I'm looking for fairyland alone

Chapter 214 That Stupid Oriental Man
As the sun sets, Kabul is shrouded in a layer of hazy aftertaste.

There are no high-rise buildings or flashing neon lights here. On both sides of the wide road, the houses are scattered at different heights. There are not only modern Western-style buildings, but also residential forms with regional characteristics. They look very similar to the neighboring provinces in the north.

The ancient imperial palace is resplendent and magnificent, and the spiers of the temple are shining in the setting sun. They are thick and vicissitudes, as if they have crossed the distance of thousands of years, stepped out of history, and appeared before the eyes of the world.

At dusk, the flow of people on the street gradually dwindled, and soldiers with live ammunition occupied all the main roads, maintaining the order of the entire city.

At this time, in front of the highest temple in the city, there were more than a dozen men in traditional gorgeous gowns.

They stood in two rows. The four or five people in front were all old men with gray beards, and the eight or nine people in the back were middle-aged men.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was oppressive and dignified.

After a while, the gate of the monastery opened slowly, and an old man in plain clothes with a headband on his head walked out slowly.

The old man was not tall, with the same gray and white beard as those standing in front of him, his eyes were cloudy and dull, his hands were covered with calluses, his face was rough and dark yellow, close to brown, more like walking on the street outside The ordinary merchants in the market don't have any momentum to speak of.

But as soon as he appeared, none of the dozen or so people standing in front of the temple dared to look directly at him.

The old man sighed: "No one can stop him? Gani."

"No one can stop him." Standing in the middle, the old man known as Ghani bowed his head to show respect, "Rahami, who is second only to Mamel in the northeast, and him in Nuristan Encountered outside the city, with only one move, they fled in embarrassment."

"From the Wakhan Corridor to Nuristan, on such a long journey, Mamel was chased like a dog with a broken leg. How much people feared him before, now they think he is ridiculous."

"But Mamel is one of the strongest in our country after all. The more he is hunted down by the Easterners, the more we can't hold our heads up."

"Those white people actually asked me today if I needed their support to drive that oriental man back to his hometown... Elder, you need to know that this is our country, not the territory of those damn white people!"

"They are strong enough now. If they think that we are not strong enough to overwhelm even an Easterner, what do you think they will think of us? We may not even be able to reach our current status. maintain."

"We can accept their mocking eyes, but as the most sacred figure among us, elder, you must not be labeled as cowardly and incompetent by them. You must keep yourself mysterious while letting others see your powerful."

"Elder, we have no choice, for the sake of Allah, please prevent the Orientals from entering our capital!"

The others bowed at the same time and said in unison: "For the sake of Allah, please prevent the Orientals from entering our capital!"

Elder is a broad title, and anyone who is highly respected and knowledgeable can become an elder.

But in Kabul, once only the elder is mentioned without specifying the name, then everyone knows that it refers to the elder named Allawi in the highest mosque.

Allawi nodded: "Sara's actions are useless?"

Ghani replied: "Although Sara has contacted the practitioners in the East, hoping that they will stop this man's daring move, but this man is still going south."

"Has Karzai in the northwest left?" Allawi asked again.

"I don't know." Ghani replied, "That extreme lunatic is not inferior to Mamel in strength, nor in cruelty... If he comes out to do activities, he may cause more trouble than that Easterner."

Looking nostalgicly at every plant and tree in the monastery, Allawi took a deep breath: "Since I entered here, I have not left Kabul for 40 years, and in the past five years, I have not stepped out of the monastery..."

"Mamel's life or death is irrelevant." Ghani said in a deep voice, "but he actually controls a large area south of Nangarhar, and his influence is extraordinary. If we want to completely take over his power, we will prevent the If there is too much chaos, then the oriental man can no longer be killed."

Allawi sighed: "Then I should go save those devils who should die ten thousand times now?"

"Have to do it." Ghani's voice remained steady. "Our country is hopelessly bad, and now we're making it a little bit less bad..."

"Unless the Messenger of God is on earth in person, I don't think there is anything that can be done more effectively than what we are doing now."

