Ascetic monks are a popular practice method in Indian Buddhism. Ascetic monks often wear undressed faces, ragged clothes, and carry three-pronged sticks symbolizing Shiva, chanting ancient scriptures while walking. They must endure things that ordinary people think are painful to train their minds and achieve high tolerance and freedom from desire.

Yan Ning and the others now look like an ascetic.

The three of them walked for a while, and Jiang Wujue, who was weak, could not hold on any longer. He threw his backpack into the yellow sand, spread his limbs and fell to the ground: "No, I can't walk!"

Zhang Quan also put down his backpack, but smiled and said, "Young man, you can't do it. Is the Feng Shui lineage so weak?"

"What do you know? Our Feng Shui lineage cultivates brain and mental power, not physical exercise." Jiang Wujue said dissatisfiedly in a rough dress.

Yan Ning did not laugh at Jiang Wujue, but picked up Jiang Wujue's backpack that he threw on the ground and carried it on his back. Then he stretched out his hand to Jiang Wujue: "Walk for a while and we will find a safe place to rest."

A week has passed since the initial days when Teng Yi and Li Feifei were sent to Inner Mongolia. Yan Ning was a little anxious and worried that they had encountered an accident.

In fact, today's itinerary has far exceeded Jiang Wujue's original expectations, but Yan Ning still wants to hold on for a while.

Jiang Wujue looked at Yan Ning's outstretched hand, shook his head helplessly, reached out to hold Yan Ning's palm, and got up from the ground with force.

But before he could stand firm, a black gas suddenly reflected in his eyes. Then he looked at the darkness of the sky in surprise and shouted: "That...what is that?!"

Yan Ning and Zhang Quan saw Jiang Wujue's face change drastically, and quickly turned their heads to see that the horizon ahead was terrifyingly gloomy.

"No way..." Zhang Quan opened his mouth wide, "Is it a sandstorm?"

In the time of dazed, the sandstorm had advanced several kilometers, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the front of the three. When they realized it, the wind and sand brought by the terrifying sandstorm could no longer open their eyes!

"Don't panic, hold hands, don't get separated-"

In the wind and sand, Yan Ning shouted hysterically regardless of the sand pouring into his mouth, not knowing whether Jiang Wujue and the others could hear it.

The sandstorm came too fast, and the few people had no time to escape, so they were already involved in the center. Even Yan Ning's powerful body was like a staggering child in front of the sandstorm!

The center of the sandstorm was pitch black, and Yan Ning didn't dare to open his eyes, otherwise the powerful storm would instantly tear his eyes apart!

In the darkness, Yan Ning grabbed the arm of the sky, and didn't know whether it was Jiang Wujue or Zhang Quan's. He grabbed it tightly, for fear of losing the other party.

The storm was extremely strong. There was no sand on the ground, and there was no point of focus. The two of them were like kites with broken strings, colliding around in the center of the storm.

Just when Yan Ning was almost unable to bear it, he suddenly felt a force pulling him. He felt carefully that someone was pulling his calves!

He quickly tried hard and approached that direction. Although he could no longer tell the difference between the up, down, left and right, he still suddenly drilled in that direction!

In an instant, the power that wrapped him disappeared, but Yan Ning's mouth, nose, and ears were already covered with sand. He only felt that there seemed to be a sound of talking in his ears, and he could no longer hold on and lost consciousness...

...

In the darkness, Yan Ning felt a warm current entering his mouth, and his lips, which were almost chapped, suddenly became much more relaxed.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a thriving little face. Her skin was a little dark, but it was very smooth. Her big watery eyes were like an oasis in the desert, with a hint of curiosity and concern inside.

"Ah! Are you awake?"

The girl exclaimed, turned her head and shouted, "Uncle Bart, he's awake!"

Yan Ning covered his head, sat up with difficulty, and said, "Who are you...where am I?"

He raised his head and found that in front of him, there was also a white-bearded uncle, who should be the Uncle Bart the girl called just now.

"Are you awake?" Bart walked to Yan Ning with his back, and took out the water bag: "You will feel better after drinking it."

Yan Ning took the water bag and poured it into his mouth. He felt a lot more comfortable. Then he asked, "Where is this?"

Bart pointed behind Yan Ning, and Yan Ning saw the rag that was still swaying above, and a lot of sand leaked from time to time in the gaps in the rag.

"This is a temporary shelter in the desert, the former desert temple." The girl said slowly.

Yan Ning looked up and down and saw the stone pillars around him and the beams that were close to him. Only then did he realize that this turned out to be a temple, but it had been buried in yellow sand. The hole behind Yan Ning that was barely blocked by rags was where he had just entered.

Fortunately, this temple allowed Yan Ning to survive. At this time, the whistling sound outside the rag was still announcing that the sandstorm had not passed.

"You kid is lucky. We just hid in the temple and saw you flying in the air. I reached out and grabbed you and just caught you! If you were one step later, I'm afraid you won't know where your body is now!" Bart sighed.

After hearing this, Yan Ning sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for helping you."

"Farewell, if you want to thank Sisi, she helped you get the sand in your mouth." Bart waved his hand and pointed at the girl behind him.

Yan Ning was stunned, looked at the girl, and asked in confusion: "How did you get the sand in my mouth?"

The girl named Sisi didn't seem to be good at dealing with boys. She was looked at by Yan Ning and suddenly blushed: "Fill it with water."

Yan Ning felt ashamed, but he still said, "Thank you!"

He thought about it and suddenly said excitedly: "I have two friends, have you seen them?"

"Two?" Bart showed a regretful expression, "You only pulled one back, the other... I'm afraid it has already..."

Bart let go, and Yan Ning saw Jiang Wujue lying on the ground and still unconscious.

So, Zhang Quan is still in the sandstorm?!

Yan Ning turned around and rushed out without any hesitation!

"Boy, what are you doing!" Bart reacted first and grabbed Yan Ning: "We happen to be in the center of the sandstorm. Are you going out to seek death now?!"

"My friend is still outside, I have to go back and save him!" Yan Ning shouted.

Bart shook his head: "Give up, it's just the power of nature. It's a blessing in disgrace for you two to survive. Don't let God down on your mercy!"

Yan Ning heard this and was silent. The sandstorm outside was so terrifying. Bart was right. He was no different from seeking death when he went out now.
Chapter completed!