Song Xueming sat next to Chen Yang, and after a while, a few bowls of noodles were served.

Chen Yang buried his head in eating noodles, Song Xueming looked at Song Jingwei opposite, opened his mouth several times, and couldn't make a sound in his throat and eyes.

"Hungry, aren't you? ”

"Is there a lot less marinade? I'll ask Lao Li to add more?"

Song Jing's hand holding the duck trembled slightly.

"Not a lot. ”

Song Xueming pursed his lips, grabbed his chopsticks, and buried himself in eating noodles.

I didn't care about the noodle soup, I ate it in a big gulp, and every time I blinked, there were tears in the noodle soup.

After eating the noodles, they came out of the noodle shop.

Chen Yang supported him, and Song Xueming followed behind, bowing his head and not saying a word.

"I'm going to get a taxi. Chen Yang said.

Song Jingwei grabbed his hand: "It's not very far, let's go back, I haven't walked this road for a long time." ”

"Good. ”

A man is dying, and his words are good.

Whether it is the contradictions or grievances before his death, Chen Yang doesn't think much about it, even if it is to accompany him through the last part of the road.

"Fa Ming, come closer. ”

"Dad. ”

"I've suffered a lot in the past few days, right?" Song Jing sighed slightly, nodded and said: "It's always young, young, I'm not afraid of making mistakes, I'm afraid of making mistakes and not changing." ”

"I'll change it, I will listen to you whatever you say in the future, I know it's wrong. ”

Song Xueming's tone was choked, he didn't dare to ask too much.

Even if he guessed, he didn't dare ask.

He hoped that Song Jingwei was just sick.

"Later... I'm afraid there will be no future. ”

Song Jing shook her head slightly: "When I leave, Qingfeng Guan will have to rely on you, you know?"

"Listen to my father's words, continue to be a Taoist priest, meet someone you like in the future, boldly chase after it, and be a Taoist priest, it's not that you can't get married and have children, it's not a conflict, it's really not a conflict. ”

"Your ancestor left the Taoist temple to me, and I will pass the Taoist temple to you now, there is a Taoist temple, and there is the identity of the abbot, this is a capital to settle down. ”

"Don't do any more things like a traitor, how can there be an impermeable wall in the world? Can you escape the law, can you escape the condemnation of your heart? Can you escape karma?"

"This time, Dad helped you bear it, and I will bear any unjust debts. You're going to be good, you're going to be good. ”

Walking all the way, back to the Taoist temple, it was already eleven o'clock.

Fa Ming's eyes were swollen from crying, he didn't ask anything, Song Jingwei's tone of asking for the future, where could he not understand.

"Fa Ming, go and let the deacon of the number room inform them all to come to the ancestral hall. ”

"Dad......"

"Entering the Taoist temple, entering the Taoist gate, the ceremony is indispensable, and the ancestor will be angry. ”

"Got it. ”

Fa Ming went, and Song Jing patted the back of Chen Yang's hand slightly: "Xuanyang, trouble, accompany me for a while." ”

"Hmm. ”

The two walked in the Qingfeng Temple, from the front yard to the backyard, Song Jingwei looked at the empty yard, and said: "At the exchange meeting that day, I watched you show your might, I was thinking, what went wrong?"

"Why can't Xueming be like you, am I teaching it wrong?"

"The master said that if life does not come to the end, many things cannot be thought through. ”

"I thought it was because I was young, but now it seems that it has something to do with age, but it doesn't have much to do with it. ”

"Life and death are trivial matters, and when he apprentices again, I don't have any obsessions and regrets. ”

Chen Yang said: "What about the future?"

"Just do whatever you want. ”

Chen Yang said: "The feng shui of Lingshan is very good, I can leave you a piece of land." ”

Song Jing smiled and said, "Then it's tiring." ”

The two came to the patriarch's hall, and the deacon had already summoned all the disciples.

They looked at Song Jingwei, who was full of silver hair and weak body, and everyone's eyes widened, as if they had seen an incredible scene.

"Stay, abbot?" the deacon was a little uncertain.

