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

Chen Zhi once read a modern version of Journey to the West. Tang Monk took his three disciples from thousands of miles to the holy land of the West and brought back thousands of volumes of scriptures. Those scriptures were compiled into volumes, and each one was like a book.

Chen Zhi thought that was what ancient scriptures looked like, but now he saw the most primitive Buddhist scriptures in the West. Chen Zhi realized that the most primitive ancient Indian scriptures were folded vertically into the shape of folds, and then placed in precious metal boxes, piece by piece, or rolled into the scroll.

There are also some extremely precious fragments of the scriptures that are placed in a gold-intacted crystal tube, poured into liquid, crystal clear and preserved very finely.

There were tall shelves in the whole room from the ground to the top, and there were neat collections of scriptures inside. I wonder why those scriptures were emitting a unique brilliance, making people feel that the most sacred thing in the world is like this!

"People only know that the scriptures are passed down from generation to generation, but they do not know that what is passed down from generation to generation is actually human words..."

Monk Danxuan said with a faint smile,

"All scriptures were written in ancient Indian when they came back from the West. In order to prevent mistranslation of Buddhism, Master Xuanzang tried his best to reprint the most primitive Buddhist scriptures day and night, but it is still inevitable that they will miss it~~~

Don’t you know that even the most primitive Dharma actually has some differences? The Buddha Shakyamuni smiled with flowers and said the truth in his mouth, and how many speculations and modifications have been made in later generations…”

"Okay, Master~~~~",

Chen Zhi suddenly interrupted Dan Xuan and said:

"This is all your Buddhist business!

We are all secular people, and we dare not speculate too much about Buddhist affairs. When we are here on this trip, please take us to find that sage!”

"Amitabha!"

Dan Xuan clasped his hands together and said, "

That zichu was brought back by Master Xuanzang from the Western Regions. It was later stored in Tianfa Temple. After several vicissitudes, most of it has withered, leaving only this one.

Once my mentor sent this zichu to a private bank for custody. Later, my mentor's master asked a dream at night, saying that he did not want anything in the secret room to leave this place, so he ordered my mentor to take the zichu back.

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

"Master, what you said is too lingering!"

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

"This is a dream in the middle of the night. This place is very cautious. If you say this, I feel cold in my heart..."

When Fat Wei said this, he immediately realized that he had lost his words and hurriedly stopped his mouth and turned around.

"No, I mean, Master, don't keep it in silence...

This place is gloomy and we can't stay for long.

Where is your crap? Take it to us quickly, we will thank you very much! Don’t make a puzzle for us anymore!”

"Haha, donor don't have to be impatient. I will take you in here..."

After Dan Xuan finished speaking, he walked a distance. It turned out that there was a small wooden secret door on the dark wall in front of him. Because of the dim light, he didn't pay attention just now. Now when he looked closely, the small door looked dilapidated, with thick iron chains hanging on it and a small lock.

After Danxuan walked there, he found the keys from his arms, took out a handful of extremely small ones, stuffed them into the black lock, twisted it gently, and opened it.

Then Dan Xuan pushed open the old wooden door with a light force with both hands.

"Crazy~~~", the wooden door suddenly splashed everywhere and slowly opened~~

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

In the middle of the dark room is a circular meadow. The meadow has long been unable to see its original shape, and it has become a dilapidated substance.

But there was a low table on the meadow, with a copper oil lamp, a pen, ink, paper and ink, and a black mummy was lying on it.

The bones had long been atrophy. The muscles and skin on their bodies had turned brown and black, and they were glued to the wooden table. It was obvious that they had been dead for a long time.

But there were still some broken textile fragments on the bones, holding a string of Buddhist beads in their shriveled hands, but the red gold robes on the body were still as beautiful as new after so many years of dust, as gorgeous as the morning glow in the sky, with golden silk flickering and brilliant jewelry, which was simply incredible!

The head of the corpse was tilted to the table, and there was no facial features on the face. There was a five- Buddha crown on the other end.

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

The Buddha crown is the crown of monks. When the Buddhist Tantric masters and preside over the presidency, the abbot will wear a crown that symbolizes the Five Wisdom Tathagata. There are five transformations of Buddhas in the center of the crown to represent the perfect virtue of the Five Wisdoms. Only monks with extremely high status are qualified to wear it.

At this time, the corpse was wearing a crown, which proved that this monk must have a high status during his lifetime. He might be the abbot here, or a Taoist monk with a higher status than the abbot, but such monks seemed to pass away and be buried. How could he abandon his corpse here...

"That..., that Master Danxuan!"

After seeing this scene, Pang Wei couldn't help but feel a little cramped on his legs.

"Don't tell me that the legendary Master Xuanzang is lying on the table!

If this is the case, I can't accept it...

You said, should I kneel down and kowtow right now? Or why?”

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

Chen Zhi frowned and said:

"It is recorded in history...

On the ninth day of the first lunar month, Xuanzang was seriously ill and passed away at midnight on February 5. More than one million people from the government and the country were buried with his spiritual bones in Bailuyuan. In 669, the second year of the Tang Dynasty, the court rebuked him at the Xingjiao Temple in Huguo, the Tang Dynasty. Emperor Suzong also wrote the word "Xingjiao" on the tower for the pagoda.

There is basically no error in the record of such large-scale events...

Moreover, even if this record is not true, with Xuanzang's identity at that time, it would not be possible that he would die in the cellar like this. Who belongs to this mummy?

Why do you die so miserably in such high-level clothes…”

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

Dan Xuan first bowed to the mummy, then twisted the Buddhist beads and said:

"The Tianfa Temple has been passed to me for hundreds of generations!
Chapter completed!