like a long snake, it came towards Erica, closer and closer.
Suddenly, the lamps were off. It was pitch-dark and they even could not see their own fingers.
Then, two golden balls glittered. One of the flash turned the demon into silver dust and the other
one made the real Wang appeared from the air. They were lifted in the air and whirled.
They were transported to the front of Mogao Grottoes, but in modern world.
They knew because they observed fluttering flags welcoming themselves. They walked to
the inner caves which were forbidden for visitors. Erica spotted a handsome boy repairing the
mural, whom she felt familiar with. She greeted him politely. The young boy turned around, “ I’m
Wang Yuan Chun. My grandfather is Wang Yuan Lu. I’m always sorry that he sold the precious
culture relic to Marc Aurel Stein. I came here to help repairing the paintings. It could be a kind of
compensation, for me.” Erica felt sorry about Chun, she wanted to comfort him.
Erica asked the same question, “Which artwork is the best?” Chun did not seem need to
premeditate, “I’ll show you, this way please.” Erica followed him.
Consequently, they came in front of a vivid clay Buddha statue without eyeballs. That recalled
some of her deep memory. “Mrs. Hemlock!” shouted Erica spared with no effort.
Something preposterous happened next minute, Mrs. Hemlock placed the two golden beads
as its eyeballs. After that, two dazzling light shoot out from its eyes and indicated a hidden door.
Erica pushed it to open. There were thousand golden Buddha statues in different postures and
numerous of precious sutra.
Thence, a trip to Gobi Desert wasn’t bad. It was a charismatic place filled with mysteries
waiting you to dig out. Miracles happen all the time at here-Gobi Desert.
