The customs of Chinese and Japanese funerals are very similar. In the traditional Chinese concept, not only spitting blood, but also accidentally dripping water, tears or even any liquid on the deceased will make him suffer.
There is no way to live in peace.
Zhang Baisen himself was startled, jumped back and staggered a few steps.
Just as I was about to rush over to support him, Xiao Kereng had already whispered: "Let me come." He quickly jumped over, grabbed Zhang Baisen's left arm, and shouted in a harsh voice: "Mr. Zhang, my condolences."
I have been thinking about the unusual behavior of Xiang Monk in my mind. Intuitively, he is a person I have met before, and he will never be a friend of the same kind.
The bonfire is about to burn out, and the cold air in the yard is getting heavier and heavier. The elephant monk is tapping his feet impatiently. It is commonplace for the monks to hold such a ceremony, because they have long seen through the world of mortals and ascertained life and death.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Zhang Baisen waved his sleeves and wiped the corners of his mouth in despair.
In this situation, perhaps silence is the best way to express it, and letting the deceased be refined earlier and the body disappear earlier should also be the best way to end it. The only one who really cares about the Shao brothers is Zhang Baisen, and even Xiao Kereng
Even so, it's just based on the etiquette of fellow martial artists.
As for me, since I detected the handwriting left by my elder brother Yang Tian in Shao Hei's remote sensing hallucination, I feel that there is a deep ideological communication between me and him. On the contrary, I feel that his physical death is a spiritual extreme.
Sublimation is similar to "reaching the Tao and ascending to heaven, fully enlightening and sitting down".
"Death, maybe it is a way for people with supernatural powers like Shao Hei to further improve themselves? When ordinary people die, their spirit and body disappear at the same time and return to nothingness; but what will happen to masters with supernatural powers after death?
People can estimate that when the body limits the improvement of the spirit, abandoning the body is the right decision without hesitation."
There are many words that seem not suitable to be expressed in words. If Zhang Baisen was a truly smart person, he would definitely understand this better.
"Go ahead... The road to ascension to heaven always comes first. May the pure spirit on the top of the snow-capped mountains wash away the sins of the world and return you to your true colors. In the next life, there will be thousands of snow lotuses, a spring breeze, and the soul will be reunited.
In the next life, we will all be friends again and join the Yin Sect together..."
Zhang Baisen's voice was very low and his words were vague, but I still understood this passage very clearly. If even decent disciples of famous Chinese families like Shao Hei and Shao Bai belong to the "Hidden Sect" in Nepal, I can't help but be suspicious.
This organization has the super ability to network with talented people and strangers from all over the world.
Tonight, Zhang Baisen has brought me too many mysteries, from his own identity to the identity of the Shao brothers. The three "Chinese" who were well known to the global media are actually disciples of foreign sects. This is also an unusual situation.
It is nothing short of sensational news. Of course, Americans will not care about this. They have always been open-minded and open their arms to recruit heroes from all over the world for their own use, never caring about the nationality of the other party.
"Go...go..." Zhang Baisen stretched out his arms, and the two corpses were lifted up in the air and placed side by side on the firewood pile. They had already changed into clean suits and leather shoes, their faces were washed clean, and they were
The makeup and retouching are done carefully, which is one of the reasons why I highly appreciate the work of the monk.
"Can we light the fire?" The elephant monk took a few steps forward diligently, but Zhang Baisen rubbed his palms together, making a "crackling" sound, and there was a "pop" sound under the firewood, and a fire ignited, and the fire started fiercely.
The flames instantly enveloped the body.
This old-fashioned Buddhist method of cremating corpses often does not burn thoroughly enough to burn even the tightest and most delicate load-bearing bones like a modern crematorium. However, I found that Zhang Baisen’s palms did not retract;
He kept stretching forward, even at the expense of his own energy to fuel the fire.
This method of exerting power is like adding combustion-supporting oxygen to the flame, which can effectively increase the temperature of the flame, enough to ensure a complete burning effect. However, if he exerts power for a long time, it will cause a lot of damage to his body, and it is extremely easy to
Causing irreparable internal injuries.
I put the diary in my breast pocket and was thinking about whether I should go up and stop Zhang Baisen's crazy behavior. I only took one step forward and suddenly discovered that he had actually suffered severe internal injuries.
The breath is not flowing smoothly in six places.
Xiao Kereng silently retreated to my side, frowned and shook her head. She must have discovered this problem, but unfortunately, once the internal injuries are caused, they cannot be undone in a short time.
I winked at Xiao Kereng, and took the lead to walk lightly under the eaves of the north corridor. She followed me knowingly, and couldn't help but speak first: "It was Gu Ye who broke Master Zhang's 'magic skill of beating cattle across mountains,' right?"
Mr. Feng?”
The window paper in the north room is very old and broken in many places, revealing nearly a hundred sandalwood coffins neatly arranged in the room. On the head of each coffin is a black lacquer tablet with white Japanese handwriting on it. I roughly
I glanced around a few times, and all I saw were words such as "Who is the master of such and such generation of Fengge Temple?" There was a dim fluorescent lamp hanging in the middle of the roof, emitting a lifeless white light.
