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Zhang Song remembered reading in a book that he had read about the custom of Buddhism. In the book he remembered that when a Buddhist disciple passed away in meditation, his soul ascended to the west, leaving only his body. In order to prevent the corpse from rotting, the high monk would instruct his disciple to wait until he reached the path, then he would put his corpse in a jar and soak it.
Thinking about it, Zhang Song was even more sure that the real body of this hundreds of years ago's esteemed monk was inside this vat. Thus, he took a step forward and respectfully kowtowed three times towards the vat. Seeing Zhang Song like this, everyone was puzzled. They secretly asked each other, could it be that the real body of this old monk was not hidden in this extremely ordinary cylinder? They were slightly confused, but they respectfully kowtowed three times like Zhang Song did.
When everyone came out of the palace, Zhang Fangxia looked at Zhang Song in confusion. She asked what she had been wondering about earlier, ”Brat, why did you bow down to that vat just now? ”Could it be that the real body of the monk who became a monk hundreds of years ago was in that vat?”
Zhang Song lightly smiled at his sister Zhang Fangxia and said, ”Could it be that you still suspect?” ”Then why did you come to pay your respects?” Zhang Song stared at his extremely cute sister with great interest.
”I, I am bowing to you.” I, I am bowing to you. Zhang Fangxia embarrassedly explained.
”Oh, so that's how it is.” Zhang Song joked.
”Bro, to be honest, I'm not too sure either. Just explain it to me and sis to satisfy our little curiosity.” The one speaking was a youth who appeared to be only 14 or 15 years old. Although this youth was only 14 or 15 years old, he had developed very well. He was 1.8 meters tall, a little taller than Zhang Song. He was Zhang Song's aunt's child, Zhang Song's cousin.
Looking at his baby-like, curious older sister and younger brother, Zhang Song nodded and said, ”That's right. His real body was placed in that jar.”
After getting the answer, Zhang Fangxia and her brother suddenly realized something, but then they started to be puzzled. Zhang Fangxia continued to ask, ”According to you, if there's really a corpse in the tank, then why haven't it rotted for hundreds of years? Why is it placed in such a simple and crude cylinder again? ” His cousin nodded in agreement with his sister's doubts, because he had the same doubts as his cousin.
Looking at the two of them, Zhang Song felt a headache. However, he still patiently explained it to the two of them. At the side, everyone was also attentively listening. Zhang Song raised his head and looked at the majestic palace, and then raised his head to look at the blue sky, and organized his thoughts, his heart was calm like a river without waves, and he said in a gentle voice, ”According to legend, in a very long time, at that time, Jiuhua Mountain was still a primitive mountain range, and a young monk, in order to avoid the chaos of war, came to Jiuhua Mountain. One day, he coincidentally caught the monk who was walking down the mountain one day. He saw evil spirits dancing at the foot of the mountain, and the village was filled with a ghastly aura, so he made some calculations for the villagers at the foot of the mountain. If he didn't get rid of these evil spirits as soon as possible, within a month, the entire village would definitely die a horrible death. The ascetic monk had always been a kind person. With his kind heart, he wanted to save this disaster, so that the villages here would have the peace that they once had. Thus, the next day, early in the morning, he hurriedly went down the mountain to the village and found the village head. He told the village head everything and also told him his thoughts. The monk often came to this small mountain village, and the village chief knew him very well. Thus, the Village Head agreed with the monk's suggestion and accepted his plan. He gathered all of the able-bodied young men in the village together and discussed the method of exterminating the demon. The monk drew life saving talismans for everyone, and everyone waited for the night to come.
Very quickly, night came. The villagers were all nervous as they gathered together. Not long later, the howls of the demons and devils were like thunder, and a ghastly aura enveloped the entire mountain village. Under the command of the monk, everyone activated the formation they had set up during the day. With the formation activated, the monk charged into the formation first and started fighting with the demons and ghosts. The battle lasted for an entire night. When the first rays of sunlight shone on the land on the second day, all the monsters and monsters on the land died. The ascetic monk and many villagers destroyed all the ghosts and brought peace to the land. Under the jubilant cheers of the crowd, the monk said hello to the crowd and then dragged his exhausted body back up the mountain.
After returning to the mountain, the monk discovered that his body was invaded by the demonic energy. While he was meditating, he searched around the mountain for healing herbs. His efforts paid off, and one day, the monk found a herb on Sky Capital Peak. Thus, he soaked his body with this medicine every day. Over time, the monk would gradually recover and even resist the cold.