Feel.

What made everyone even more weird was that there were actually densely packed jars placed under the Buddha statue.

"Look, not only the hot pot, but also the pickles are pickled." Yang Zixuan stepped forward half-jokingly, tore open the seal of a mud jar, and looked down.

But what he saw was a corpse sitting cross-legged inside.

Xu Tong came up and took a closer look. He reached out his hand and touched the jar. He shook his head and said, "It's not a corpse. It looks like a stone or clay sculpture."

Yang Guanjin and Wang Dui also came over, and after careful study, they found that it was indeed a clay sculpture.

And there was a dark solid liquid at the bottom of the jar.

"I heard that after the death of eminent Buddhist monks, their bodies should be sealed in clay sculptures and placed in jars for three years. This is called sitting on an altar. Could these jars be the corpses of those eminent monks?"

Yang Guanjin said thoughtfully.

"It's possible, maybe these monks picked off their own flesh, made it into corpse oil and poured it into jars to achieve some kind of anti-corrosion effect."

Yang Zixuan pointed to the dark oily object in the vat: "Maybe this is the secret of the success of those eminent monks in sitting on the altar. Good guy, they have mass-produced it. Are they planning to become Buddhas collectively?"

After saying that, he thought about it: "If you put it this way, this place is really a geomantic treasure. Otherwise, why would these monks sit here in large numbers?"

Captain Wang still responded with contempt for this vulgarity: "If you die, you will die, and you deliberately made the body so mysterious. I think you are deceiving yourself and others."

In his view, people are just piles of rotten meat after death. The country began to promote cremation in 1955, and it is said that some big cities have now begun to regulate it.

But here, in such a desolate little place, the burial system is still maintained. Now it seems that it should be vigorously implemented as soon as possible.

"That's not right!" At this time, Xu Tong frowned and sniffed carefully at the jar: "It doesn't smell right. It doesn't smell like corpse oil."

"Not corpse oil?"

Everyone came up and took a closer look, and sure enough they found that the smell in the jar no longer smelled like corpse oil, but instead had a tangy aroma.

"It must be that some kind of spice has been added."

Yang Zixuan guessed that, after all, according to the rules of Buddhism, these physical Buddhas sitting on the altar still have to be taken out. If they smell bad, how can they fool the people into paying for them.

While everyone was watching in rapt attention, Xiong Tao grabbed Yang Zixuan's arm and exclaimed: "He's alive!!"

Everyone was startled and looked back, only to see Xiong Tao's face turned pale and his eyes fixed on the Buddha statue in front of them: "Just now, I looked at him, and he...his eyeballs suddenly moved!!"

Xiong Tao stammered and pointed at the Buddha statue.

"Haha, you must have seen it wrong. This is just a piece of broken stone."

Captain Wang looked at Xiong Tao's joke with cold eyes, walked up to the Buddha statue, patted the big feet of the Buddha statue, and said with disdain: "It's just a broken stone, let me move it and let me see it!!"

As he spoke, Captain Wang slowly raised his head, and the smile on his face suddenly froze. He looked at the Buddha statue in front of him with his eyes widened, and saw that the eyes of the Buddha actually looked in his direction.
Chapter completed!