The hotel where I first stayed at Ann.

in the room.

The setting sun shines through the window and onto the desk.

Lian Ge sat at the desk, spreading the 'Elementary Technique' in his hand, and looked at it unhurriedly.

The little mouse squatting on his shoulder, from time to time looked out of the window through the window, and from time to time he turned his head and looked down at the book that Lian Ge was flipping.

"Smack. ”

Closing the "Elementary Technique", Lian Ge withdrew his gaze from the book.

With a wave of his hand, the heavy "Elementary Technique" disappeared on the table.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge looked out the window.

Overlooking the eyes, under the afterglow, this afterglow is gradually entering the bustling Lin'an City at night.

Retracting his gaze, he stood up,

"Let's go, let's go to Jingci Temple again. ”

"Squeak...... Squeak squeak. ”

With the squeak of the mouse, one person and one rat stepped out of the hotel room and walked out,

......

A few days ago, after Ge Chengde's matter was over, Lian Ge returned to the hotel where he was staying.

In the past few days, except for practicing and reading the primary books of the system through the state of enlightenment, Lian Ge has not gone out much.

At this moment, going to Jingci Temple again is just to satisfy his curiosity.

According to what he had seen before, the old monk who had been arguing with Fakong before would pass away tonight.

......

"Little brother, where are you going?"

"Jingci Temple. ”

At the entrance of the hotel, after finding a taxi at random, one person and one rat approached Jingci Temple.

......

A moment passed.

In front of the mountain gate of Jingci Temple, Lian Ge stopped slightly.

In front of him, the mountain gate of Jingci Temple was hidden, and several monks were guarding the gate of the temple, welcoming the believers who came from all over the place.

Through the hidden gate, you can see that the temple is brightly lit at the moment.

“...... Little brother, you're also here to send the Enlightenment Mage?"

On the side, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes passed by Lian Ge's side and couldn't help but say something.

Hearing this, Lian Ge turned his gaze and glanced at the middle-aged man,

"Do you really believe it?"

"Hey, this ...... You said that I also donated a lot of money to this Jingci Temple at the beginning, this is ...... Right. The middle-aged man smiled when he said the second half of the sentence.

Hearing this, Lian Ge also looked at the middle-aged man and smiled slightly, and didn't say anything more.

"Then little brother, I'll go in first. ”

Seeing that Lian Ge didn't mean to speak, the middle-aged man said something and walked towards the mountain gate of the temple.

"Donor, this way, please. ”

Seeing another believer come to the door, a monk who knew the guest stepped forward to greet him.

"It's a little careful, and I hope the master doesn't mind. ”

The middle-aged man handed a red envelope to the monk of Zhike.

"Amitabha, donor mercy. The monk took the red envelope with a smile on his face.

After reciting a sentence, he quietly handed the red envelope to another monk behind him.

The monk behind him hid behind him, opened the red envelope, glanced at it carefully, and gently patted the arm of the monk in front of him with his hand.

Then, the smile on the face of the monk in front of him was even bigger,

"Donor, please, please, please, Master Enlightenment is ready for the last time, and the donor is here at the right time. ”

"Trouble master. The middle-aged man looked at the enthusiastic monk and nodded,

Before following the monk towards the monastery, he couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of the strange person at the bottom of the steps.

only to find that in this moment, the man was gone.

Turning his head and looking in a circle in all directions, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Donor...... Donor?"

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't follow, the monk turned around and shouted.

"Here we are, master. The middle-aged man answered, turned his head, didn't think much about it, quickened his pace, and followed the monk into the temple.

......

Just behind the middle-aged man, after applying a spell to weaken the sense of existence to himself and the mouse, Lian Ge walked towards the Jingci Temple without hurrying.

In front of the temple gate, Lian Ge paused slightly, looked at the monk who was holding a red envelope and keeping accounts, and Lian Ge smiled slightly.

Retracting his gaze, Lian Ge swept past the temple gate that was hidden and left only one person to pass through, and stepped into the temple.

