Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 977 Blood Handprint
The 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, this is just firewood, not a crematorium. The temperature is not high enough and the burning time is not long enough. You have to throw dry firewood into it while it is burning.

And the atmosphere on the scene was also quite awesome. Li Chengxi could always see emoji bubbles like this (＞﹏＜) representing discomfort appearing next to Yang Yiyi's head. It must be very difficult to bear.

But the monks around were still chanting, and Yang Yiyi couldn't show it, which made it even more difficult.

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

The skin and flesh will first turn black and burnt, 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 began to shrink, the moisture was baked out by the flames, and it shrank smaller and smaller until it looked like a skeleton.

It is actually very difficult to burn bones into ashes because the temperature is simply not high enough. Even if a modern crematorium is used to burn the body, there will still be a large amount of bones.

So after burning, you have to pick up the bones and smash them, and collect the ashes together and put them into a jar.

Just imagine this process, it feels very difficult.

Princess Mingzhu said that she wanted to see the host off, but in fact she had never seen a person being burned before and wanted to take a look.

——This is her usual style.

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

Because of the fire, even the most kind-looking person would become hideous and terrifying. Princess Mingzhu chose to cover her eyes during the whole process, but she did not cover them completely, leaving a gap so that she could watch the whole process.

I don't know why she was covering it up.

In short, after the fire was extinguished, monks went up to collect the ashes, and the rest was put into jars and sent to the pagoda on the back mountain.

It seems that the abbot's knowledge of Buddhism is not profound enough. In any case, Li Chengxi did not see any legendary relics.

Anyway, the body was cremated and the funeral was over. Master Xuan Bei had just told Princess Mingzhu that they 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, gasping for breath.

"Why are you so alarmed?"

The welcoming monk took out a letter and handed it to Xuan Bei without even catching his breath.

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

Xuan Bei's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he asked hurriedly:
"Who sent it?"

The welcoming monk took a few deep breaths and finally managed to catch his breath:
"It was on the eaves of the main gate. I just opened the door to inform the pilgrims that the temple is temporarily closed, and it fell down as soon as I opened the door."

The gate of Jingci Temple is not low, and it is impossible to put the letter up there without some martial arts skills.

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

Some frowned, some bowed their heads and said "Amitabha", and some had a blank expression on their faces, seeming to know what the letter was about.

"Master Xuanbei, what happened?"

Something happened, how could the eager Princess Mingzhu be missing? She immediately went up to ask.

Xuan Bei's expression changed, but facing the princess' question, he still tried to speak in a calm tone:
"It's just some pranks. Some people just don't like my Jingci Temple."

This was obviously an excuse. Princess Mingzhu was about to ask further questions when another monk came running over, breathless.

"Oh no! Someone is coming to attack us!"

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

Great, there's something exciting to watch again.

–‐‐——–‐‐——Princess Mingzhu is a typical person who enjoys watching the fun. I have nothing to do anyway, so I just love to watch the fun.

But as a lively Jingci Temple, it obviously doesn't like...

The bones of the host master have not been picked up yet, and someone knocked on the door over there.

The monks were filled with grief and anger and had no place to vent their anger. When they heard that someone was causing trouble, they all ran away as fast as they could.

Since Princess Mingzhu wanted to watch the fun, she ran very fast. Seeing this, the palace guards hurriedly chased after her, fearing that something might happen to the little girl.

Naturally, Yang Yiyi and the others had to hurry up and catch up. It was really rare to see someone kicking the door of a temple.

"Don't be impulsive later."

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

"There's something strange about Jingci Temple."

"Brother Li, did you see anything?"

"The abbot named Xuanzang did not die of natural causes. He died from severing his meridians."

When the fever was just coming, Li Chengxi right-clicked and took a look. In the description column it clearly said 'died from severing his own meridians'.

Let's be reasonable. We are all martial artists. It is impossible for the monks in Jingci Temple to fail to check such a simple thing as whether a person died from severing his meridians.

But what did Master Xuan Bei say?

He only said that the abbot had passed away, and added that birth, aging, sickness and death are inevitable. He deliberately avoided the cause of the abbot's death, making Yang Yiyi and the others believe that he died of natural causes.

Monks do not tell lies, but they also do not say whatever you ask.

And it was obvious that this matter was kept secret from most of the monks in the temple, otherwise there would not be only sadness on everyone's faces.

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 just at that moment someone knocked on the door, it was too much of a coincidence.

In short, this matter has nothing to do with Yang Yiyi. Li Chengxi warned her that even if she was asked to take all the blame for everything, she should be a hero and look at the situation first, so as not to be used as a gun by others.

Near the gate, one could faintly hear the sound of people fighting, accompanied by a few screams.

Before Yang Yiyi could see who was causing the trouble, she heard a roar like thunder:

"Get lost! I'm not looking for you!"

It should be that the monks in the temple want to stop the troublemakers, but it seems not optimistic.

"Tell that damn abbot of Jingci Temple to come out! I'm here to collect my debt from him!"

Yang Yiyi was very agile and she quickly jumped onto the roof, flew over and finally reached 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.

And the guy who caused the trouble didn't seem like a good person at first glance.

He had a big beard, a face full of flesh, and was dressed in rags and linen clothes. He looked no better than a beggar. He had a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and he cursed the Jingci Temple while pouring a few sips of wine into his mouth from time to time.

But this man had incredible strength. Whenever a monk tried to lock him up, he would easily defeat them in two or three moves. Just like what was written in many martial arts novels, he would just wave his hand and seven or eight big men would retreat one after another.

Or it could be said that it was not his amazing strength but his extremely deep internal strength. The monk who was swept away was completely knocked down by his internal strength.

(End of this chapter)