Golden Greenery

In the meditation room deep in the temple, looking at the old monk who was on his bed, who was obviously about to pass away, Yang Yi was embarrassed: This is the spiritual door? Is he the abbot of Shaolin Temple?

It's true! The surroundings are already surrounded by robes, and monks wearing ordinary monk clothes are not qualified to enter the meditation room. Monk Xuanci lay next to the ear of the spirit gate and whispered to him: "Abbot, the uncle Lingxiu is back, abbot, please open your eyes and take a look."

Sure enough, it really worked. The abbot of Lingmen, who had been half-squinted and had lost his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes and his lips stopped trembling when he heard this.

Even though the Dharma is advanced and profound, many high monks around cannot help shed tears. Xuan Ci trembled and said, "Abbot, Uncle, he really came back, right next to you."

A muffled cry: "Abbot..."

Forty-one years ago, the abbot of Shaolin Temple Tan Yan passed away. According to his will, and all monks of the "Tan" generation in the whole temple and Bodhidharma, he was only 23 years old, but the Buddhist monk with deep Buddhism and exquisite martial arts became the Shaolin Temple. The new abbot.

At that time, the supreme martial arts in the Central Plains, the sword fairy Li Xiaoyao went to Shaolin Temple to mourn Tan Yan, and came to observe the abbot of Lingmen. Lingmen held Li Xiaoyao's gift to the younger generation.

Lingmen is an outstanding abbot. For forty-one years, under his leadership, Shaolin Temple has made great progress in both Buddhism and martial arts, and has become the leader of the Central Plains in both aspects.

But nowadays, the only people known to have immortality are the sheep. Although the Buddhism is boundless, Master Lingmen reached the limit of life due to illness at the age of 64.

The matter behind him has been arranged, and Lingmen has been in his dying for eleven days, and he has been reluctant to go to the Western Paradise to meet the Buddha.

For eleven days, Master Lingmen kept mumbling ‘Brother, Brother’ and ‘Brother Lingxiu, where are you’.

Forty-five years ago, the 53-year-old monk Lingxiu was expelled from the Shaolin Temple and never looked back. That year, Lingmen was 19 years old.

In the past ten years, Lingxiu and Lingmen were both senior brothers and sympathetic to the father and son. They had been orphans since childhood and were adopted in the temple by Tan Yan. They buried many warm memories in their hearts.

After becoming the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Lingmen also sent people to find and let go of the seniors, but there was no news. As time goes by, counting the age of the brother, you know that there is no hope.

This became the greatest regret in the heart of Master Lingmen. However, he is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao. He has long since abandoned his six desires to separate the mortal world, and will not affect his practice because of this incident.

But when he was dying, the Buddha's light could not conceal the desire of human nature forever. The spiritual door instinctively evoked the brother who had been thinking about it, so he was unable to drive the crane westward for a long time.

He was impatient to wait, and all the monks in Shaolin Temple felt sorry for the old abbot.

Then, on the twelfth day, an old monk holding a spiritual xiudu suddenly appeared at the gate of the temple. This must be the will of the Buddha. Long live the Buddha, the abbot's Dharma is boundless, and the spiritual master is boundless.

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The abbot of Lingmen turned his head slightly and looked at Yang Yi who was at a loss. He said to his heart: It's broken, this group of bald donkeys simply didn't give people a chance to explain, and they just took me as Yang Wulang.

Looking at the current posture, after explaining the truth, either the Lingmen was killed on the spot, or the gang of thief and bald donkeys was besieged, and it was very likely that both would happen. There are too many people, and the temple is deep, and I might suffer a big loss when fighting.

"I……"

Lingmen looked at Yang Yi, his turbid eyes suddenly burst into light, and he was stimulated by the sudden good news, and he clearly recognized that the person in front of him was not a brother who was thinking about it.

Who are you? Why dare to break into Shaolin and cheat me? Could it be that you want to be against Shaolin? What happened to my brother?

The heart is clear and awkward, the abbot of Lingmen at this time has been unable to express complete verbal information.

"You... brother..."

The abbot of Lingmen suddenly grabbed Yang Yi's forearm with his hands, and with his reaction he failed to make the slightest escape. The sheep was taken aback: As expected of Shaolin Abbot, he has become like this and has such skill.

Then, just listening to the abbot of Lingmen's throat, he kicked his legs and sighed and his eyes fell out of focus, and he passed away.

Sheep One: "..."

In the eyes of the surrounding monks, the chief abbot finally saw the unforgettable brother Lingxiu before his death, and he called out affectionately, and took the brother's hand affectionately, and rode the crane to see the Buddha with peace of mind.

Hula la knelt down a large area in the Zen room, and the monks mournfully bid farewell to a generation of eminent monks, their most beloved master abbot.

Crane, fly slowly, let us look at the abbot and our Master (Master). Crane, you fly slowly, let our great master abbot, look at the mountain and land he loves so much, and look at the person he loves so much.

The messy but extremely sad call filled the Zen room, and the bald monk kneeling outside the door, everyone was calling for the dear abbot.

Gradually, the calls converged and became the name of the Buddha, and the Shaolin monks announced the Buddha in unison.

