Yoshihiro nodded, and continued: "After three years, if the cylinder is opened, if the body in the cylinder is not rotten or damaged, it proves that it has become the incorruptible body of King Kong." It will be enshrined in plastic gold for the monks and the world to worship! ”

"What if the body decomposes after the tank is opened?" Xia Yan asked.

Yoshihiro frowned and replied, "That proves that the cultivation of those who sit on the cylinder is not enough. The body will be cremated. ”

Xia Yan was silent for a long time. Pointing to the swarthy vat in front of him, he asked, "Who is in here?" Isn't there a clue? ”

Yoshihiro shook his head.

After a pause, Yoshihiro suddenly looked happy and said: "This temple has not produced a physical Buddha in the past three hundred years, if there can be a physical Buddha in this jar, then the incense of this temple will be even more prosperous!" ”

Xia Yanguo ignored his words, and then asked, "Are you the oldest in the temple now?" ”

Yoshihiro nodded.

"If you think about it again, are there any older people? Do they know anything about the people in this vat? ”

Yoshihiro lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly patted his head and said, "Oops, how did I forget?" My master is still alive and well! ”

"Your master?"

"Yes."

"You are over eighty years old, then your master should be ......"

"Although he is his master and raised him, he is actually only nineteen years older than me, and he has just turned 100 this year!"

"And where is he now?"

"He's at the nearby Faxing Temple."

"Why not in your temple?"

"Oh, this is where Master Pure Space is a brilliant person. After the year he was established, he gave up the position of abbot of the temple to me, and he went to open a new temple hundreds of miles away, continuing to promote Buddhism, and the position of the temple will be consolidated. ”

"Oh."

He nodded, skeptical.

"Can you bring your master to the void?"

"Yes!"

In the afternoon, the hundred-year-old monk was carried by several young monks.

As soon as he saw this big vat, the old monk immediately burst into tears. He patted the vat, howling and crying, while shouting: "Uncle Yuanjue, so you are here!" I'm finally seeing you again! ”

After crying for a long time, the monk ordered: "Open the cylinder!" ”

Several young monks stepped forward and used tools to open a crack in the vat.

A foul smell came over my face.

Everyone covered their noses.

Jingkong glanced at the tank, sighed, shook his head and said, "Poor Uncle has been cultivating all his life, but he has not cultivated into a physical Buddha!" ”

Xia Yanguo also glanced into the tank.

I saw a withered skeleton inside.

"Cremate your ancestors!" Clearance commanded.

The monks set up the chopping wood, lifted the dry skeleton out of the jar, and placed it on it. Ignite.

In the raging fire, the skeleton gradually turned to ashes.

Clear space, Yihong and all the monks, chanting the sutra together.

Xia Yanguo looked at this scene, he felt that something was wrong, but his thoughts were messy, and he couldn't catch any clues for a while.

"Isn't the physical Buddha a Buddha? Why do you still turn into a 'human' and do things? ”

Xia Yan thought about it and analyzed it carefully, but he really couldn't find the reason, this matter was beyond the scope of his common sense.

But now that the matter has been settled, it is time for him to go back.

But Monk Yoshihiro tried his best to stay, saying that it was getting late, and let Xia Yan stay for a night and leave tomorrow.

Xia Yan looked at it and saw that it was indeed late, so he stayed in Qinglian Temple.

Who knew that night, things suddenly changed again!

It's night. After dinner. The monks chanted together in the hall, surpassing the ancestors and others to burn the souls of the monks.

Jingkong also sits in the group of monks and recites sutras.

Suddenly, Xia Yanguo felt that the air in the main hall was cold.

He hurriedly looked up. This look is a terrifying scene.

He saw a white "humanoid" slowly squeezing out of the wall!

After a while, it was completely out. Like a translucent ghost, he stood there dumbfounded.

On the wall behind it, several more hands stretched out.

Several white figures squeezed out again.

They stood in a row, silently.

Then, walk together in front of the clearance.

With fear on his face, he screamed and fainted.

The white human figures turned into white powder and fell to the ground and disappeared.

Witnessing this strange scene, at that moment, Xia Yanguo's mind flashed with inspiration.

Xia Yanguo asked Yoshihiro to take him to the apse to pay homage to the twenty bodies of the Buddha, from the appearance, these Buddha statues are no different from ordinary Buddha statues, but on a Buddha statue that has been damaged for a long time and has not been repaired, Xia Yanguo saw the bones exposed inside, so he believes that the Buddha in the flesh is not a legend.

He carefully checked the production date on the lotus seat under the body of each incarnate Buddha, and asked Yoshihiro to take the inscriptions that recorded the experiences of these incarnate Buddhas to check, and came to a certain conclusion in his heart.

The next day, Natsuhiko asked Yoshihiro to gather the temple congregation. And brought the clearance.

The headroom is old, and with yesterday's fright, it is already dying. But he was carried over anyway.

"Dig up the walls! Keep digging down! ”

Xia Yanguo commanded the monks.

The monks took their tools and began to dig them up.

After a while, someone shouted:

"Oops! There's a big hole down there! ”

Someone else shouted:

"There's a lot of bottles and cans in there!"

Xia Yan said: "Let's all move out, those are the 'human forms' you see!" The reason why it is white is because it is ashes! ”

Everyone looked at him dumbfounded.

A quarter of an hour later, the bottles and cans were moved to the open space in front of the main hall.

Yoshihiro and the monks stood in a circle around Xia Yanguo.

"What's going on?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Xia Yanguo looked at the monks and said: "I'm just guessing now, I'll tell you for details, as for whether it's correct......" He glanced at the clear space, but at this time, the clear space closed his eyes and sat quietly, his expression was serene, and he seemed to be deaf to his words.

"The first incarnate Buddha of Qinglian Temple, out of the Tang Dynasty, is indeed a monk who attained the Tao, and after his death, his body did not dissolve, and he became the incorruptible body of King Kong. Qinglian Temple was originally a nameless small temple, because of this flesh Buddha and worshiped by the believers, so the incense is vigorous. Xia Yanguo said, "But as the years go by, the influence of the Flesh Buddha gradually fails. The incense of Qinglian Temple began to decline. At that time, there were more than 100 temple members, and there was a problem with eating. At this time, the abbot at that time should have thought of an idea......"

"Oh? What's the idea? ”

"Make a Buddha in the flesh!"

"Making a Buddha in the flesh?"

"Yes. Since people can't cultivate by themselves, then artificially create a 'flesh Buddha' to attract believers to worship and flourish incense. ”

"How can a physical Buddha be artificially created?"

"At that time, the abbot may have been proficient in medical science and human anatomy, and after trial and error, he finally mastered the secret technique of keeping corpses from decomposing for a long time."