In this boxy dark room, there are mountains of scripture scrolls everywhere, and the unique ink fragrance still remains~~

Chen Zhi once watched the modern version of Journey to the West, Tang Seng took three apprentices to the Western Heavenly Holy Land and brought back ten thousand volumes of scriptures, those scriptures were compiled into volumes, one by one like a book.

Chen Zhi thought that was what the ancient scriptures looked like, but now that he saw the most primitive Western Heavenly Buddhist scriptures, Chen Zhi knew that the original most primitive ancient Indian scriptures were all stacked vertically into the shape of folds, and then placed in precious metal boxes, one by one, or rolled into scrolls.

There are also some extremely precious fragments of scriptures, which have been placed in gold-encrusted crystal tubes, filled with liquid, crystal clear, and very finely preserved.

In the whole room, there are tall shelves from the floor to the top, and all of them are neatly placed in the collection of scriptures, and those scriptures do not know why? It exudes a unique brilliance that makes people feel like the most sacred thing in the world, nothing more than that!

"The world only knows that the scriptures and books have been handed down, but they do not know that what has been handed down is actually the ...... of human words",

Monk Danxuan smiled lightly and said,

"All the scriptures are ancient Indian when they come back from the western heavens, and the former Master Xuanzang has worked day and night to prevent mistranslation of the Dharma, trying his best to rip out the most primitive Buddhist scriptures, but it is still inevitable that there will be mistakes and omissions~~~

Don't you know that even the most primitive Buddhism is actually different, and how much speculation and modification have been made by Shakyamuni Buddha with a smile and the mantra in his mouth......

"Okay Master~~~~",

Chen Zhi suddenly interrupted Dan Xuan's words and said:

"It's all your own business!

We are all secular people, we don't dare to speculate too much about the affairs of Buddhism, this trip, or please take us to find the wolf! ”

"Amitabha!"

After hearing this, Dan Xuan clasped his palms together and said: "

The one was brought back by Master Xuanzang from the Western Regions, and was later stored in the Tianfa Temple, and most of it has withered after several vicissitudes, and only this one remains.

My mentor once sent this pill to a private bank for safekeeping, but then my mentor's master dreamed at night that he didn't want anything in the secret room to leave this place, and ordered my mentor to retrieve it.

So my mentor took the Bun Shu stored outside back to Tianfa Temple! ”

"Master, your words are too hanging!"

Fat Wei listened to it next to him, and he couldn't stand it anymore,

"This is still a dream in the middle of the night, this place is cautious enough, you still say this, my old upside-down heart is cold......"

When Fat Wei said this, he immediately realized that he had lost his words, and hurriedly closed his mouth and made a roundabout.

"No, I mean you don't sell it, Master......

It's a gloomy place, and we won't be able to stay long.

Where's that one of yours? Hurry up and give it to us, we thank you so much! Don't play any more pantomime puzzles! ”

"Hehe, don't be impatient, the poor monk will take you in......",

After Dan Xuan finished speaking, he walked forward for a distance, it turned out that on the dark wall in front of him, there was a small wooden secret door, because of the dim light, I didn't pay attention to it just now, but now if I look closely, the small door looks dilapidated, with heavy iron chains hanging on it, and a small lock.

After Dan Xuan walked there, he took out the bunch of keys from his arms, took out a very small one, stuffed it into the blackened lock, twisted it slightly, and opened it.

Then Dan Xuan gently pushed open the old wooden door with a slight force of both hands.

"Bang la~~~", the wooden door suddenly splashed dust and slowly opened~~

Behind the wooden door is a very narrow space, with a faint candle flame, and you can see a small dark room of less than 20 square meters.

In the middle of the darkroom was a circular meadow, which had long since lost its original shape, and had become dilapidated and condensed.

But on top of the meadow there was a low table with a copper oil lamp and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a blackened corpse was lying on it.

The skeleton had long since shrunk into shape, and the muscles and skin on its body had turned brownish-black, glued to the wooden table, and it was obvious that it had been dead for a long, long time.

But there are still some broken textile fragments on the skeleton, and a string of Buddhist beads is held in the shriveled hand, but the red gold silk robe draped obliquely on the corpse, after so many years of dust, is still as good as new, as gorgeous as the morning glow on the horizon, the gold filaments are shining, and the jewelry is brilliant, it is incredible!

The head of the corpse was on the table, and the facial features were no longer visible, and there was a crown of five Buddhas on the head.

After seeing this corpse, Chen Zhi and Fat Wei couldn't help but glance at each other, and then they were both silent......

The Buddha crown is the crown of the monks, and when the Buddhist tantric master, presiding officer, and abbot practice the Dharma, they will wear a crown that symbolizes the five wisdoms, and there are five Buddhas in the center of the crown, which is used to express the virtue of the perfection of the five wisdoms, and only the high-ranking monks are qualified to wear them.

At this time, this corpse wears a crown, which proves that this monk must have a high status during his lifetime, he may be the abbot here, or he may be a monk with a higher status than the abbot, but such a monk seems to be buried in a round and dead, how can the body be abandoned here......

"That ......, that Danxuan Master!" ，

After Fat Wei saw this scene, his legs couldn't help but cramp a little,

"Don't tell me, the one lying on the table is the legendary Grand Master Xuanzang!

If that's the case, I really can't accept it......

Say, I should kneel and prostrate right now? Or how to drop? ”

"Master Xuanzang shouldn't be here ......",

Chen Zhi frowned and said:

"It is recorded in the history books......

On the ninth day of the first month, Xuanzang was seriously ill, and passed away in the middle of the night of February 5, and more than one million mourners from the government and the opposition returned their bones to Bailuyuan. In 669, the second year of Tang Zongzhang, the imperial court was buried in the Tang Dynasty Huguo Xingjiao Temple, and Tang Suzong also inscribed the word "Xingjiao" for the relics pagoda.

There is basically no mistake in the account of such a large-scale event......

And even if this account is not true, with Xuanzang's identity at the time, it is impossible to leave it in the cellar and die like this, who is this dried corpse?

Why did you die so miserably while wearing such high-class clothes......"

"Amitabha, this is exactly what I want to ask the donor to answer!" ，

Dan Xuan first bowed to the dried corpse, then twisted the Buddha beads and said:

"Tianfa Temple has been passed down to me for hundreds of generations!

The corpse in this underground palace has always been the biggest secret of Tianfa Temple, and today, the poor monk no longer wants to watch this secret, the poor monk wants to know who this corpse has been handed down since ancient times............