811, Corpse of Rejuvenation (1/2)

In the long procession, the attendants drove the slaves and walked in front.

Several Duben masters rode on horses, surrounding the two carriages in the middle of the procession.

‘Naikangze’ sat in one of the carriages. Behind him, several strong horses pulled a cart. The cart supported a frame with wooden strips, and a layer of black cloth was covered on the frame, forming a square ‘black tent’.

In the black tent, the aroma of butter and herbs was faintly diffused.

A figure that seemed to have no head was looming in the black cloth tent under the light.

‘Naikangze’, who was sitting in the carriage, put down a secret sacred book in his hand, opened the curtain of the carriage, looked at the lush mountains outside, and turned to look at the cart pulled by several horses behind his carriage.

“Take good care of my mother!”

He ordered the several guards around the cart.

The guards nodded and responded respectfully.

Naikangze retreated into the carriage and continued to read the "Divine Canon" in his hand. This book records various myths and legends that have been passed down from ancient times to the present in the Secret Tibetan Domain. The saints of the Divine Spiritual Religion look for prophecies in the "Divine Canon". Most people in the Secret Tibetan Domain believe that the "Divine Canon" contains revelations to all living things.

If you can understand one of the revelations and act in accordance with this "revelation", you will obtain the treasure left by the ghosts and gods.

"The kings of Tianchi were buried on the mountains, climbed the ladder to the sky, and walked into the heaven.

My mother, Rinchen Zangba, it would be great if she could have such a blessing." Naikangze murmured, and the other two people sitting in the carriage, "Dunhong" and his most valued master "Miwang" did not speak.

Naikangze buried his head and quickly flipped through the "Divine Canon". He did not even see any content on each page clearly, and hurriedly turned the page.

Finding a prophecy from the Divine Canon is something that many nobles and masters dream of. Since his mother passed away, Naikangze has been reading the Divine Canon day and night, but has not received any so-called revelations. This makes him suspicious - perhaps the so-called revelations are something that is made out of nothing?

Is it a means for the masters of the Divine Religion to deliberately deceive the world and consolidate their status?

Turning to a page of the Divine Canon at random, he raised his head and looked at Master Miwang, frowning and asked: "On the day when my mother died, I recited the story of Tianchizhu Zanpu ascending to heaven after his death in the Divine Canon, hoping that her soul could rest in peace and that she could enjoy freedom.

My mother, who had died at that time, suddenly opened her eyes and held up the scroll in my hand.

She said 'mountain' - 'go to that mountain' -

and then she died completely.

Master Miwang also said that this was a kind of revelation left for me by the Divine Canon through my mother, but now we have taken my mother through several mountains, why has no new prophecy appeared yet?"

"Prophecy is always like this, mysterious and hard to describe.

In fact, there are many people in the world who can get prophecies, but there are very few who can see the true meaning of the prophecies they get.

But no matter what, it is a blessing from heaven for the lord to get prophecies." Master Miwang replied to Naikangze with a smile.

What he said was just nonsense.

Naikangze became even more irritated when he heard his answer.

The convoy was moving slowly in the mountains with lush vegetation. Behind Naikangze's carriage, the cart carrying Naikangze's mother, 'Rinqin Zangba', was shaking, and the wooden frame on it caused the black cloth covering the frame to flutter.

Under the black cloth, the body of 'Rinqin Zangba' occasionally appeared.

The skin below Rinqin Zangba's neck was wrapped with white silk cloth. Her nostrils, mouth, ears, navel and other nine orifices were filled with wool balls made of clean wool. The wool balls were stained with medicine made from safflower and musk, which blocked the nine orifices and cleansed the filth in the body.

Her neck was bent down, tightly pressed against her chest, her legs were crossed, and her neck, leg joints and hands were tied with ropes. Her body was forced into a posture of bowing and sitting after death, and her hands were also forcibly fixed into a 'swastika seal'.

A thick layer of butter was applied on the top of Rinchen Zangba's head.

Rinchen Zangba, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, did not take up much space.

Her whole body wrapped in white cloth was wrapped in a black cloth bag. A rope was sewn on the edge of the black cloth bag. Others could tighten the rope at any time and wrap Rinchen Zangba's whole body in the cloth bag.

The cart was pulled by a strong horse and swayed forward.

Rinchen Zangba's body in the black cloth tent was also swaying.

At the front of the cart, there was a copper furnace fixed there. A cypress incense was inserted in the incense burner and was burning. The unique smell of burning cypress was emitted in the wind, which dispelled the funeral insects that followed the very light corpse odor and surrounded them.

The burning cypress incense emitted bursts of green smoke that drifted in the dark night.

The funeral insects that came with the wind retreated layer by layer under the wheels of the cart.

Suddenly, several strong horses pulling the cart neighed several times in succession, and their hooves lifted and dropped heavily, leaving shallow and deep marks on the grass - the marks became deeper and deeper, until the hoofs of several horses were all sunk into the wet and soft grass, and they could no longer move, and neighed unwillingly on the spot!

