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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.

Ever since the Great War with the fiendish demons, the monk was talked about with relish. Whenever there was time, the people at the foot of the mountain would come up to feed the monk and even build him a place to live, a palace, and a training hall. Some villagers admired the monk's superb magic power, so they became his disciples.

Under the immersion of the medicinal plants, the monk seemed to have been reborn. He gave off a very saintly and elegant feeling, and people revered him even more. On festivals, people would go up the mountain to worship Buddha and burn incense.

Every time the monk finished his lessons with his disciples, he would treat the villagers at the bottom of the mountain whenever he had time. People started to spread that there was a living Buddha in the Nine Flower Mountain, and as time went by, the reputation of the monk spread far and wide.

However, it was a blessing in disguise, a parting from life and death. Decades later, the monk came to the end of his life. When he was out of oil, he gathered all his disciples and warned them not to take his body out of the vat after he passed away. This way, he would leave his real body behind, and as long as it remained intact, he would ensure that the Nine Flowers were eternally prosperous. After disbanding the disciples, the monk arranged for his disciples to help him pour the herbs he had cooked into a vat. After the monk undressed, he entered the vat and sat in meditation. The next day, when the disciples found the monk, the monk was already in the pot. On that day, all the disciples of Nine Flower Mountain recited Buddhist sutras for the ascetic monks. On that day, those who knew of the news shed tears of reluctance. After people received the news, they rushed to the mountain without rest in order to see the living Buddha for the last time. From that day on, the monk's farewell ceremony continued for several months. The sorrowful cries on the mountain did not stop for several months, all for the sake of saving the suffering Buddha.

"From then on, Nine Flower Mountain has become completely famous both at home and abroad, and many people came thousands of miles away to pay their respects to Buddha. The incense of Nine Flower Mountain has been passed down until this day, just like the monk who passed away in meditation said, as long as the real body is not destroyed, the incense of Nine Flower Mountain can be preserved for eternity."

Everyone was stunned by Zhang Song's perfect speech. They were completely immersed in the story Zhang Song had told them. So there was actually such a background in the Nine Flower Mountain. It seemed like they were too ignorant and ill-informed. They were curious. Why did Zhang Song know so much? However, everyone was strangely silent and no longer bothered to ask questions.

After Zhang Song finished telling this story, he let out a long sigh. He raised his head and looked up at the sky. His deep eyes looked through the blue sky, trying to see something through the vast and boundless sky. As for what he saw, no one knew. Perhaps even he himself did not know.

He stared at Zhang Song with a smile on his face, and that solemn and dignified look in his eyes seemed to want to see something from him. However, no one saw this, and even Zhang Song himself was immersed in this story, not noticing when this monk had appeared beside him.

After a long time, there was no movement. Zhang Song did not look at the crowd. He maintained his head high into the sky and continued, "Do you know why his real body was preserved so well despite hundreds of years having passed?" He looked like a Wentian, but everyone knew in their hearts that Zhang Song was asking them. They shook their heads naturally, indicating that they didn't know.

Zhang Song looked at Azure Sky and smiled to himself, maybe he had guessed that the crowd did not know the reason, so he did not wait for them to mention it, and explained, "Actually, after a person dies, they have to protect their corpse from rotting. It is not easy to say it is easy, but hard to say it is not difficult. After the first time he used that herb, he discovered that it had miraculous effects. Not only could it heal his injuries, it also strengthened his body, and if he took it for a long time, it could change the bones in his body, and even completely remove the poison from his internal organs. As a result, as his complexion gradually aged, the internal organs of his body did not age along with his complexion, but instead looked like a healthy young man. Actually, he already knew this at that time. He only lacked one external condition, and as long as the conditions allowed, he could preserve his appearance. He would not become a skeleton like ordinary people and eventually rot. Perhaps, perhaps it was just a coincidence that he had experienced something that reminded him of something. He thought of a way, and that is to seal himself away from the outside world, to keep himself in an oxygen-free environment, so that the external conditions can be met, and thus he gave birth to a real body that did not rot for a hundred years. " At this moment, Zhang Song thought of the thousand years of the ancients that were frequently reported on television these past few years. Perhaps, there was some similar principle between them.

Zhang Song unraveled the principle of the indestructible corpse, and it suddenly dawned on everyone that all of this was man-made, and it was not something like a corpse being deliberately left behind for the people to worship.