Under one person, I am Zhang Chulan’s brother

Chapter 52

"The body of Master Biaokong?" Xu Si was stunned, "Didn't your temple cremate Master Biaokong back then?"

Zhengjue pawed and shook his head: "Master is worried that after the cremation, if there is anything left that cannot be burned, it will be used as relics by people with ulterior motives and used to deceive the world.

So his old man told me that when he dies, he can just find a clean place around Vajra Temple and bury him on the spot.

However, there were very few monks in the monastery at that time, and the master left in a hurry, so no one else knew about it except me. "

Xu Si immediately showed embarrassment. If this was true, then he almost dug his master's grave just now.

And the villager who dug up the body of Master Biaokong was also terrified at the moment, and quickly knelt down on the ground and began to repent.

"Benefactor, don't be afraid." Zhengjue helped the villager up, "My master has passed away, and what remains is just a mortal figure. There is nothing to worry about. You just need to restore this field. The cause and effect are over.”

The villagers quickly thanked them and promised not to come here to farm again in the future.

"Since Master's body has been seen again, let's dig it out and find another place for burial."

A hoarse voice sounded behind everyone, Zhang Chuyi turned his head and found that it was Zheng Xing who had heard the news.

"If you keep Master here, it will be like wasting such a large piece of fertile land. I guess this is something Master and I don't want to see."

Zhengxing walked past Zhang Chuyi while talking. He saw the monk's expression was very indifferent, and his eyes were terribly empty.

Zhengjue was silent for a while after hearing Zhengxing's suggestion, and then nodded his head: "What the junior brother said is absolutely true, let the poor monk invite the master out."

"How can you let the host do it yourself!" Xu Si hurriedly stepped forward, "It's better to let the people from the company come."

"That's right, senior brother, how can you do a job in this cassock?" Zheng Xing also smiled sinisterly.

Zhengjue had a sullen face and said nothing.

From Zhengxing's words with a gun and a stick, Zhang Chuyi found that as a junior, Zhengxing was quite dissatisfied with his senior brother Zhengjue, and he didn't know why.

However, there are too many people at the moment, and this kind of matter cannot be directly pointed out. The most urgent thing is to transfer the body of Master Biaokong first.

It has been ten years since Master Biaokong passed away. Normally speaking, the bones have already been decomposed by the microorganisms in the soil.

Therefore, in order to avoid damage to the master, the employees responsible for the excavation used small shovels half an arm long, and dug the soil around the master's body very carefully.

The first thing to come out was the head of Master Kong.

What the villager dug up before should be the part of the master's forehead.

But when all the soil on it was cleared away, it was discovered that there was no mark on the head of the master, and it showed a dark golden color that rarely appeared on remains.

As the excavation progressed, Master Biaokong's entire head was finally seen again.

The scene that appeared in front of them made everyone's eyes widen in shock.

Master Kyo Kong's head should have been rotten, but there was no sign of damage. The master's face seemed as peaceful as sleeping. Except for the darkening of his skin, he was no different from a normal old man. He looked lifelike!
"Guaiguai Longdi Dong, Master Biao Kong has cultivated into a physical Buddha." Xu Si rubbed his chin in surprise, his eyes full of surprise.

"Flesh Buddha?" Zhang Chuyi was also taken aback for a moment, and then the information related to it came to mind.

According to Buddhist legends, some eminent monks with exquisite Buddhist teachings can die for several months after passing away, while their bodies remain incorruptible.

At this time, if the body is dried first, and then shaped with fragrant mud, iron leaves, and oil cloth, a physical Buddha can be obtained that can last for many years.

Like relics, fleshy Buddhas belong to the eminent monk Fashui, but the number of fleshy Buddhas is quite rare, and no more than one palm can be confirmed to be genuine.

Among them, there are two statues of flesh-body Buddha, one of which is exiled overseas and is collected and exhibited by the British Museum.

There is another statue in Nanhua Temple in Guangdong, and the physical body of this statue is the famous Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, Hui Neng!

Thousands of years have passed since the body Buddha of this divine monk was handed down to the present, but it still looks as fresh as new, and countless believers go to worship it every day.

However, compared with the above two flesh-body Buddhas, they are not a concept at all.

Master Biao Kong's body obviously had not been treated or protected in any way. It had been buried underground for a full ten years. After being dug out, no signs of decay could be seen.

This is not a fleshy body, it is simply a brass head and iron bones!
Xu Si couldn't help but sigh: "It is said that Master Bian Kong practiced the Diamond Sutra to a superb level. He was said to be invulnerable to weapons, water and fire. It seems that it is not a legend now."

"Can the human body really be cultivated to this level?" Zhang Chuyi looked at Master Biaokong's body with admiration and enthusiasm.

The reason for his admiration is because of Master Biaokong's unreasonable martial arts realm. As for his passion, it's because what he heard on Jigong's bed last night was the Diamond Sutra, and the martial arts he got was also a physical training method.

If nothing else happened, what he realized and what Master Biaokong realized at the beginning should be the same exercise.

Although he hasn't had time to practice it yet, what is certain is that this martial art can make the physical body reach a state of transcendence and sainthood.

Diamond Sutra, diamond is indestructible, just imagining that scene makes people yearn for it.

While Zhang Chuyi was in a trance, Master Biaokong's body had been dug out.

When he passed away, Master Kong Kong maintained his posture of meditating, but his head was lowered and his back was slightly stooped.

Although his body was covered with mud, the outlines of the muscles on his collarbone, sternum and arms were still clearly visible, shining brightly in the sunlight.

"I didn't expect that my King Kong Temple can produce a flesh-body Buddha." Zhengxing said suddenly, with a smile in his eyes: "This is really a rare happy event in my Buddhist school for decades. Such a sacred object should be enshrined in the temple Here, let the believers and pilgrims pay homage properly, brother, right?"

"Junior brother, I'm so embarrassed." Zhengjue's eyebrows were lowered with a sad expression, "Master has already passed away to bliss, so why bother with his body?"

Zheng Xing seemed to have heard some joke, and his shoulders trembled: "An eminent monk like Master should let the world know and see, besides, the emergence of a flesh-body Buddha in the King Kong Temple is a major event that can shock the world, and it can be exchanged for an unknown number of rewards." Heat, isn't this what you want?"

"If the younger brother insists on this, then the poor monk has no other opinions." Zhengjue showed a embarrassed expression, "I will hold a ceremony for the master in three days, and you can arrange the rest."

(End of this chapter)