Tian Sanjiu covered his wound and shouted: "Bao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure held the seat in front of him and rushed forward quickly.

The crossbow is not continuous. Master Xing takes the bow and retreats, running and lifts the strings.

"Yunfeng!"

Brother Yu exerted force on his waist and sat down and smashed it backwards.

The chair was smashed into pieces, and Brother Yu quickly untied my rope, pushed me and ran towards the warehouse gate.

The crossbow arrow was lifted, and looking at the red eyes rushing towards him, Master Xing raised his hand and shot.

The crossbow shot into the seat of the car and was stuck by a sponge.

Just hear "bang!"

It was like a tank rushing over, with red eyes pressing against the seat and knocking the old man out for several meters.

"Sit down."

Brother Yu pushed me into the co-pilot of Tian Sanjiu's car.

He stepped on the accelerator and knocked over a row of empty oil barrels piled at the warehouse door. Brother Yu quickly turned the steering wheel and turned around. With the harsh sound of tire friction, the car rushed out.

There was too much noise in the warehouse. Many workers in the southern area noticed that at the entrance of the factory, a security guard stood in the middle of the road with a flashlight, waving desperately to stop the car.

Brother Yu's face was solemn, and the accelerator on his feet was not loosened, so he rushed over. The security guard was so scared that he quickly dodged to the side, and his hat fell to the ground.

More than ten minutes after leaving the Second Cotton Factory, the vehicle was driving on the road at a constant speed. Brother Yu looked at the rearview mirror from time to time.

"What's going on with Brother Yu?"

"Did you hear it? What did Tian Sanjiu just say? He was so embarrassed that he knew about it?"

Brother Yu looked at the road, turned his head to look at me, and said as he opened it, "The plan for Jack Head is wrong. Jack Head and Tian Sanjiu didn't expect that Wang Xinggui would be so ruthless. I agreed to talk to Jack Head every four hours. I was tied up to the evening since the afternoon and it had exceeded the agreed time, so Jack Head knew that something must have happened to us and took action in advance."

I haven't reacted yet, and I heard Brother Yu say again:

"Sorry, Yunfeng, it's just a matter of hiding it from you, because according to the original plan, I drove the Iron Buddha and left directly after I succeeded. Now the situation is in chaos, and it seems that it's not possible."

"Brother Yu, what do you mean... When you promised to make this vote with Tian Sanjiu, was it for the sake of giving up? Not for one million?"

Brother Yu shook his head and said, "Yes, not."

"Don't think about it anymore, you're messing around, I'll take you to see you now."

......

Brother Yu drove for nearly two hours and finally stopped behind a three-story building on the side of the road.

This should be a self-built house. The couple sells breakfast on the first floor, the second floor is a chess and card room that is open all night, and the third floor is a place for rent.

The door of the chess and card room on the second floor is brightly lit and the sound insulation is not good. You can still hear the noise of playing mahjong in the house so late.

Brother Yu took me to the third floor, walked to the end of the corridor, and knocked on the door of Room 307.

"who?"

An alert voice came from the room, and I heard this sound a little familiar.

"Open it, it's me."

With a creak, the door opened.

Douyazi looked out carefully.

"Grass! When did you come here!" I said in surprise.

When he saw that it was me and Brother Yu, Douya laughed and opened the door and pulled me in.

He leaned out and looked at the corridor, and then locked the door again after confirming that there was no one.

There is heating in the room, which is very warm. Xiaoxuan is holding a remote control of the TV in her hand and is soaking her feet to watch TV.

"Xiaoxuan?"

"Yunfeng, you are back," Xiaoxuan looked at me and smiled.

What did I say about this? When did you come? Why didn’t you tell me about it?

"No, come out."

The toilet door opened, covered his head and walked out with his stomach, his face a little bad.

"Yunfeng is here, sit down. Don't buy the pork buns downstairs. It's really a pity to eat them."

I sat down and asked about the specific situation.