"Amitabha~Amitabha~Amitabha~Amitabha~......"

The Buddha's name is holy and magnificent, echoing in the Shaoshi Mountain like Hong Zhong Dalu, and straight into the sky.

Only Yang Yi was still like a fool, bowing in front of the bed, holding the spiritual door and holding his hand, completely knowing what was wrong.

The monks were extremely moved: Look, Uncle Lingxiu (Uncle Shi) tightly held the abbot's hand, not wanting him to leave in a hurry. He even forgot the name of Gao Xuan Buddha. He just wanted to take one last look at his junior, just one more look.

In the end, Xuanci felt sorry for Yang Yi. He gave a deep salute and said: "Uncle, please also be sorry. The abbot has completed his merits, and he will not be too sad when he goes to Xitian Bliss."

"Oh……"

"Uncle, look at you as a servant, I think it took a long way to get back to Shaolin Temple. Uncle, you should also take care of your body, and don't hurt your body because of sadness. If not, Xuanci and the juniors What face is there to face the spiritual teacher."

"Oh……"

"I ordered someone to prepare a meal in the Zen room for Uncle Uncle. Uncle Uncle will go to rest first. I also hope Uncle Uncle can rest assured that there must be no difference in the ceremony of death by the younger generation and others, so Uncle Master will rest assured."

At this point, the sheep is absolutely at ease. If the monk can't do funerals, no one will meet again in this world.

He said: "Oh..."

Yang Yi couldn't explain more now, saying anything would get into trouble, so he could only let the bald donkeys toss about.

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Seven days later, the relics of Lingmen had been buried in Tallinn, Xuanci, Xuancheng, Xuandu and others invited the sheep that had ate and slept for seven days into the penthouse on the side of the Daxiong Hall. This is a matter for the monks. The place.

Except for Yang Yi, seven or eight monks are of the "Xuan" generation. Tan Ling Xuanhui voids suffering... Now the lowest generation of "empty" in Shaolin Temple is basically children.

A bunch of "Xuan" generations were awkward to say that they couldn't clearly understand. Xuan Ci was even more eager to say something. In the end, Xuan Du turned around and finally let the sheep understand their meaning.

The previous generation abbot of Shaolin Temple passed away, and the new abbot was born. According to the rule, the old abbot appointed a successor, and all monks with the highest seniority in the temple always agreed.

Lingmen was designated in advance by his master Tan Yan, and was recognized by two ‘Tan’ senior monks who were still there at that time.

A month ago, the Shaolin Temple had the highest "ling" character, and there was only the Abbot Lingmen. Now, one month later, he should have become the highest "Xuan" generation, but there is another "spirit" generation.

The abbot of Lingmen appointed Xuanci during his lifetime. There was no difference in this matter, but now that Lingxiu has it, he must approve it.

Even if Lingxiu said shamelessly at this time: I have the highest seniority, I also want to be an abbot.

These words must not be unreasonable, and they must be taken seriously.

A few younger generations with the word "Xuan", today's tweaking means that.

The sheep smiled to himself: Abbot? Even though I have read books in temples all over the world for more than ten years, my understanding of Buddhism is limited to the parrot proclaiming ‘Amitabha’ and the Arhat Fuhu Boxing. I don’t know if that counts.

Let me be the abbot, it would be better for us to fight.

"Xuanci... my nephew, all my nephews. My uncle has traveled too far in the world these years. Fortunately, this time I was blessed by the Buddha and saw the last side of my brother's spiritual door. Amitabha~"

The Xuanzi generation quickly stood up: Amitabha~

"In this way, my uncle's wish has been fulfilled. From now on, I only want to remember the ancient scroll blue light, and cherish the memory of my brother Lingmen during the journey of Buddhist scriptures. Amitabha~"

Xuan Zi generation: Amitabha~

"Senior Nephew Xuanci, you are the successor abbot designated by Junior Brother Lingmen. I'm here to make a statement. Anyone, no matter who it is, even the official emperor, dare to violate the wishes of my junior brother, Lord... I was the first to not agree."

Xuanci was moved to tears: "Uncle..."

All the Xuanzi generations are very touched~www.readwn.com~ Everyone asked Lingxiu to be the head of the Dharma Academy.

Shaolin Temple Buddhism and Wushu double cultivation, all martial arts masters who have reached a certain level of martial arts will be included in the Bodhidharma Academy, so the Bodhidharma Academy is actually the second term under the abbot, and it is the real power faction in charge of the Shaolin Martial Arts Group.

However, Yang Yi declined. First of all, he still has to recite sutras in the Bodhidharma Academy. He doesn't, and he is not interested at all. Therefore, Yang Yi excuses his low martial arts, maybe even the little novice monk in the Jingfang can not be beaten, I, the old horse, don't pull the cart, or Master Xuanci, you should also be in charge of the courtyard according to the rules.

Xuan Ci was touched again, he was actually a very emotional monk.

"My uncle is not willing to participate in the chores in the temple, so let me read books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, sweep the floor, and quietly miss my good younger brother. All the teachers and nephews, as a last resort, don't disturb my reading and Miss. Amitabha~"

Xuan Zi generation: Amitabha~