"Everything is in the eyes of Allah, and everything is preordained." Allawi raised his head, looked at the sunset, and his rough face bathed in the sunset showed incomparable piety, "We follow the teachings, be devout to Allah, and wait until the doomed In time, everything will work out.”

"But if you take the wrong path, what face will you have to meet Allah at the appointed time?"

Ghani buried his head even lower: "We abide by the Sunnah teachings in every word and deed, and dare not relax in the slightest. It has not changed for decades."

"The reality is cruel, and we should act in accordance with the righteous way of Allah." Allawi took a deep look at Ghani, then lowered his head and looked at his outstretched right hand.

A two-finger-wide pitch-black small wooden box appeared in his palm.

Looking at the small wooden box, his eyes became more pious: "The holy object should be kept in the temple, and after I leave, I will hand it over to you temporarily."

"What a grace..." Gani didn't look up, and took the small wooden box with trembling hands.

"Gani, grab it, the Prophet is not far from you." Alavi encouraged with a smile, "According to the rules, you should check to see if there is any problem with the Prophet's relic."

Ghani held his breath and carefully opened the small wooden box, without looking up during the process.

It wasn't until the small wooden box was fully opened that he raised his head slightly and looked at the half tooth inside the small wooden box.

As if hit by lightning, his body shook even more violently.

Everyone standing behind him held their breath like him, as if they were witnessing the most sacred handover moment.

Allawi patted Ghani on the shoulder: "The Prophet taught us not to worship idols, but the teeth of the Prophet are not ordinary things, so, Ghani, you should use sacred objects as things to commemorate the Prophet and push yourself towards Allah, and Not as idol worship."

Having said that, he picked up the tooth under Ghani's terrified gaze: "Don't worry, look, this is a tooth, and the tooth of the prophet is also a tooth."

"You...be careful..." Gani quickly used the box to catch the teeth in Alavi's hand.

Allawi put his teeth back in the box: "The prophet taught us truth, taught us righteousness, and after the prophet, a huge empire was born under the teaching of the prophet."

"During the empire, those great elders formulated the basic teachings that we should follow. They not only followed the teachings of the prophets, but also absorbed some correct things from ancient Greece and the West."

"Although those Westerners have been on the wrong path since ancient times, Allah has not abandoned them, and occasionally allows them to discover some truths."

"Now, I don't think Westerners are useless, so I never object to a certain degree of secularization. In the formulation of religious laws, I don't advocate rigidly following the teachings of the ancestors, but rather pay attention to public discussion..."

Allawi glanced at the people who bowed their heads and listened to his teaching.

"As the son of a former peddler, I know the demands of the bottom of the city. As an elder, I also know your demands..."

Sighing again, Allawi walked out and didn't look back until he walked out of the temple.

After a long time, Gani raised his head, held the small wooden box respectfully in both hands, and walked towards the magnificent gate of the temple step by step.

The small wooden box seemed to weigh a thousand catties in his hand.

The door was closed, blocking everyone's prying eyes and the afterglow of the setting sun.

Gani looked reverently at the simple lobby that didn't match the luxurious appearance, and for a moment he showed more respect to the elders.

"The elder is gone?" A gloomy voice suddenly sounded.

Ghani said lightly: "The elders never fool others."

"The elder went north, and you got something again, then our plan has been half completed."

"How about the north?"

"Don't worry, everything is under control. That stupid Easterner thinks he is great for killing a few people, but he doesn't know that he is already in a quagmire... Without him, the elder will never leave Kabul."

Gani sighed: "You don't understand the elders."

The gloomy voice snorted coldly: "The elders don't understand us...Only Allah can save the world!"

Hearing this sentence, Gani's expression became more pious.

He raised the sacred object in his hand and repeated it like a chant: "Only Allah can save the world."

……

Alavi walked on the wide street, lined with low, khaki-colored buildings with at most two floors. They looked old in the setting sun and looked dilapidated, without the sense of cleanliness that a city should have.

It has been a long time since he left the monastery, but Allawi is not unfamiliar with everything.

The scene before him was exactly the same as what he saw when he acted as the son of a peddler, but the atmosphere was completely different.

