Ghostly Tomb

Chapter 1184 Tianfa Temple Cellar ([-])
In this square dark room, there are piles of scripture scrolls everywhere, and the unique fragrance of ink still remains~~
Chen Zhi once read the modern version of Journey to the West. Tang Seng took three apprentices to the Holy Land of the West, and brought back thousands of volumes of scriptures. Those scriptures were compiled into volumes, and each one was like a book.

Chen Zhi thought it was the appearance of the ancient scriptures, but now he saw the most primitive Western Paradise Buddhist scriptures, and Chen Zhi knew that the original and the most primitive ancient Indian scriptures were folded vertically into the shape of a fold, and then placed in a precious metal box in, piece by piece, or rolled into a scroll.

There are also some extremely precious fragments of scriptures, which were put into crystal tubes inlaid with gold, filled with liquid, crystal clear and very finely preserved.

In the entire room, there are tall shelves from the floor to the top, and there are neat collections of scriptures inside. I don't know why those scriptures are?It exudes a unique brilliance, which makes people feel that it is the most sacred thing in the world, nothing more than that!
"People in the world only know that scriptures are passed down from generation to generation, but they don't know that what is passed down from generation to generation is actually human words...",
Monk Danxuan smiled lightly and said,
"All the scriptures were in ancient Indian when they came back from the Western Paradise. In order to prevent mistranslation of the Dharma, the former master Xuanzang tried his best to transcribe the most original Buddhist scriptures day and night, but mistakes were still inevitable~~~
Don’t you know that even the most primitive Buddhist teachings have discrepancies in fact, Shakyamuni Buddha held a flower and smiled, and the mantra he uttered in his mouth, how many speculations and revisions have been made in later generations..."

"Okay master~~~~",
Chen Zhi suddenly interrupted Danxuan's words, and said:
"This is all your own business!
We are all secular people, and we dare not speculate too much about Buddhism. Before this trip, please take us to find that scorpion! "

"Amitabha!"

After hearing the words, Danxuan clasped his palms together and said: "

The chrysanthemum was brought back by Master Xuanzang from the Western Regions, and was later stored in Tianfa Temple. After several vicissitudes, most of it has withered, and only this one remains.

My mentor once sent this bichu to a private bank for safekeeping. Later, my mentor's master had a dream at night, saying that he did not want anything in this secret room to leave here, and ordered my mentor to take the bichu back.

So my benefactor took the bichu stored outside and brought it back to Tianfa Temple! "

"Master, your words are too preposterous!"

Fat Wei was listening beside him, he couldn't take it anymore,
"This is still a dream in the middle of the night. This place is already cautious enough. You still say these things, and I feel cold in my heart..."

When Fat Wei said this, he immediately realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly stopped his mouth and turned around.

"No, what I mean is that Master, please don't be a fool...

This place is gloomy, and we can't stay long.

Where the hell is your bitch?Bring it to us quickly, we are very grateful!Don't play charades on us anymore! "

"Hehe, benefactors don't need to be impatient, the poor monk will take you in now..."
After Danxuan finished speaking, he walked forward for a certain distance. It turned out that there was a small wooden hidden door on the dark wall in front of him. Due to the dim light, he didn't pay attention to it just now. The small door looked dilapidated, with heavy iron chains and a small lock on it.

After Danxuan got there, he found the bunch of keys from his bosom again, took out a very small one, stuffed it into the blackened lock, twisted it lightly, and it opened.

Then Danxuan gently pushed open the old wooden door with both hands.

"Wow~~~", the wooden door suddenly opened with dust splashing everywhere~~
And behind the wooden door is a very narrow space, with a weak candle, it can be seen that it is a small dark room less than 20 square meters.

And in the middle of the dark room is a circular meadow, the meadow has long lost its original shape, and the dilapidated meadow has turned into condensation.

But above the meadow there was a low table with a copper oil lamp, pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it, and a blackened mummy was lying on it.

The skeleton had shrunk long ago. The muscles and skin on its body had turned brown-black, sticking together with the wooden table. It could be seen that it had been dead for a long time.

But there were still some broken textile fragments on the skeleton, and a string of Buddhist beads was held in the withered hand, but the red gold silk cassock draped obliquely on the corpse, after so many years of dust, was still as good as new, as gorgeous as the morning glow in the sky, The gold thread is shining, the jewels are shining, it is incredible!

The corpse's head was tilted on the table, and the facial features could no longer be seen, and there was a five-buddha crown on the head.

After seeing the corpse, Chen Zhi and Fat Wei couldn't help but glanced at each other, and then fell silent...

The Buddha crown is the crown of a monk. When Buddhist Tantric masters, hosts, and abbots practice the Dharma, they will wear a crown that symbolizes the Tathagata of five wisdoms. eligible to wear.

At this time, the corpse is wearing a crown, which proves that this monk must have a high status during his lifetime. He may be the abbot here, or he may be a high-ranking monk with a higher status than the abbot, but it seems that such a high-ranking monk will pass away and be buried. , how could the corpse be abandoned here...

"That..., that Master Danxuan!",
After Fat Wei saw this scene, his legs couldn't help cramping a bit.

"Don't tell me that the person lying on the table is the legendary Master Xuanzang!

If so, I really can't accept it...

Tell me, should I kneel down and kowtow right now?Or what? "

"Master Xuanzang should not be here...",
Chen Zhi frowned and said:
"Historical records...

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, Xuanzang became seriously ill, and passed away at midnight on the fifth day of the second lunar month. More than a million mourners from the government and the public buried his bones in Bailuyuan.In 669, the second year of Tang Zongzhang, the imperial court reburied him in the Huguo Xingjiao Temple of the Tang Dynasty. Tang Suzong also inscribed the word "Xingjiao" on the stupa.

The records of such large-scale events are basically infallible...

And even if this record is not true, with Xuanzang's status at the time, it is impossible to leave it in the cellar to die like this. Whose mummy is it?

Why did you die so miserable while wearing such high-class clothes..."

"Amitabha, this is exactly what I want to ask the donor to answer!",
Danxuan first bowed to the mummy, then twisted the Buddha beads and said:
"Tianfa Temple has been passed down to me for hundreds of generations!

The corpse in the underground palace has always been the biggest secret of Tianfa Temple. Today, the poor monk no longer wants to watch this secret. The poor monk needs to know who this corpse that has been passed down from ancient times is... ..."

(End of this chapter)