After hearing what Chen Zhi said, Fat Wei didn't waste any time and took out a small bag from his arms. It was a set of tools wrapped in deerskin.
After Pang Wei opened a few layers, he revealed a set of shining silver needles. The thick ones were like awls, while the thin ones were smaller than embroidery needles.
Fat Wei first took out the thickest one and turned it over on the mummy's head.
The mummy was so old that the Five Buddha Crowns had grown together with the skull, and the bones were so loose that both the head and the body seemed to fall apart immediately if touched.
Fat Wei carefully turned over it for a while, then checked the whole body again.
Finally, he took out a long, thin needle, found the corpse's ear, and inserted it along the ear slit.
After a while, Fat Wei took out the silver needle, looked at its quality, and turned back to Chen Zhi.
"There's nothing wrong with it, this must be a corpse from the Tang Dynasty, and it should be from the early Tang Dynasty. All the clothes are correct.
Moreover, this person had never suffered, never been hungry, and had never been poisoned before death. In other words, he had not experienced any pain and died naturally.
Of course, no one forced or tortured him during this process.
As for the cause of death, he probably died of depression due to staying here every day without seeing the light of day.
I just took a look, this guy's ears and eyes are full of incense that has been stored for many years, and there is even under the crown of his hair, with no hair at the roots.
He burned incense and worshiped Buddha when he was alive. He seemed to be a true monk, and he was probably ordained since childhood.
Although his clothes are not sticky anymore, they are all top quality from the inside out, especially the monk's robes inside, which are extremely fine and as thin as a dragonfly's wings.
And the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist was authentic old beeswax, which was priceless in that era.
I have passed through some Buddhist buckets from the Tang Dynasty, and I have seen a lot of good ones, but the clothes on the corpses of the monks in those buckets are not as good as his.
And I just noticed that there is a seal sewn with gold thread on the collar of the back of this cassock. It was the cassock that was first sewn by the palace knitters in the Tang Dynasty.
This kind of thing will not be rewarded easily, it can only be rewarded to people the emperor has met. It seems that this monk can even enter and leave the palace.
When this guy was alive, his status was definitely extraordinary, maybe..., haha!",
After Fat Wei finished speaking, he looked at Chen Zhi with a smile on his face,
"Maybe this is the guy with Brother Monkey on the white horse..."
"Do you suspect that this is the body of Xuanzang himself?",
Chen Zhi lowered his eyes and looked at the mummy in front of him.
"Official historical records...
On the ninth day of the first lunar month of Emperor Taizong's reign, Xuanzang fell seriously ill and passed away at midnight on February 5th. More than a million mourners from both the government and the public gathered to mourn his body and bury his body in Bailuyuan.
In 669, the second year of the General Chapter of the Tang Dynasty, the imperial court reburied him in the Tang Dynasty Huguo Xingjiao Temple. Emperor Suzong of the Tang Dynasty also personally inscribed the word "Xingjiao" on the forehead of the stupa.
These are all records in official history. Records of such large-scale events are generally infallible. Moreover, Xuanzang was in his sixties when he died. He was considered to have died. This matter was known to the whole country and it was difficult to conceal it...
And even if this record is not true, given Xuanzang’s status at the time, it would not have been possible for him to be abandoned and died in a cellar like this."
"Hey, listen to those idiots who write history books!",
Fat Wei carefully collected his silver needle and put it back into his arms.
"Let me tell you, I have personally witnessed some great figures who have gone down in history in some ancient tombs, and they are all very impressive in the history books.
What happened after death? He was cut into pieces and thrown directly into the cemetery. There were various miserable ways to die.
Let me tell you Chengzi, even though those ancient people talked about benevolence, justice and morality, they were actually very hypocritical.
While he kills you with poisonous wine, he sings your praises and feeds you sweet dates.
Cut~~
Maybe Master Xuanzang might have been harmed by one of his disciples later on, and he was imprisoned here and never came out until his death.
There is no guarantee that an empty coffin will be put into the grave outside."
Chen Zhi listened to Fat Wei's words and kept his eyes lowered, looking at the corpse on the table.
This is indeed a very unusual corpse.
A monk, wearing such expensive clothes in the temple, died so miserably.
The first generation abbot must have known about this, but he ignored it and just let it happen. This is so unreasonable...
There is only one explanation for this situation. The first generation abbot knew who this person was, but there was a reason that prevented him from making this person public to the world, so he could only let him die here secretly.
"Hehe~~~",
Suddenly, an extremely cold laughter came from the darkness behind him. The laughter was so eerie that it made people shiver to the core.
The three people turned their heads at the same time and looked behind eagerly, only to see a figure standing in the darkness behind.
The man stood upright in the darkness, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.
Everyone couldn't help but be startled. This man's voice was too soft, almost like a ghost, and even Ghost Sword didn't notice it.
But this man had a paralyzed head and a thin and slender figure. He was twisting a string of Buddhist beads in the dark with an obvious smile on his face.
"Amitabha, the donor is indeed back.
When the benefactor left, the poor monk said that the benefactor is a man of promises and we will meet again soon."
The person standing in the darkness was undoubtedly Master Danxuan. He took a few steps forward while twisting his beads, and looked at the mummy on the table.
"Amitabha!
It has been more than a hundred generations since Tianfa Temple was passed down to me!
The corpse in this underground palace has always been the biggest secret of Tianfa Temple. No one except the contemporary abbot knows the identity of this corpse.
But in the past 1,000 years, successive abbots have seen this corpse hidden in the dark room, but they have died one generation after another, but no one has ever known the true identity of the corpse, and no one dared to touch it.
To this day, the poor monk has doubts in his heart and no longer wants to die looking at this secret.
While living here, the poor monk must know who this corpse that has been passed down from ancient times is..."