I put my head in a cup of hot water on the table, and then I slowly told me the whole story.

It turned out that when Tian Sanjiu gave up the cultural relics of Binta underground palace, he felt something was wrong with his head. He asked Brother Yu and I to help Tian Sanjiu. After learning that the main target was cast iron Buddha, he realized that something was wrong with his head.

I had the ability to see it at that time, but I couldn't reach the level of Towada Miku.

Everything has value.

National treasures are priceless. This sentence is for cultural relics workers and for tomb robbers, everything has a price.

As long as you pay for the money, Siyang Fangzun dares to sell it to you.

In the eyes of the head, the cast iron Buddha was cast by monks from the original Iron Buddha Temple. More than 40 were made in a batch that year. In terms of craftsmanship, materials, scarcity, and status, they are not as good as the Western Xia Lingwu Tears Buddha, nor are they as good as the Ashoka Pagoda and the Crystal Relic Pagoda in the Binta Underground Palace. The latter's cultural relics are all first-class.

Tian Sanjiu gave up on his good deeds and turned to seek recklessness. In addition to being afraid of being investigated, more importantly, the cast iron Buddha may not be an ordinary cast iron Buddha.

Maybe it is a physical Buddha.

He guessed that Tian Sanjiu deliberately kept it from the truth. Only the physical Buddha is worth his efforts.

At this time, Dou Yazai interrupted, "Hey Fengzi, we are not idle. We went to Baishui Town, Hanzhong to see the Iron Buddha Temple Pagoda that has been preserved to this day. We found evidence."

"What evidence?" I asked Douyazai.

Douyazai said proudly: "Don't panic, do you know what a physical Buddha is?"

I shook my head and said I didn't know.

Douyazi shouted: "It's terrible to have no education. Let me tell you, Fengzi, this physical Buddha is a physical Buddha. Do you understand?"

Xiaoxuan had washed her feet and put on plush slippers. She laughed and said, "You are really a cultural person. If you say it, it means you don't say it."

So what is this physical Buddha that can match the Ashoka Pagoda?

In Buddhism, this thing should be called a whole-body relics, which is a holy object that has exceeded the scope of cultural relics.

If you don’t believe it, you can go to museums all over the country to see it, but there are not. Most of the relics in your body are placed in temples and caves, such as Mount Wutai.

This should be the way.

In the past, a monk who ate vegetarian food and practiced meditation all year round, resulting in very little oil and dirt in his body. The monk could sense his death in advance. In the previous month, he usually did not eat and only drank a small amount of fresh water every day to maintain his life.

After the monk passes away, he will maintain a cross-legged meditation posture.

Here we have two steps, one is to remove the internal organs, and the other is to remain as it is completely motionless.

Then the disciples carried the monk's body to the cylinder. This kind of cylinder is not an ordinary water tank, but a kind of pottery specially customized with black pottery.

The bottom of the jar is covered with fine charcoal, and a layer of quicklime powder is placed, separated by pine boards. Finally, the monk's body is placed in the jar and sprinkled with a special spice powder (a spice with a mysterious formula).

Cover and press the stone.

After a person dies, the corpse will drip water, and the corpse will be sucked dry by charcoal and lime.

I just don't touch him, remember the days and let them go for three years.

Open the cylinder on time after three years.

If it is broken, it means that you have failed and you have not become a Buddha.

If the body is intact and not rotten, it means that the master has become a Buddha.

At this time, the craftsman used molds to make gypsum board to wrap his body, and then used ramie clamping method to fill it with copper water or iron, and a full body relics of the Buddha will be prepared.

Who wants this kind of full-body relics? Can they be sold? How much is it worth?

As far as I know, there are many people in the coastal areas that usually make the Buddhas of flesh and blood and have their names and surnames during their lifetime.

Selling this is illegal and it is very taboo. You may get retribution for karma, but... Once you take action, it will be a sky-high price.

It is said that if an ordinary family offers relics throughout their body, they can receive great blessings, and this blessing is.
Chapter completed!