The three men moved the sacks together and soon saw it.
Although the head made of pure iron is stained with rust, it still reflects light when shining a flashlight on it.
I heard Brother Yu's breathing begin to become rough and heavy, and even the usually calm head's eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism.
This is the Iron Buddha Temple and the cast iron Buddha in the 13th year of Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty!
No one expected to be here!
I thought it would be hidden in a big box and locked.
No, just piled in the cotton pile.
I don't know if Mr. Xing gave the order when he was the director of the factory. It seems that no one has been here for so many years.
He raised his head and said, "This thing is not small. Let's try hard together and see if we can lift it out."
I thought it was very heavy before, but when I lifted my hand, I realized it was not very heavy. It might weigh more than 100 kilograms.
This size, if it were made of pure iron, it would weigh at least several hundred kilograms. Being so light can only mean one thing. This is a Buddha in the flesh. The inner layer of cast iron should be gypsum board. The gypsum board is wrapped in white cloth. The white cloth is inside
Wrapping the remains of Monk Yuetian from the Ming Dynasty.
"Be careful, don't knock it."
After we carefully moved the things out and put them on the ground, we could clearly see the whole face of the cast iron Buddha.
This iron Buddha statue is more than one meter high. It is very rusty above the chest and will fall off if you touch it with your hands. The lower part is better. The bottom is flat. It is very stable when placed on the cement floor and will not move if you shake it with your hands.
Iron Buddha's face is very kind, and he is in a cross-legged meditating posture. His left hand naturally hangs on his thigh, and his right hand is raised in the air. The index finger and thumb of his right hand are lightly twisted together, just like the "ok" gesture made by people today.
Exactly the same.
"Turn your head..." Brother Yu couldn't help but ask after looking at it: "Does this mean OK?"
"How could it be? This is a sacred object of Buddhism."
He shook his head and chuckled: "This kind of gesture is the Dharma seal made by the Buddha when he was preaching to his disciples. We in the industry call it the Dharma Seal. Some people in the south also call it the Chakravartin Dharma Seal. Anyone who sees it will be enlightened and scholars will increase."
Blessings are rare."
I can't help but say it's awesome. It's been 500 years since Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty, and Sun Wukong has been trapped under the Five Fingers Mountain for only this many years.
Unexpectedly, across time, in the first month of 2003, I would have the opportunity to meet face to face with an eminent monk from five hundred years ago.
I asked Iron Buddha, can I steal you away?
As a result, he gave me an OK gesture.
.....
If this iron Buddha is taken to the hospital and put into a CT machine for scanning, the complete bones and internal organs of the human body will definitely be visible.
The iron Buddha was found, which meant that the matter was settled. He raised his head and said with a smile: "We can have a good year. It seems that we are one step ahead."
"Um?"
"Shh! Don't make a sound." Brother Yu suddenly frowned and looked back.
"Pah, pah..."
"It's a good time for Wang to celebrate the New Year with his head. You guys are so fast."
Tian Sanjiu suddenly appeared outside the door, applauding and smiling.
Following closely behind him were Huang Tianbao with red eyes, and two men I didn't recognize.
When he saw the person coming, the smile on his face disappeared, and he said with a gloomy face: "Tian Baotou, it seems that the injury has healed quickly, and his legs and feet are also strong."
Tian Sanjiu stopped and put his head very close to her.
Glancing at the physical Buddha on the ground, Tian Sanjiu lifted up his clothes to show us his bandages.
"I am lucky enough to celebrate the New Year. Thanks to the king's help, I won't die."
As he spoke, Tian Sanjiu curved his lips and said, "Iron Buddha stays, I can let you go temporarily today."
"Oh? What if I say no?" Tou said with a smile.
"Pa." Tian Sanjiu snapped his fingers habitually.
"Simple."
"Old fox, we all belong to the Northern sect. I'll give you a chance. I've always been kind."
He waved and someone immediately brought over a sack.
Tian Sanjiu reached out and groped in the sack for a long time, and suddenly took out half a dead man's skull, which was smashed into two halves.
"Look, this is Wang Xiaoqin's head. That Wang Xinggui didn't open his mouth no matter how hard he beat him, what's the result? Didn't he cry and tell me where he was in the end?"
"Give you a chance to have a fight."
"Dabao." Tian Sanjiu turned around and said.
The red eyes stepped forward, like an iron tower, standing there and moving.
"Fuck! Fighting, right?
"Brother Yu twisted his neck twice, and his bones made two crackling sounds.
"I've always wanted to try it before. Silly guy, I'll fight you."
There was a flash of struggle in the red eyes, which disappeared in an instant.
