Chapter 101: Gold Dust Corpse

Grandpa said that the monk did not tell him such details at that time.

The monk said, "Those who answer this lower link can enter the cave room." ”

"Into the cave room?" Grandpa only learned about Bao Gongqiao's joint case after leaving the Cigarette Temple, so it was a natural reaction to feel surprised at the time.

The monk said, "I can only point to it, your father must have his own reason for leaving these seven words." There is a description of ghost prostitutes in the "Hundred Arts". I've had some magic conversations with your father, and I've had the chance to see that book. ”

"Hi ......" the monk let out a long sigh, stopped talking, and hung his head.

When Grandpa called him again, he couldn't answer. A person next to him pushed the monk, but he didn't move like a stone statue, and he was as cold as a stone statue. The man gasped and put his finger under the monk's nose.

"There's no breath left. How do you say that death is death? The man said.

Grandpa said sadly: "Master monk, you can't just die like this. We haven't found the second half of the ancient book yet, and although I promised you to hunt ghost prostitutes, I don't have the second half of the book, and I'm not sure of victory. In case we can't find it, can you go back with confidence? You're going to die until we find that book. ”

The monk had a cold expression on his face, and flies were crawling up and down his nose.

Grandpa said to the monk who had no signs of life: "If I can't find the book by then, and you can go back with peace of mind." Who do I go to for help? You have helped countless people in your life, and you can be described as a complete merit. But before he died, he handed over an uncertain thing to me, and you left like this, and you can't feel at ease on the Huangquan Road. ”

"He's dead. What's the use of that? The person next to him comforted his grandfather.

Suddenly, the fly on the monk's nose was startled, and it flapped its wings and flew to the incense table where the copper tripod was placed.

"Okay. I'll wait for you to find the ancient book. The monk slowly tilted his lowered head as if he had just taken a nap.

Everyone was so frightened that they retreated and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost now?" ”

The monk said weakly, "You can touch my breath." ”

A man timidly walked to the monk, and stretched out a finger in front of the monk's nostril. The man didn't seem to believe the touch of his fingers, tilted his head sideways and thought for a while, and said slowly, "Sure enough, I was breathing." The hearts of others were put down.

"Why are you alive again?" One asked in a trembling voice.

"Oh. I heard his words and felt that it made sense. All my life, I have pursued magic arts, chanting sutras, saving people and exorcising ghosts, and I have done my best to complete my merits. But it's really not good to let the last thing be in your heart when you are dying. Send the Buddha to the west, I haven't seen the Buddha to the west, how can I leave? "The monk was already struggling to speak, and his pitch was high and low.

Grandpa's words were originally just a casual feeling, but he really called the monk back, and he really admired the power of the monk's magic in his heart.

Monks and Taoists who are highly advanced in the Tao can generally predict their own lifespan and blessings and misfortunes. But there is a big difference in how they use the magic technique, especially when it comes to themselves. Monks pay attention to the emptiness of the five major arts, and generally do not need to learn the magic to prolong life, and pursue the consummation of merit after death. The Taoist priest pays attention to self-cultivation, has a strong sense of purpose, and strives to use what he has learned in his life to resist natural aging and try his best to prolong his life. The monk and the crooked Taoist just happen to be the proof of each. This is also the reason why one of them is yang and the other is ghostly. But there are special circumstances where they may go against their original intentions.

Grandpa said that there was another reason for the monk to come back. For hundreds of years, the Xiangyan Temple has been a single transmission, and after the death of the master, the apprentice has to arrange the master's funeral. After the death of the master, it is not allowed to be buried in the soil, but the corpse is brushed with a layer of gold dust, placed in the posture of the master before he died, and placed in the Hall of Merit. Gold dust is just the name of the Dharma, and in fact it is brass powder.

The merit hall of the Xiangyan Temple never allows outsiders to enter, but there are not a few people who peep secretly when burning incense and worshiping the Buddha. It is said that there are more than a dozen corpses inside, because every year the living monks have to brush the dead monks with gold dust, so all of them are shining, not inferior to the stone Buddha and Bodhisattva in the main hall.

The body remained in intact condition with no signs of decomposition. Some monks kept smiling, some had sad faces, and some had serene faces, and now they seem to be similar to ordinary people's feelings. It was as if there were not corpses in the thick gold dust, but living people.

But when it came to this monk's generation, there was not a single disciple. In today's society, who wants to hand over their son to a monk who has no fixed property to learn magic arts? Even if someone wants to learn, they don't dare to come to the real thing, they just stop thinking.

The monk did not have an apprentice to arrange his funeral, so he naturally did not feel at ease to leave.

The monk said, "I will wait for you for seven more days at most, and within seven days you must find the ancient book, so that I can close my eyes in peace." When I die, you have to help me brush me with gold dust and place it in the Hall of Merit. Originally, outsiders were not allowed to enter the Hall of Merit, but who would have thought that there would be no successors below me? At that time, hundreds of people competed for my master's apprenticeship, and my master chose me. Now I can't even choose an apprentice ......"

Grandpa nodded in promise.

"Alright. Let's go. After the monk finished speaking, he closed his eyes and returned to his motionless state.

Grandpa, they stepped back and closed the open temple door. The door creaked and rubbed, and the knocker was rusty and the red paint peeled. There is a couplet on the door: "Birth is in the degree, and entry into the world is in the degree of people." ”

Back at Hong's house, Hong Chungeng saw that the matter was exposed, and he and the pretending monk had already escaped. Hong Dagang has a family and a room, so he can't run away, but he is cheeky, pretending to be nothing, and when he sees people, he looks up and is proud. The villagers were going to expel him out of the village, but his daughter-in-law knelt in front of the village chief's house for two days and two nights. When the villagers saw that he had children to support, they acquiesced to him staying. But later, once Hong Dagang teased his big wolf dog with a piece of meat, and the big wolf dog suddenly went crazy and bit Hong Dagang's life.

So the village said that Hong Dagang's lifeline was bitten off by a dog, and he could no longer show off his might in front of his daughter-in-law.

Hong Dagang heard the rumors, blushing and arguing with others. But the rumors spread farther and farther, and the people of more than a dozen villages in the radius had to laugh secretly when they saw Hong Dagang. Some jokingly asked him, do you have to learn how to squat when you pee?

Hong Dagang was angry for more than a month, and finally was knocked down by rumors, and his spirit collapsed, and when he saw someone, he took off his pants and took out the thing to show others, saying, look, look, has it been broken?