Xiao Kereng couldn't hear my answer and sighed depressedly.
"Do you feel that the elephant monk's behavior is strange? And it is getting more and more strange?" I walked westward, and the corner of my eye shone on the elephant monk's back. He was also shrinking his neck, making a cold expression.
appearance.
"Yes, I feel it." Xiao Kereng frowned hard, but then changed the topic: "Mr. Feng, Master Zhang's internal strength has been damaged and has huge flaws. It's probably not good for him to waste his internal strength in such a desperate manner.
Good thing. We already have the Shao brothers missing here. If something happens to Master Zhang, wouldn’t we lose three helpers in a row?"
She is Korean, but more importantly, she is Su Lun's friend. She always stands on the side of Xunfuyuan Villa and has long been indifferent to the difference in nationality.
"I know, but it's irreversible. Because in front of the 'Tower of the Dead', when facing Gu Ye just now, Master Zhang had already been pierced by the opponent's 'Qi and Blood Arrow' in the 'Magic Skill of Beating Bulls Across Mountains'. However,
Before he came here, he had been holding on and not showing it. Now he is exerting all his strength to exert force, which may have some benefits in dispersing the congestion and congestion in the internal organs, so that all the organs will not be damaged at once - Xiao Xiao, this matter
One wrong move, and the whole game is under control. Gu Ye is too powerful, and we don’t have the power to turn things around at the moment.”
It's not that I deliberately suppressed my own energy. Yan Ye's martial arts and ability to seize opportunities are unparalleled. I once noticed that he fired the "Qi and Blood Arrow" that was designed to destroy the inner family's true energy, but I had no time to stop it. Since it is called "Arrow"
", it can be seen that the speed when the martial arts is activated is only a moment, so fast that it is invisible, and it is so wonderful that it is invisible.
Fortunately, Xiao Kereng did not launch an offensive rashly, otherwise she would have been affected at this moment.
When it comes to the grievances between the "Hidden Sect" and the "Tiannin Alliance", one is in the southwest of the Asian continent and the other is in East Asia and Japan. The conflict at any time may affect the world of China. It seems that next time, even us
People in Jianghu can no longer stay out of this matter.
Outside the back wall of the North House is the cliff by the sea. The ashes of corpses refined here are always thrown into the sea nearby and go away with the ebb and flow of the tide. Only the abbot and eminent monk who has made special contributions to Fengqie Temple,
Only those who are qualified to park their coffins in the Reincarnation Courtyard will have the same fate as the rest of the unknown people, whose ashes will be scattered.
The elephant monk also retreated under the eaves of the west room. Only Zhang Baisen stood in front of the fire, letting the firelight reflect his tall shadow on the main door of the north room.
Those two doors have been in disrepair for a long time and are locked with a dark iron chain. When a Buddhist disciple dies, there will be no valuable burial objects with him, so there should be no thieves coming to this ominous place to look for them.
Business.
The smell of burnt gas and rosin from burning wood gradually enveloped the entire yard, and mixed with the cold air all over the sky, making people feel even more depressed and extremely depressed.
"Mr. Feng, since Miss Toka is dead, should we temporarily withdraw from Fengqiao Temple? The layout of Xunfu Garden is enough to withstand the impact of a light infantry battalion. I always feel that our own mistakes have been made in recent times.
There are so many, giving the enemies in the dark opportunities to take advantage of. Sister Su Lun has repeatedly told us that it is best for everyone to concentrate their efforts together to avoid being defeated by the enemies individually. What do you think?"
Xiao Kereng repeats the same old tune. Everyone understands this truth, but the application of military tactics requires time and place. How can it be applied mechanically?
"Did Su Lun call again? How are the preparations for entering Langu?" My mind temporarily escaped from the predicament at hand.
"We've been here before. Everything is ready. We only need east wind. Once the latest anti-venom variant serum from Germany arrives, we can officially set off. In fact, you should call and ask in person. Maybe Sister Su Lun has been here all along.
Waiting for your call." Xiao Kereng hesitated to speak. Outsiders couldn't interrupt the matter between men and women, so she could only tap it gently.
I smiled: "I will call you, thank you for the reminder."
Su Lun's lofty pursuit goals have gone beyond the scope of tomb robbing and archeology. I have read the theory of "Asian Central Gear" more than a hundred times, and I recognize the rigorous logic of this theory. If there is a suitable opportunity, I will
I also hope to join the search for "gears", but what I am most eager to solve at the moment is to enter the "Sea Tomb of the Gods" and see what my elder brother has done in those tunnels.
People with different ideals do not seek each other. A good couple may not necessarily be a good working partner, nor may they always share the same goals.
"Be careful with the elephant monk and see when he can reveal the fox's tail!" I covered my mouth, yawned secretly, and calmly ordered Xiao Kereng.
Her work ability is much higher than Xiao Lai's, and her comprehension ability is even more outstanding. I believe that besides Su Lun, she is the only one who can connect with me closely. She can understand my thoughts with just one look without words.