Tian Yuan

After drinking several cups of tea, Song Wenxian brought the topic to Wu Junyan: "Old Yu, it is said that Wu Junyan is the successor of Qingzong, is this true?"

"Well, it's true."

Yu Chenran was on the spot, nodded and said.

"Dugu Changkong, the ancestor of Linghemen in Dizhou, is also a member of Qingzong?"

Song Wenxian asked suspiciously.

"Yes."

Now, these things are no longer secrets, Yu Chen will tell the truth.

"This kind of excitement, I didn't get to see it with my own eyes, I missed it!" Song Wenxian really wanted to see the demeanor of Chang Geng Sword Immortal and others with his own eyes, but it was a pity, he sighed again and again, then glared at Yu Chenran, and said angrily: "It's all your fault."

"Cut!" Yu Chenran said nonchalantly, "If there's anything else, I'll finish it all at once. I don't have much time to entertain you."

"The karma between the Song family and Qingzong, as well as Chen Qingyuan's identity, I have not told anyone in the Song family."

The implication of Song Wenxian's words is that the elders of the Song family did not come forward to help at that time, and they tried their best to separate the relationship.

"That's it?" Yu Chenran heard it, but never took it to heart: "Don't worry, Daoyi Academy will not be unreasonable, it's understandable."

"That's good."

With Yu Chenran's correct words, Song Wenxian let go of the big rock that was hanging in his heart.

"Okay, there's nothing else to do, let's go!"

Yu Chenran issued an order to evict the guests.

In order not to hurt the harmony between the two forces, Song Wenxian came all the way to apologize, it was really embarrassing for him.

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Dongtu, Buddhism.

In a simple ancient temple, an old monk and a young monk sat.

The gate of the temple was closed tightly, and an enchantment was set up.

Daochen Buddha told the story of the Hundred Meridians Feast in detail without reservation.

The old monk closed his eyes and chanted sutras, turned the beads with his left hand, and beat the wooden fish with his right hand, making the sound of "dong, dong, dong", which was very rhythmic.

"Master, do you have any grudges with Ewha Palace?"

After a long silence, the Buddha finally asked the question.

When we talked about this topic, the old monk stopped chanting sutras, and the small wooden hammer in his hand hung in the air, and it didn't fall down for a long time.

He paused for a few breaths and opened his eyes.

"Yes." The old monk's eyes were cloudy, carrying endless vicissitudes, and his voice was hoarse.

"This disciple has some encounters with the current Saintess of the Ewha Palace. She said some things. I don't know whether it is true or not. I hope Master can clear up my doubts."

The Buddha knelt down beside the old monk, clasped his hands together, and looked sincere.

"What do you want to know?"

The old monk pondered.

"All." Fozi clenched his hands tightly, unable to lie in front of the old monk, and told the truth.

"it is good."

The old monk turned around slowly and looked at the Buddha.

Next, the old monk began to talk about his fate with the Lord of the Ewha Palace.

The previous story is almost the same as what the Buddha heard.

When listening to the latter, the Buddha's attention was extremely concentrated, and he was more serious than when he was practicing and chanting.

"That year, she came to Dongtu..."

Liu Nansheng and the old monk met by fate and fell in love with each other.

It's a pity, because the old monk is a Buddhist disciple, he has been suppressing his heart.

Liu Nansheng refused to miss this fate, and followed the old monk closely.

One day, the old monk couldn't hold back anymore and made a promise to her.When I go back to Buddhism this time, I will end the Buddhist affairs and return to the vulgar.

Hearing this, Liu Nansheng wept with joy, kept nodding, and made an appointment to meet again somewhere.

I never thought that this farewell would never be seen again.

The old monk returned to Buddhism and explained the situation to his master, the previous abbot.If you want to step down from the position of Buddha, you are willing to bear all punishments in order to return to the secular body.

The previous abbot seemed to have experienced it too, without blaming him, he said very flatly: "If you think about it, then do it! Everyone has a way of chasing their own life in life."

The old monk was happy and sad, and kept kowtow, ashamed of the cultivation of Buddhism.

A few months later, the old monk arranged all kinds of things properly. His status as a Buddhist disciple was removed, his cassock was returned, and he was scolded by the punishment hall.

As soon as the front foot stepped out of the temple, the old monk heard the sound of Buddha's voice crying.

Uneasy in my heart, I came back to inquire about the reason.

It turned out that the master passed away!

Hearing the news, the old monk was struck with thunder, and couldn't accept it for a while.

"Before I left, Master was fine, why?"

The old monk stood outside the Buddhist gate and was not qualified to enter. His eyes were dull and he was at a loss.

The original plan of the previous abbot was to train the old monk so that he could suppress the devil under the Buddha cauldron.

However, the old monk has lost his Buddhist heart, and he only wants to return to the vulgar, and it is useless to force him to stay.

Therefore, the previous abbot let the old monk leave to seek the life he wanted.

Although the previous abbot still has thousands of years to live, there is no successor.Think again and again, pass away early, and condense the Dharma of a lifetime into beads, but the demon will not make trouble for ten thousand years.

As for the future, I believe that there will be new monsters in the Buddhist sect who will finally resolve this matter.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The old monk knocked on the closed temple door.

A little novice opened the door, expressionless: "What's the matter with the benefactor?"

"I want to go in and have a look." The old monk tremblingly said.

"The important place of Buddhism, outsiders are not allowed to enter, please go back!"

The little novice saluted and closed the door.

If the reason is not clear, the old monk will feel uneasy.He had knelt at the door for several months, and the master's death ceremony was over.

On this day, an elder finally came over.

Under the begging of the old monk, the elder told the story.

"You are no longer a Buddhist, so leave earlier!"

said the elder.

"The devil under the Buddha cauldron can be suppressed for tens of thousands of years, so what about ten thousand years later?"

asked the old monk.

"I don't know." The elder was silent for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Maybe a new eminent monk will be born in Buddhism, who can suppress the devil. Maybe on that day, the devil will break out and bring disaster to the world again."

On the one hand, there are all living beings, and on the other hand, the love affairs of children.

The old monk was on the verge of collapse, and his soul was torn apart by two huge forces.

Finally, the old monk made a decision.

Stay and deal with it all.

He is no longer a Buddhist disciple, and it is not easy to return to Buddhism.

The old monk looked back at the distance, it was the place he had agreed with Liu Nansheng.Withdrawing his gaze, he also gave up on that thought.

Immediately afterwards, the old monk forcefully broke open the temple gate, which caused quite a commotion.

"What does the benefactor want?"

The monks showed up with bad eyes.

"The position of abbot is vacant, and I want to take it."

The old monk said bluntly.

"ridiculous."

The monks sneered.At that time, the old monk forcibly returned to vulgarity, and everyone in Buddhism begged and persuaded him to no avail.

Now, the old monk wants to go back to Buddhism, how is it possible.