Chapter 7: Return to the underground palace of Tianfa Temple.
When Chen Zhi called Pang Wei again and said he was going to Xi'an, Pang Wei felt like he was dreaming.
"orange.
Are you okay?
What time is it now, Mother Dute? You have such a big heart!
In another three years, the whole world may come crashing down, and our own lives may be gone. How do you still care where the broken corpses in Tianfa Temple come from?
Let me tell you, where did that broken corpse come from? It's not my grandfather anyway, so I don't care.
You should quickly put your mind on the right place! Think about what will happen in three years..."
"Get ready to go!",
Chen Zhi made it very clear on the phone,
"You should put aside what you are doing first. This time you go to Xi'an and do something about your old profession.
Also, there is no need to talk about what happened three years later...
Even if the world were to be destroyed tomorrow, we still have to repay the debt we owe others!".
Chen Zhi then hung up the phone.
Fat Wei is such a person. He will mutter for a long time, but in the end he will never be able to defeat Chen Zhi.
A few days later, he rushed back from the field.
Then the three of them made a brief preparation and set off together again to Xi'an.
I don't know why, but since the last divination came out, the three of them have become more relaxed.
Chen Zhi did not conceal the content of the divination and told Fat Wei and Ghost Sword exactly what Xuan Lin said.
During the previous period, everyone had been very depressed. Perhaps they were too tightly constrained by the three-year period, and there was always an invisible pressure pressing tightly on their hearts.
But this time, the divination unexpectedly released the constraints in their hearts.
If everything had a destiny, it would be simple.
Regardless of whether things work out or not, just follow the wheel of fate and then do your best to obey fate.
When they appeared at the gate of Tianfa Temple again, they felt that the gate of Tianfa Temple no longer had the same tension as in the past.
Because we had contacted each other before coming, the young monk guarding the door knew that they would come and took them in very politely.
But Danxuan is not in the temple now. He has something urgent to do and will come back later.
The young monk asked them to go to the teahouse to rest and conveyed Danxuan's message.
Danxuan told Chen Zhi and others that there was no need to be restrained in Tianfa Temple and that they could go wherever they wanted, including places that only the abbot could go.
Chen Zhi immediately understood the meaning of this sentence. Danxuan was referring to the dark room.
Today, Chen Zhi no longer talks about human red tape, and he doesn't want to sit here and waste time waiting for others.
After the young monk took them to the teahouse, he then made an invisible barrier to cover Fat Wei and Ghost Sword inside, and went directly to the underground palace of Tianfa Temple.
This is their second time here...
The underground palace of Tianfa Temple is a typical underground ancient pagoda structure, which is like an iron rod driven into the ground.
It is quite old, and both sides are built with black rock. From a rough structural estimate, it is at least as high as seven stories.
There are wooden stairs in the underground palace. The ancient wood forms a spiral shape and is arranged all the way down, one layer after another, twisting and turning, leading straight to the depths of the underground palace~~~
Ghost Sword and Pang Wei followed Chen Zhi and went down along this rotating wooden ladder.
These pieces of wood were already dilapidated, and some had just one hole in them. This process was very dangerous, but for the three of them, it was no longer a problem.
The old wooden stairs creaked as they walked down. Various animal skins and felts were exposed on the walls on both sides along the way.
Chen Zhi noticed these things last time. They were not things that should be seen in Buddhist holy places, but more like the habits of people in the Western Regions in ancient times.
When he came here again, the strong smell hit his nose again. Looking at everything around him, Chen Zhi had this feeling again. This place was not like an underground palace of a Buddhist temple, but more like a refuge.
They finally walked to the dark room, where there were piles of scripture scrolls, some even containing precious Bayeux texts.
In ancient times, Indians did not know how to make paper, so they wrote scriptures on long leaves and threaded them into books. The processing of this kind of bay leaves was very troublesome and priceless. Very few of them exist now, and
The real scriptures that Xuanzang brought back from India at that time were actually written on these leaves.
These ancient scriptures are listed in rows, exuding a unique brilliance, which makes people feel that there is nothing more sacred than this in the world!
Chen Zhi remembered all the routes Danxuan took them on last time.
They walked a few steps forward and found a small wooden secret door on the dark wall behind, with the heavy iron chain and lock still hanging on it.
Chen Zhi walked over, held the lock, and muttered a few words silently. With a click, the lock opened and the chain fell down.
Then he pushed open the old wooden door and the three of them walked in together.
"Wow~~~",
The wooden door was so old that dust flew everywhere when it was pushed open.
And behind the wooden door, the familiar scene appeared again~~
There was a very narrow space, with a weak candlelight, a small darkroom of less than 20 square meters.
In the middle of the darkroom is a round straw mat. The original shape of the straw mat has long been lost, and it has become dilapidated and condensed.
There was a low table on top of the straw mat, and on it was a copper lamp that had long since run out of oil.
There were pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table, and a blackened mummy lay on the table.
This mummy is very old and has shrunk beyond its appearance. The muscles and skin on its body have turned into a very thick brown-black color, and are completely glued to the wooden table. From a distance, it looks like a huge piece of
Like black plastic mud.
The mummy's head was tilted sideways on the table, and the facial features could no longer be seen.
The body of the corpse was draped obliquely in a red gold silk cassock. The vermilion of the cassock was still bright, and the edges were inlaid with red gold silk. This kind of thing was definitely not something ordinary monks could possess at that time.
There is also a Five Buddha crown on the head of the corpse.
The Buddhist crown is the crown of a monk. When the Buddhist Tantra master presides over the practice, the abbot will wear a crown symbolizing the Five Wisdoms Tathagata. There is a Buddha of Five Transformations in the center of the crown to express the perfect virtue of the Five Wisdoms. He is a high-status monk.
Qualified to wear it.
At this time, the crown worn by the corpse was very exquisite and luxurious, proving that this monk must have had a high status during his lifetime.
A monk of this status should be recorded within the temple and then find a suitable place to pass away. His body should not be abandoned here...
“Go and have a look!”,
Chen Zhi held the candlestick and shook it at Fat Wei next to him.
"Now it's up to you to see what you can do. That's your old profession. Do an autopsy on the corpse to see where he came from..."