Danxuan still looks the same as when we first met him. He is a very young monk with a delicate face, almond-shaped eyes like a woman, fair complexion, and a clean monk's robe, spotless from top to bottom.
If it weren't for the unruly air between his eyebrows, others would never have imagined that he was the young man who became a monk because of his bad temper.
"Master Danxuan, long time no see.",
When Chen Zhi saw Danxuan, he first said something polite, and then looked at his shoes.
Chen Zhi and the others stepped on the wooden stairs all the way down. The wooden stairs were in ruins, and their feet were full of dust and wood slag.
But Danxuan's shoes were spotless, as if they had flown down from above without any weight.
"I haven't seen you for three days, so I'm looking at you with admiration, donor!",
Danxuan walked up to Chen Zhi with a smile and looked at Chen Zhi's face carefully, as if he could see what happened to him through Chen Zhi's eyes.
"Your identity is even more precious.
congratulations!
It seems that this magical thing in the world is already under your control!
Now that you can still remember your promise, I am deeply touched."
"Oh, Master, let's not play riddles.",
Fat Wei has always been a little afraid of this Master Danxuan.
First, because this is a Buddhist holy land, Pang Wei feels a little guilty, and second, this Xuandan is different from the past abbot, always looking gloomy.
Fat Wei clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Dan Xuan,
"Master, your appearance was so scary, you didn't even make a sound. It seems that walking without wind is your unique skill!
You are an eminent monk, and we are all mortals. If you have any questions, let’s talk directly! Don’t make fun of us.
You asked us to check the identity of this mummy. Where can you find the identity on this corpse that was thousands of years old? Moreover, the monks were all clean and had no descendants.
Besides, it's so unnecessary to do this.
Maybe there is no legend behind this corpse at all, maybe it was some young monk who offended the abbot and was put into clothes and thrown in.
With all due respect, ahem~~, I think you just think too much, so you don’t need to dig deeper, right?",
After finishing speaking, Fat Wei coughed twice, looked at Chen Zhi, and then looked at Xuandan,
"Of course, we will never forget the help you have given us.
Since we owe you a favor, you can find something else for us to do. It doesn’t matter if we spend more money and energy, but don’t let us investigate this unknown ancient corpse again, okay?”
"Haha, donor, please stop teasing the poor monk. Although the poor monk is a monk, he also knows the depth and depth of things. How dare you disturb the clan leader of the Jiang family with ordinary things...",
Master Danxuan smiled and twisted the beads, looking at Fat Wei,
"But the benefactor has good eyesight. What you just said during the autopsy was heard by the poor monk from behind.
Why don't you admit it now?
Donor, do you believe that there is nothing suspicious about this corpse?
Just as the donor suspected, the poor monk has always suspected that the true origin of this corpse may be related to the former Master Xuanzang.
Even if it's not him, it must have something to do with it.
Xuanzang's journey to the west was a pioneering work of his time, unprecedented and unprecedented...
This poor monk only has this wish in his life, and I ask all the donors to make it come true!"
"What exactly do you want?",
Chen Zhi raised his head and looked at Xiang Danxuan,
"You have gone through so much trouble, there is no way you don't have your own ideas.
Even if you find the identity of this ancient corpse, what does all this have to do with you?
I don't think a person's curiosity can make people so crazy about things thousands of years ago.
If you want me to help you find out the truth, can you tell me your true purpose?"
"Haha", Danxuan smiled calmly, and his fair face suddenly became more gloomy in the darkness.
"Maybe this is the poor monk's evil barrier. The poor monk always wants to forget, but he can't forget. Therefore, the poor monk dare not not be curious about this corpse...
I think it’s better for the donors to take a moment to talk. It’s not advisable to stay in a place like this for a long time. Let’s go up and have a detailed chat in the poor monk’s teahouse!
The poor monk will tell all the donors the whole story..."
"Okay, okay~~, go quickly, go quickly, go quickly!",
This sentence really suits Fat Wei's wishes.
In this pitch-black stone room, Master Danxuan's face was as white as a living ghost, making people feel numb all over just looking at him.
And for some unknown reason, Master Danxuan made people feel particularly uncomfortable, especially in the dark. His face always felt wrong, but I couldn't tell what was wrong.
So several people followed Master Danxuan all the way back to the top.
They still followed the original path of the wooden stairs back, and Chen Zhi had carefully observed the entire journey.
This Danxuan walked very lightly indeed, and there was no sound at all when he stepped on those old wooden ladders.
In this way, they were brought back to the ground by Danxuan and entered the abbot's private tea room.
This is not the first time they have come here. Since the death of Master Pu Hang, there have been more decorative colors in this house.
Danxuan is different from Master Puhang in that he will not make his tea room look too simple and thin.
There are some decorations with a strong Buddhist flavor hanging on the walls here. These decorations are very rare. Some of them are Buddhist beads and Buddha statues that are considered national treasures.
Danxuan let the three of them into the tea room and asked them to sit on the futon in front of the low table.
He was not in a hurry to speak. He sat down and poured tea for them.
Danxuan's movements were slow and unhurried, as if all the time in the world belonged to him.
Fat Wei was extremely anxious. This Buddhist place made him uncomfortable.
Finally, when Danxuan finished pouring the tea, Fat Wei was about to ask.
At this time, Chen Zhi received a message.
It was a picture sent directly through the Internet, and when Chen Zhi saw the picture on his mobile phone, his face suddenly darkened.
Then he frowned and looked up at Danxuan.
"Master Danxuan, let's not play such meaningless tricks..."