Song Jingwei left Chen Yang's support, used all her strength to straighten her body, walked to the middle of the main hall, and said to everyone: "There are some problems with my body, I can't continue to serve as the abbot in the future, Qingfeng Guan is still Qingfeng Guan, and it's the same with me or not." ”

"The account room should always contact the sponsor. ”

"Okay, don't cry and lose your face, there is one more business today. ”

He looked at Fa Ming, who was wearing a cloak, and said, "Go bathe and change clothes, and see that Master Zu's rules have been forgotten so quickly?"

Fa Ming silently replied and turned to go down.

After he left, Song Jing said slightly: "Fa Ming is apprenticed today and re-entered the Qingfeng Temple. After apprenticeship, I will pass on the position of abbot of Qingfeng Temple to him. ”

Everyone listened to his words and was quite surprised.

Many disciples just felt strange and surprised.

The deacons of the five masters of the three capitals speculated that Song Jingwei's physical changes may be inseparable from Fa Ming's return to the Qingfeng Concept.

"I also came from a young age, the abbot is not easy to do, there are many places large and small, and I have to rely on your help. ”

Several deacons said, "The abbot does not need to worry, there is ours." ”

Song Jing nodded slightly, he was not worried that these deacons would covet the position of abbot.

Not everyone wants to be an abbot, and not everyone is suitable.

Qingfeng is a jungle view, Song Jingwei wants to pass on the Fa Ming, and no one has the right to point fingers.

Moreover, he had a very good relationship with these deacons on a daily basis, and he never treated anyone badly.

All this laid a good foundation for Fa Ming to succeed as abbot.

When Fa Ming came back from bathing and changing clothes, the refreshing Taoist priest appeared in everyone's eyes again.

Song Jing said slightly: "Come up." ”

Fa Ming walked up and stood in the middle of the main hall.

Song Jing stepped back slightly and said, "Kneel down and worship the ancestor." ”

After the ceremony, Song Jingwei should have sat on the chair on the north side of the main hall.

But instead of sitting, he stood in the middle of the hall and said to Fa Ming: "Kneel." ”

The disciples were puzzled, hadn't they already completed the apprenticeship ceremony?

Why do you still have to kneel?

Chen Yang's eyes flickered slightly, looking at Song Jingwei.

He's going to ......

"Plop. ”

Fa Ming knelt down.

Song Jing said slightly: "Kowtow." ”

Fa Ming kowtowed, once and again, all the time.

Chen Yang sighed, he knew what Song Jingwei was doing.

He wants to turn all the sins done by Fa Ming into his own debt.

"It's not enough. ”

Song Jing shook her head slightly, suddenly walked towards Fa Ming, and said, "Stand up." ”

Fa Ming raised his head, his forehead was already bleeding, he stood up, and before he could speak, Song Jingwei had already grabbed his left hand, and two fingers cut a bloody hole in his palm.

Fa Ming was in pain, but he didn't shrink his hand.

When the disciples and the deacon saw this, they were shocked.

"Abbot ......"

Song Jingwei's gaze was solemn, and then he slashed his right palm, and then held it firmly with Fa Ming's left hand.

"Master..."

"Wishing the carnival but you killed it?"

Song Jing asked abruptly and loudly.

Fa Ming was stunned, lowered his head and said, "Yes." ”

Song Jing shook her hand slightly and slapped him in the face: "Wrong! Zhu Jianian was not killed by you, I killed him!"

"Master!"

"Say, I wish you a good year, but you killed him?"

"Yes......"

"Smack!"

"Wrong! I wish the carnival was not killed by you, but by me!"

Song Jingwei repeated this sentence, and then roared: "I wish you to kill it?"

"Master......"

"Say!"

"Plop!" Fa Ming knelt on the ground, but his left hand was tightly grasped by Song Jingwei, and blood stained the evergreen suit red along his arm.

"Master, don't, don't. ”

Fa Ming lowered his head and couldn't cry.

"Say!"

Song Jing's eyes glared angrily, and she shouted with all her strength.

The voice was like thunder, as if the master in front of him was the master with black hair and a sword to break through the ghost.

With tears in his eyes, he looked up at Song Jingwei, and from Song Jingwei's eyes, he saw the anxiety of wanting to speak but not being able to say it clearly.

He closed his eyes and said something insincere: "No. ”