Chapter 127 - 22: The Escaped Han (3)
The desert night sky was breathtakingly beautiful. The Milky Way above seemed like mercury scattered across black velvet, shimmering and magnificent. The heat waves that had been rising during the day gradually dissipated, giving way to the cold.
"Achoo!"
Han couldn't help but sneeze, desperately rubbing his shoulders to warm himself.
The old monk, unhurried, pulled out a pouch and took out some tumbleweed he'd collected during the day. Using a fire starter, he lit it and built a small campfire.
At first, Han tried to act tough, but his stubbornness couldn't withstand the cold. Eventually, he moved closer to the fire to warm himself.
Tumbleweed burned quickly, though it produced a lot of smoke. Fortunately, there was a gentle east wind, and both the old monk and Han were sitting upwind, avoiding the smoke. After a while, Han felt his whole body warming up and asked, "Old monk, didn't you say you could read the stars? The stars are out now—tell me which direction we can take to get out of here."
Fenfuku didn't hesitate. He raised his head and pointed to the Big Dipper in the sky.
"See that cluster of stars? It looks like a ladle."
"I see it."
"The ladle's handle, if extended upward five times its length, leads to a bright star. Do you see it? That's the North Star."
"You mean Tianxuan and Tianshu, right?"