Chapter 977 Bloody Handprint
In this world, there is still the concept of burial. Only some monks are willing to be cremated, and Taoist priests also like to be buried.
But to be honest, cremating someone is not that easy.
After all, this is just firewood, not a corpse cremator. The temperature is not high enough and the burning time is not long enough. You have to throw dry firewood into it while burning.
And the smell of the scene is also quite awesome. Li Chengqi can always see the emoji bubbles like (＞﹏＜) appearing on the side of Yang Yiyi's head, which represent discomfort. It is probably very difficult to resist.
But the monks around him were still chanting sutras, and it was even harder for Yang Yiyi to show off.
To be honest, watching a person being cremated is actually not a good thing to watch.
The skin and flesh will first turn black and scorch, and the oil will slowly overflow under the high temperature, and then be ignited by the flames, making the whole person look like a torch.
Then it began to shrink, and the moisture was baked away by the flames, shrinking smaller and smaller, turning into a skeleton-like shape.
It is actually very difficult to burn ashes. The temperature is simply not high enough. Even if a modern crematorium is used up, there will still be a lot of bones.
So after burning, the bones had to be picked up and smashed, and the ashes were collected and stuffed into jars.
Just imagine this process, it feels very difficult.
Princess Mingzhu said she wanted to see the host off, but in the final analysis she simply had never seen a burning person and wanted to see it.
——This is also her usual style.
After all, burials are popular and cremations are rare. Princess Mingzhu regards this as a good opportunity to open her eyes.
Because once burned by a fire, no matter how kind-hearted a person is, he will become ferocious and terrifying. Princess Mingzhu chose to cover her eyes during the whole process, but she did not cover them completely, and she exposed her slit to watch the whole process.
I don’t know what she was covering up.
In short, after the fire is extinguished and a monk goes up to collect the ashes, the rest is put into jars and sent to the back mountain pagoda.
It seems that the presiding officer is not profound enough in Buddhism. Anyway, Li Chengqi did not see any legendary relics.
Anyway, after the people were burned, the funeral was over. Master Xuanbei happened to tell Princess Mingzhu to choose a good day in two days to hold the blessing ceremony. But before he could say anything, he saw the welcoming monk groaning. I ran all the way here, out of breath.
"Why are you so alarmed?"
The welcoming monk took out a letter and handed it to Xuan Bei without even taking a breath.
The front of the letter looked normal, but there was a bloody handprint on the back, which was shocking to anyone who saw it.
Xuanbei's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he hurriedly asked:
"Who sent it?"
The welcoming monk took a few hard breaths and finally regained his breath:
"On the eaves of the gate, I just opened the door and went out to inform the pilgrims that the temple is temporarily closed. As soon as I opened the door, it fell down."
The gate of Jingci Temple is not short, and it is impossible to put the letter up without some light skills.
Several monks of Xuan Bei's generation noticed the movement and came over. When they saw the letter in Xuan Bei's hand, they all had different reactions.
Some frowned, some bowed their heads, and some had expressionless faces, as if they knew what the letter was about.
"Master Xuanbei, what happened?"
Something happened. Why is Princess Mingzhu, who likes to join in the fun, missing? She immediately approached him and asked.
Xuan Bei's expression changed, but when the princess asked him, he still said as calmly as possible: "It's just some pranks. Some people don't like Jingci Temple."
This was obviously prevarication. Just as Princess Mingzhu was about to ask more questions, another welcoming monk ran over out of breath.
"It's not good! Someone is calling!"
Not to mention what happened with the letter, Princess Mingzhu's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard the words of the welcoming monk.
Okay, there's something fun to watch again.
–‐‐——–‐‐‐ Princess Mingzhu is a typical person who doesn’t mind watching the excitement. Anyway, she is idle, and I just like to watch the excitement.
But as the bustling Jingci Temple, I obviously don’t like it...
The host master here didn't even pick up all the bones, but someone actually knocked on the door over there.
The grief-stricken monks had nowhere to vent their evil fire. When they heard that someone was making trouble, they all ran away very fast.
Princess Mingzhu wanted to watch the fun, so she ran very fast. Seeing this, the imperial guards also hurriedly chased after her, for fear that something might happen to this little aunt.
Naturally, Yang Yiyi and the others had to follow quickly. It was really rare for someone to kick the door of the temple.
"Don't be impulsive later."
Taking advantage of the chaos, Li Chengqi said to Yang Yiyi:
"There's something weird about Jingci Temple."
"Brother Li, do you see anything?"
"The presiding master named Xuanzang did not die of natural old age. He died by severing his own meridians."
While it was burning just now, Li Chengqi right-clicked and opened it. In the description column, it clearly said 'died by severing his meridians'.
Let's be honest, we are all in the martial arts world. It is impossible for a group of eminent monks at Jingci Temple not to be able to detect something as simple as whether a person died by severing his own meridians.
But what did Master Xuanbei say?
He only said that the abbot had passed away, and that birth, aging, illness and death were unavoidable. He deliberately avoided the cause of the abbot's death, making Yang Yiyi and the others think it was natural old age and death.
Monks don't lie, but they don't say what they ask.
And obviously, this matter was hidden from most of the monks in the temple, otherwise everyone shouldn't have only sadness on their faces.
Li Chengqi estimated that the monks of the Xuan generation should have known about it, but everyone chose to conceal it. There must be a story in it.
And just at this time, someone knocked on the door. It was a coincidence to say it was a coincidence.
In short, this matter has nothing to do with Yang Yiyi. Li Chengqi warned her that even if she was blamed for any bad thing, she had to look at the situation first and not be used as a weapon.
Approaching the door, you could vaguely hear the sound of someone fighting, accompanied by a few screams.
Before Yang Yiyi could see clearly who was causing trouble, she heard a roar like thunder:
"Go away! I'm not looking for you!"
The monks in the temple should be trying to stop the troublemakers, but they don't seem too optimistic.
"Tell this bastard abbot of Jingci Temple to come out! I'm here to pay him a debt!"
Yang Yiyi's body movements were fast, and he rushed up to the roof in a swish, flew over, and finally arrived at the door.
A group of monks could be seen surrounding someone. Several monks were knocked to the ground and were being dragged back by other monks.
And the guy who caused the trouble really doesn't look like a good person at first glance.
He had a big beard, a face full of flesh, and was dressed in rags and linen clothes. He looked no better than a beggar. He had a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and he cursed Jingci Temple. He didn't forget to pour a few sips into his mouth from time to time.
But this man's strength is extremely amazing. As long as a monk tries to lock him up, he will be dispatched with two or three strikes. Just like what is written in many martial arts novels, with a wave of his hand, seven or eight big men will retreat in succession.
In other words, it is not that the strength is amazing, but that the internal force is extremely deep. The monk who was swept away was completely knocked down by the internal force.
(End of chapter)