"Xierulu--"

"Whee--Xi--Whee--"

The whole caravan stopped moving forward because the strong horses pulling the cart stopped on the spot.

"The horses can't pull the cart anymore!"

"My Lord, the horses can't pull Grandma Renqin Zanba's cart anymore!"

The servants and slaves in the team shouted.

The servants drove the slaves, who gathered on both sides of the cart, exerted all their strength, shouted to push the cart, but the cart still did not move!

In the black tent, how could Rinchen Zangba, who had become skinny, have such a terrifying weight?

More than ten slaves and servants went to push the cart, but they couldn't push it?

People were confused.

In the sky, the dim moonlight was also covered by black clouds.

Amid the shouts of the servants and slaves, the eldest son of Naikangze, 'Dunhong', jumped down from the front carriage with Miwang, and walked straight to the cart carrying his grandmother, surrounded by a group of Dubenshi.

Without him doing anything, the Dubenshi waved their whips and drove the dirty slaves gathered around to other places.

Dunhong left a few guards with him.

Miwang looked at the body of Rinchen Zangba, which was vaguely visible in the black cloth, and said in a deep voice: "All slaves, all those whose homes are unclean, and all those who do not worship the gods of this religion, turn your backs."

After the words fell, the slaves turned their backs to the cart.

A few servants also turned their backs.

Seeing that everyone turned around as he was told, Dunhong lifted the black cloth covering the wooden frame at Miwang's signal.

Under the light, the body of my grandmother, Rinchen Zangba, had broken the straw rope tied around her neck. She sat upright in the wooden frame, and the black cloth bag fell to her waist.

‘She’ made a swastika seal with both hands, raised her head and closed her eyes, facing Dunhong and Miwang in front of her. The wrinkles, corpse spots, age spots and other spots on her face disappeared completely, and her hair, which was originally as pale as dead grass, was now black and shiny - ‘she’ seemed to have regained her youth and became more beautiful than the most beautiful girl Dunhong and Miwang had ever seen!

Dunhong looked at the corpse of his grandmother in the carriage, who was several decades younger, and was stunned for a moment.

He immediately came back to his senses and swallowed his saliva. He was not sure whether the corpse of the girl wrapped in white cloth and whose skin was as white as jade under the light was his grandmother Renqin Zangba?

So he turned around and asked his father to come over to identify it.

——He turned his head and his father Naikangze was already standing behind him holding the "Divine Scripture". He looked at Dunhong, who was full of lust, with a gloomy look in his eyes, and waved his hand to push Dunhong aside.

Naikangze stared at the corpse of the girl sitting cross-legged and smiling in the wooden frame.

From the girl's eyebrows and eyes, he instantly recognized that this was his mother - Rinchen Zangba!

"Mother!" Naikangze looked at his mother's face that looked decades younger, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He knelt down in front of his mother's body in the frame and continued, "Mother, why don't you want to go after walking here?

Is it the shaking of the horse pulling the cart that hurts you? Or is it the stench of the guards that fume you?

Your son is here, your son will pull the cart for you!"

As he spoke, Naikangze pressed the leather rope on the pull hook on his back and turned around to push - Dunhong and several Dushi also gathered around the cart to help push the cart!

However, they tried their best but couldn't pull the cart at all!

Naikangze and his companions looked at each other in bewilderment. Seeing the body of Rinchen Zangba, who looked several decades younger, in the cart, Naikangze could not help but feel a chill in his heart. Just as he was at a loss for what to do, Miwang, who had walked around the convoy, came back.

Mi Wang pointed to the deep ruts under the cart wheels and the strong horses with their hooves deeply sunk into the grass, and said to Nai Kangze: "My Lord, when Rinchen Zangba died, his body weighed no more than 120 kilograms.

How could such a heavy body cause the wheels of the cart to sink to such an extent?

Several horses couldn't pull it, and a dozen slaves, even we ourselves pushed and pulled it, it didn't move at all?"

Nai Kangze looked at Mi Wang: "What does Master Du mean?"

"This is the prophecy.

It is the final prophecy of the "Divine Canon" to you through Rinchen Zangba.

-It's not that Rinchen Zangba doesn't want to leave, but that she has arrived now.

My Lord, which page of the "Divine Canon" did you just read?" Mi Wang asked Nai Kangze.

Nai Kangze quickly opened the cover of the "Divine Canon", flipped through the pages, and finally stopped at the page he saw last, and handed the book to Mi Wang.

Mi Wang browsed the contents of the book until he saw the last two words on the page.

He pointed the two hidden domain characters to Naikangze and said to him, "Master, the last two characters are 'Dunwang'."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Naikangze nodded repeatedly.

Miwang returned the book to Naikangze, looked around, and said with a smile, "Master, the mountain in front of us is called 'Dunwang Mountain'!"

"Yes, yes--" Naikangze nodded subconsciously, and after nodding twice, he suddenly reacted, his face full of ecstasy, looked around, and finally looked at the lush green mountain in front of him, "Dunwang Mountain?!"