......

In the front yard of the temple, inside and outside the main hall such as the Daxiong Treasure Hall and the Vajra Hall, lights and candles are still lit.

Between the candles and the hall, many monks and monks are wearing robes, ringing bells, and reciting scriptures.

In front of the hall, many monks are taking some believers to walk in front of the hall and into the backyard of the temple.

Glancing at the monks and monks in many halls, retracting his gaze, Lian Ge also walked towards the backyard of the temple.

......

Stepping into the backyard of the temple, although the backyard is filled with monks and believers coming in and out from time to time, the backyard is much quieter after isolating the sound of chanting in the front yard.

It is still centered on the ginkgo tree in front of the meditation room.

Surrounded by a large number of believers and monks,

The outermost congregation is standing, with their heads bowed and their hands folded.

Some of the believers inside knelt on the futon, looking inward.

Before the devotees, the monks in monks' robes and sitting cross-legged on the futon were now clasping their hands together, either bowing their heads or looking in front of them.

And in the middle surrounded by a group of monks and believers, under the ginkgo tree, there are several futons.

On one of the futons, sat Fakong.

And opposite Fakong, there sat the old monk from before, Jue and Shang.

Glancing at the backyard of the temple, Lian Ge bypassed the surrounding believers and monks, walked to the front side, and paused again on the side of the ginkgo tree.

Glancing at the Fakong monk and the monk who were sitting beside him, a few monks in robes, Lian Ge retracted his gaze and turned his gaze to the old monk again.

At this moment, the conscious old monk sat cross-legged on the futon, wearing a robe, his body was lying on his back, curled up, his hands spread on his legs trembled slightly, his face was like a withered tree, and his body was like a candle before the wind.

"Uncle Shi......"

On the side, a monk in a robe handed a yellowed old scripture book to the old monk.

When the conscious old monk heard the voice, he stretched out his trembling hand slightly sluggishly and took the scripture.

After spreading it out on his lap with some difficulty, the old monk turned his head and looked at the circle of devotees who were sitting or standing around him.

"Quit purity, which futons to go to...... Let the donors sit down. The old monk turned his head with some difficulty and said to the monk sitting next to him.

Hearing the sound, the monk prepared to get up.

But at this time, Fakong, who was sitting in front of the old monk of Jue, said with a smile

"Sit down, how do you distinguish the identities of the donors?"

Hearing this, the old monk turned his head, forced his breath, and replied with some difficulty

"In front of my Buddha, all living beings are equal, how can it come from...... Where does it come from?"

"Yes, some ......"

Hearing this, the old monk was silent.

After a long time, he just turned his head and said to the monk Jiejing,

"Let the donors sit down. ”

This time, Fakong didn't say anything more.

After a while, a group of believers on the periphery also sat down on the futon.

The old monk slowly turned his head to look around with great effort, and lowered his head again.

Stretching out his trembling hand, the conscious old monk stroked the old scripture and recited,

“...... When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering......"

The old monk of consciousness recited the Heart Sutra word by word, as if with all his strength.

In the backyard of the temple, under the ginkgo tree, it became more and more quiet, and only the voice of the conscious old monk sounded.

“...... The relics are the emptiness of all laws, immortal and imperishable......"

As a Heart Sutra was recited downward, the old monk's face became more and more red, but his voice gradually lowered.

"There is no ignorance and no end to ignorance, not even old age and death, and no ......"

In the end, the conscious old monk's head gradually lowered, and the chanting voice turned into muttering, and finally completely calmed down.

Suddenly, under the ginkgo tree, completely quiet,

“...... With no attainment, Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, has no attachments, no attachments, no fears, is far from upside-down dreams, and attains nirvana. ”

In front of the old monk of consciousness, Monk Fakong looked at the old monk of consciousness, and after a pause, he still folded his hands and continued to recite the scriptures that he had not finished reading.

meanwhile

Under the sight of Lian Getian's eyes, the soul of the old monk gradually detached from his body.

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