Chapter 977 Blood Handprint

This world still has the concept of resting in peace. Only some monks are willing to be cremated, and Taoists also like burial.

But to be honest, cremating a person is not that easy.

After all, it is just firewood, not a crematorium. The temperature is not high enough and the burning is not long enough. You have to throw dry firewood into it while burning.

And the smell at the scene is also quite awesome. Li Chengxi always sees such (＞﹏＜) emoticon bubbles representing discomfort appearing next to Yang Yiyi's head. It is probably hard to bear.

But the monks around are still chanting, and Yang Yiyi can't show it, which is even harder to bear.

To be honest, watching a person being cremated is actually not a good thing.

The skin and flesh will first turn black and burn, and the fat will slowly overflow under the high temperature, and then be ignited by the flames, and the whole person will be like a torch.

Then it will begin to shrink, and the moisture will be baked out by the flames, shrinking smaller and smaller, and becoming a skeleton-like shape.

It is actually very difficult to burn the ashes. The temperature is not high enough. Even if the modern crematorium is finished, there will still be a lot of bones.

So after burning, the bones have to be picked up and smashed, and the ashes are collected and stuffed into the jar.

Imagine this process, it feels very difficult.

Princess Mingzhu said that she wanted to see the host off, but in the end, she simply wanted to see it because she had never seen a person being burned.

——This is also her usual style.

After all, burial is popular and cremation is rare. Princess Mingzhu regarded this as a good opportunity to broaden her horizons.

Because of the fire, no matter how kind-looking a person is, he will become hideous and terrifying. Princess Mingzhu chose to cover her eyes during the whole process, but she didn't cover them completely, leaving a gap to watch the whole process.

I don't know why she covered her eyes.

In short, when the fire was extinguished, a monk went up to collect the ashes, and the rest was to put them into a jar and send them to the pagoda in the back mountain.

It seems that the host is not proficient in Buddhism. Anyway, Li Chengxi did not see the legendary relics.

Anyway, the body was burned, and the funeral was over. Master Xuanbei just told Princess Mingzhu that he would choose a good day in two days to hold the blessing ceremony, but before he could finish his words, he saw the welcoming monk trotting over, out of breath.

"Why are you so panicked?"

The welcoming monk took a breath and took out a letter and handed it to Xuanbei.

The front of the letter was normal, but there was a bloody handprint on the back, which was shocking.

Xuanbei's eyelids jumped when he saw this, and he asked hurriedly:

"Who sent it?"

The welcoming monk took a few breaths and finally took a breath:

"It's on the eaves of the gate. I just opened the door to inform the pilgrims that the temple is temporarily closed. As soon as I opened the door, it fell down."

The gate of Jingci Temple is not short. It is impossible to put the letter up without some light skills.

Several monks of the Xuan generation noticed the commotion and came over. When they saw the letter in Xuanbei's hand, their reactions were different.

Some frowned, some bowed their heads and said "Amitabha", and some had no expression on their faces, as if they knew what the letter was about.

"Master Xuanbei, what happened?"

If something happened, how could the fun-loving Princess Mingzhu be missing? She immediately came over to ask.

Xuanbei's face changed, but facing the princess's question, he still said in a calm tone:

"It's just some pranks. Some people don't like my Jingci Temple."

This was obviously an excuse. Princess Mingzhu was about to ask more, but another welcoming monk ran over breathlessly.

"Oh no! Someone is fighting!"

Regardless of what the letter was about, Princess Mingzhu's eyes lit up when she heard the welcoming monk's words.

Great, there's more fun to watch.

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Princess Mingzhu is a typical person who likes to watch the fun. She is free anyway, so she likes to watch the fun.

But as for the lively Jingci Temple, she obviously doesn’t like it…

The bones of the abbot here haven’t been picked up clean, and someone knocked on the door over there.

The monks were so angry that they had no place to vent their anger. When they heard that someone was making trouble, they ran away very fast.

Because Princess Mingzhu wanted to watch the fun, she also ran very fast. Seeing this, the palace guards also hurried to chase her, fearing that this little girl would have an accident.

Naturally, Yang Yiyi and the others had to catch up quickly. It was rare for someone to kick the door of the temple.

"Don't be impulsive later."

Taking advantage of the chaos, Li Chengxi said to Yang Yiyi:

"There is something strange about Jingci Temple."

"Brother Li, have you figured out anything?"

"The abbot named Xuanzang did not die of natural old age, but died of self-severing meridians."

Just now, when the fire was burning, Li Chengxi right-clicked and looked at it. In the description column, it clearly said 'death by self-severing meridians'.

Let's talk about reason. We are all martial artists. It is impossible for the monks of Jingci Temple to fail to check whether a person died of self-severing meridians.

But what did Master Xuanbei say?

He only said that the abbot had passed away, and said that birth, aging, sickness and death are inevitable, deliberately avoiding the cause of the abbot's death, making Yang Yiyi and others think that it was natural old age.

Monks do not lie, but they don't say whatever they are asked.

And it is obvious that this matter was kept secret from most monks in the temple, otherwise everyone's faces would not be filled with sadness.

Li Chengxi estimated that the monks of the Xuan generation should know about it, but everyone chose to conceal it. There must be a story behind it.

And it happened that someone came to the door at this time. It was a coincidence.

In short, this matter had nothing to do with Yang Yiyi. Li Chengxi warned her that she should take all the blame on herself. Even if she was a hero, she had to look at the situation first and not be used as a gun.

Near the gate, you could vaguely hear the sound of someone fighting, accompanied by a few screams.

Before Yang Yiyi could see who was making trouble, she heard a thunderous roar:

"Get out! I won't look for you!"

It should be the monks in the temple who wanted to stop the troublemakers, but it didn't seem optimistic.

"Call the abbot of the Jingci Temple out! I'm here to pay off my debts!"

Yang Yiyi was fast, and she jumped onto the roof in a flash, flew over, and finally arrived at the gate.

It can be seen that a group of monks seem to be surrounding someone, and several warrior monks have been knocked to the ground and are being dragged back by other monks.

The guy who caused the trouble did not look like a good person at first glance.

He had a big beard, a face full of flesh, and a ragged linen shirt, which looked no better than a beggar. He hung a wine gourd around his waist, and cursed Jingci Temple, and did not forget to pour a few mouthfuls from time to time.

But this man's strength was amazing. Whenever a warrior monk tried to lock him up, he would send him away with two or three strokes. Just like what was written in many martial arts novels, he waved his hand and seven or eight big men retreated one after another.

Or it could be said that this was not amazing strength, but extremely deep internal strength. The warrior monks who were swept away were completely knocked down by the internal strength.