng Chao opened his eyes widened, "Is it the village we are looking for that place to arrive?"

"No," Suman shook his head, "I have been to that village and are not here at all."

I frowned slightly, "That's strange, how could there be a house in such a place?" As I said, I looked at Suman.

Su Man shrugged, "I don't know, it's the first time I've been here." As she spoke, the look she had just seen had long disappeared.

"Hey, what kind of house do you care about it?" Wu Zhijun put his hands on his head to cover the sun. "Let's go over and take a look first, at least you can avoid the sun and not be dried into jerky here."

Su Man actually turned to look at me, as if asking for my opinion. I hesitated for a moment, then forced a smile, "Then let's go and take a look."

The four of us walked towards the sag in the mudstone group in the direction I just saw.

In fact, it was almost ten minutes away, and it seemed as long as an hour to walk.

Standing in the middle of a mudstone, there was indeed a huge depression in front of me, which looked like a small basin.

Standing at the edge and looking down, there was actually a house in the middle of the depression. The roof of it looked like the one I just saw.

The golden spire stands tall, the white walls, with green eaves and patterns carved doors. Especially in front of the temple gate, a large area of ​​colorful wind and horse flags flutter in the wind.

"This," Wu Zhijun looked at the scene below, said only one word and stopped.

"This seems to be a temple." Meng Chao said, pushing his glasses.

"This is a Tibetan temple." Su Man took two steps forward and looked ahead in a daze. "I didn't expect there was a Tibetan temple here."

Standing on a piece of mudstone, I felt shocked in my heart. I always felt that in addition to appearing in a position where it shouldn't have appeared, the more important thing is that it gave me a strange feeling.

The large number of colorful wind and horse flags swayed in front of my eyes. I couldn't help but feel a little dazed and was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, a man pulled me, "Why are you in a daze? Let's go!" I turned around and saw that the person who was talking was Su Man.

I nodded and walked down the sunken edge. The places we stepped on were basically fine sand, but there was a lot of mudstone hidden under the fine sand. So it was not difficult to walk along the way.

Soon we walked in front of the big wind and horse flag. The wind blew the colorful wind and horse flags "whirred". Through the cracks of their dancing, we saw the golden roof on the temple. I stood here and felt a kind of solemnity and sacredness.

As I walked, I noticed that a lot of mudstone under my feet had been artificially flattened. The flat mudstones had already become rounded again after being attacked by wind and sand. In this way, this temple has existed here for quite a long time. However, from Suman's reaction, she never seemed to know that there was such a place.

According to Suman before, our current location should be not very far from the edge of the desert. In this case, such a building would have long become a scenic spot. But judging from the current situation, it seems that it is rarely visited here. This strange contradiction makes me puzzled.

As we marched, large areas of wind and horse flags danced above our heads. The blazing sunlight just now was broken by them and fell down. Everyone's body and face became mottled.

Everyone didn't speak, I don't know if they had no strength or were attracted by this Tibetan temple. I think I probably belonged to the latter.

The temple gate was opened, and the four of us stepped in.

And the moment I stepped into the temple gate, I was stunned for a moment because I saw a wooden pole standing in the yard in front of the hall. The wooden pole was shiny and the invasion of wind and sand did not leave any obvious scars on it. It was obviously treated with anti-corrosion.

I am not unfamiliar with this thing similar to a flagpole. The small Zang Temple built on the cliff of Qilian Mountain seemed to appear before me again.

I still clearly remember that there was a wooden pole like this on the small platform in front of the temple, which made Doji once tell us that this wooden pole is called the Heaven of Rebirth. Now I have seen a similar scene here again. Is this just a coincidence?

I closed my eyes, which were already dry and painful by the wind and sand, and returned to my senses. At this time, Meng Chao, Wu Zhijun and Su Man had already walked into the yard.

This temple is not big, it is divided into three rooms on the left, middle and right. One of them is taller, and the ones on both sides are much smaller. Unlike the temple walls and temple gates, the main body of this temple is built with bluestone. Although these bluestones look a little different from the golden temple roof, it is this way of construction that makes me suddenly dream of the heavy snowy night in Qilian Mountains.

If it weren't for the wind and sand that hit my face, I seemed to have returned to the Qilian Mountains in a trance. The layout and construction materials of this temple, including the Heaven of Rebirth in the yard, were really very similar to the Tibetan temple in the Qilian Mountains.

I seemed to be lost in this misaligned space and time. I looked around and seemed to see Suman saying something to me, but I heard nothing.

Finally, my eyes fell on the hall in the middle. Suman stepped forward and pulled my clothes. I didn't bother to talk to her and ran towards the door of the hall.

I pushed open the wooden door of the hall, and with the sunlight cast in, I saw a large statue of god in the middle of the hall.

I am not unfamiliar with this statue of God. It was the Great Wei De King. With a feeling of indescribable expectation or anxiety, I hurriedly ran to the vicinity of the statue. I looked at the bottom of the statue. There I saw a snake, a snake with red eyes. When I saw these, my mind was chaotic. This statue was indeed the same as the one I saw in the Qilian Mountain Temple.

Why do two temples thousands of miles apart have exactly the same statue of gods? What's going on? I had no idea for a moment.

I took two steps back and leaned against the door of the hall. Su Man and others came over. Seeing me like this, Meng Chao asked, "Brother Zhuo, what's wrong with you? Is it okay?"

I had no way to explain to them, so I had to shake my head gently, "It's okay, I'm just tired."

Wu Zhijun walked to the statue and looked at it. He reached out and touched the butter bowl in front of the statue. His fingertips were covered with a thick layer of sand. "This place looks like it has been abandoned for a long time."

Suman looked around and said, "Let's check it separately to see if there is any water source."

Wu Zhijun nodded and said, "I just saw a wooden shed in one corner of the yard. Maybe there is a water source in it, so I'll go and take a look."

"Then I'll go to the houses on both sides to see." Meng Chao said as he walked out.

Suman looked at me, "Your face is not good, let's take a break here."
Chapter completed!