There were very few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally I saw a few people passing by in a hurry, with an unconcealable daze and panic on their bodies.

Under the vigilant eyes of the patrolling soldiers, Allawi crossed the street and walked towards the north of the city.

He hasn't shown his face for many years, and now he, the elder, has become a legendary figure, and even if someone saw him, no one would recognize him.

Along the way, he took off his plain coat to a homeless man, left his shoes to a bag vendor, and finally gave his turban to a skinny child as clothes.

When he walked out of Kabul, he had nothing on him to give away.

North of Kabul, beyond the blockade, countless refugees are struggling needlessly to fill their stomachs.

The smell of blood, feces, and sweat wafting from afar turned into a breath of suffering, hitting Marvell's chest, making him unable to move any more.

The whole of Kabul has become an isolated island that is easy to get out and hard to get in.

Allawi is inside the city, the refugees are outside.

A middle-aged woman who was missing her left arm, her left half of her ear was also missing, dressed in shabby clothes, looked like a beggar, and walked into Kabul anxiously after several inspections.

"Senior citizens……"

The woman saw Allawi standing silently, wiped her eyes in disbelief, and hurried to Allawi.

"Elder! Are you an elder? You..."

Alavi looked at the woman, and smiled kindly: "It's me, child. If the elder you're talking about is the elder in the highest monastery, then it's me."

"Elder...it's really you!"

This woman who had endured so much suffering knelt down on her knees and hugged Aravi's knees, breaking down and crying as if she had seen her relatives.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." Aravi patted the middle-aged man's head lightly.

The woman raised her head, wiped her tears and looked at Alavi, her frightened eyes shone with hope, as if she saw her own support.

"Elder, the last time I saw you was eight years ago, you... you are still the same as before, nothing has changed. At that time, my husband and I... my husband is gone, elder... I... ...my daughter is gone and I can't find her...Can you help me? Help me find mine...'

A "bang" sound came from the direction of the refugee camp, interrupting the woman's words.

Countless screams sounded, and chaos spread like a plague across the refugee camp from where the explosion sounded.

The woman who was describing her ordeal was so shocked that she could no longer speak.

Smelling the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke from the air, Allawi looked up at the sky with tears streaming down his face.

What should I do to help you guys?

How many people in Kabul, the entire country, and even the entire world are struggling with suffering?

What can I do to reduce the suffering of these people?

Allawi felt a great sense of powerlessness...

He turned his head to look at the tallest monastery for the first time.

Allah, please enlighten me and guide your lost people to the right way forward...

Pain, weakness, and bewilderment spread rapidly in his heart.

What can defeat the strong is never the torture of suffering itself, but the powerlessness of seeing the suffering of others.

……

"Only Allah can save suffering!"

Northwest of Kabul, on the road two hundred miles away, a tall man named Karzai was watching the man lying in a pool of blood struggling to die.

There was a bloody and cruel scene in front of him, but Kazhail's eyes only had piety and empty pity.

His pity is not that the person in front of him is about to die, because this person was killed by him, but that this person did not see the right way of Allah until his death.

When the destined day comes, this person will be tortured forever.

"Suffering is God's punishment for our deviation from faith. Only by returning to the original faith and the essence of faith can we walk on the right path of God and get out of suffering. Do you understand?" He said in the same tone as he used to preach. said the man.

But it is impossible for the man in the pool of blood to understand Karzai's words, because he is dead.

"Another poor lamb went to see Allah with all his sins..." Karzai sighed deeply, and then looked to the east, "The elder walked out of Kabul, the plan should be carried out, we also go to meet that stupid Oriental."

Behind him, a tall woman wrapped in a black turban with only a pair of eyes exposed followed him silently towards the east.

　Seeing the leader, I was very surprised, very surprised!I thought I was wrong, and wiped my eyes for a long time...

　　Thanks to the big brother who can't see the moonlight dyeing Tianlan!
　　But no chapters have exploded, and the saved manuscripts have been sent out a few days ago, so try to write as much as possible in the past few days.

　　I wrote new content today, so I'm a little stuck.

　　There is another chapter, which will be updated in the early morning, or tomorrow morning, and it will definitely be added!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)