disguised holy monk

Having been away from the temple for many days, Xuanqing has always had some bad premonitions in his heart recently, but unfortunately his merit system is not something omniscient and omnipotent.

Xuan Yuan saw that he was restless, so he discussed to rush back to Qingchan Temple as soon as possible.

It's just that the injury on the man who called himself "Ying" hasn't healed yet, and because of his amnesia, he doesn't have a friend he knows, and he has nowhere to go.

In the end, they could only buy a carriage, put the man in the carriage, and then set off for Qingchan Temple again.

The closer it was, the more uneasy Xuanqing felt.Two days later, the group arrived at the foot of the mountain, and not far away, they saw a young monk in Qingchan Monastery's robes waiting there.

Xuan Qing's heart tightened, he hurried forward, and said eagerly: "But something happened in the temple?"

As soon as the little monk saw them, he hurriedly said: "Master and uncle, you are back! Just the day before yesterday, thieves entered the temple, and many scriptures in the temple disappeared..." The little monk said, his eyes were red, and said He choked up and said, "The abbot was also attacked by thieves, and he was about... to die... Brother asked me to wait for you here..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Xuan Qing had passed him and quickly walked up the mountain.

"Junior brother!" Xuan Yuan's heart tightened as well, and he saw that Xuan Qing, who had always had a faint smile between his brows, blushed.

The horse couldn't get up the mountain, so Xuan Yuan handed the horse over to Wuku and Wuxin, and hurriedly chased after him.

He was worried about his master, but he was also worried about Xuan Qing.He had never seen Xuan Qing's complexion so ugly.

Wuku and Wuxin led the horse, and there was a seriously injured person in the carriage, even if he was anxious, he could only go back later.Seeing that Xuan Qing was no longer calm and demeanor as usual, the man couldn't help but tighten his cold and sharp brows, but he couldn't catch up.

On the other side, Xuanqing pursed his lips tightly, his face turned pale, even though his chest was aching, he still kept walking, and his monk robe was wet with sweat.

Xuan Qing almost used the fastest time to rush back, his legs were weak, he was out of breath, his eyes were reddish, and his face was frighteningly pale.

"Uncle Xuanqing!"

Have the disciples waiting outside the old abbot's Zen room ever seen him in such a state of embarrassment?For a while, his eyes were red.Someone hurried forward to support him.

Xuan Qing seemed to be unconscious, and walked in in a daze.

Inside the house, the old abbot with white beard and white eyebrows was sitting on the futon, but his head was drooping weakly, and his thin arms were drooping on his knees like dead branches.

Xuan Qing's heart, which had been barely calm just now, suddenly became sore. He slowly knelt down in front of the old abbot, and said in a dry and hoarse voice, "Master, I'm back..."

After a long while, the old abbot moved his fingers, and he tried his best to look at Xuanqing in front of him, his cloudy eyes were filled with kindness, he seemed to have no energy to speak, and he just pointed his eyes at the disciple standing behind.

The man understood, and immediately turned around to bring out the things he had prepared a long time ago.

Xuan Qing glanced at it, it was the old abbot's robes and cassocks, his eyes turned red instantly.

The old abbot finally spoke, and said slowly: "Xuanqing, I will pass on the robes and cassocks to you as a master, and you will be the next abbot of Qingchan Temple..."

Xuan Qing clenched his hand unconsciously, his voice almost choked with sobs, "Master?"

Xuan Yuan had already arrived at this time, he knelt on the other side of the old abbot, with tears in his eyes.

The abbot smiled slightly, looked at the two people in front of him, and said in a laborious tone, "Although you are young, you have a deep understanding of Buddhism and will become a great weapon in the future; it's just that you are too soft-hearted. Xuan Yuan is upright and helpful. You are in charge of the precepts, it is very suitable..."

Xuan Yuan clasped his hands together, his eyes were slightly red, "The disciple knows."

Xuan Qing's throat felt sore for a while, and he was speechless.After a while he choked up and said: "Master, I will definitely find out who it is..."

He had already checked his pulse when he joined hands, the old abbot's heart was shattered by the strong internal force, and he couldn't save him.

The abbot shook his head and sighed: "Silly boy, you have reached the Buddha's fate, so you don't need to be attached. Death is not terrible. Life and death are just the cycle of yin and yang. If you can't see through life and death, how can you surpass all living beings..." The old abbot looked at him lovingly , seems to be giving the final lecture, until the voice gradually becomes inaudible, and the light in the eyes slowly disappears...

Xuan Qing was taken aback, "Master?..."

But the other party didn't respond at all, and he finally couldn't hold back a drop of hot tears.

"Abbot!" The monks also had red eyes.

The bell rang, and then bursts of Buddha's chant came.

Xuan Qing felt empty in his heart, spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and then passed out.

"Junior Brother!" Xuan Yuan, who was closest to him, was the first to notice, and hurried to catch him.

"Uncle Master!" The rest of the monks were also startled, and then they felt distressed. They only felt that the death of the old abbot had hit Xuan Qing too hard, and they didn't know how sad he must be.

……

Although Xuan Qing vomited blood and passed out, his consciousness was still clear.He could feel that everyone was in a hurry and sent him back to the Zen room for resettlement.

Scenes flashed in his mind. Although the old abbot had been seriously ill for a long time, he had only met him a few times, so although the death of the other party made him shocked and regretful, he was not so sad that he vomited blood.

But at the moment when he heard the news, he was unconsciously feeling sad, and the endless sorrow that surged from the bottom of his heart made his chest hurt so badly.

Perhaps, it is the thoughts remaining in this body...

Xuan Qing sighed at this thought, he didn't know why he appeared in this body, and he didn't know where the original Xuan Qing went...

But he wants to go back, back to his body.

……

Xuanqing's grief and vomiting of blood when the old abbot passed away quickly spread. In any case, his reaction was more convincing, and it also made him take over Qingchan Temple more smoothly.

The old abbot's ceremony lasted for three days and three nights, and all the monasteries in the south sent people, and the scene was extremely grand.

"Reincarnation of life and death, overcoming the sea of ​​suffering."

All the monks heard the sound of Buddha, Xuanqing was pale, and knelt before the spirit for three days without eating or drinking.

No one dared to dissuade him, they all knew his feelings for the old abbot.Everyone looked at his thin and straight back, worried about his body, but also moved by his heart.

It wasn't until three days later that Xuanqing personally put the cremated relics of the old abbot into a box and enshrined them in front of and behind the Buddhist altar, only then was he staggered and supported to rest.

After everyone had left, Xuan Qing sat up.He had bought the Qi Nourishing Oral Liquid produced by the system before, so he didn't feel so tired after three days.

He took out something from his sleeve and looked at it carefully. It was the flying needle he found in the ashes of the old abbot.

Although the old abbot told him not to be attached, he is not a holy monk, and he doesn't understand the cycle of life and death.

So, he will find out the truth.