Song Jingwei's face finally showed a comforting smile from Lao Huai.

Fa Ming knelt on the ground, his left hand was grabbed and held up, and his body had no strength at all, just kept crying.

"Good, good. ”

Song Jing laughed slightly, let go of his hand, turned to face the Patriarch Hall, and knelt down.

"The master is above, the disciple cultivates the Tao and does not cultivate the heart, carries the blood debt, violates the ancestral teachings of the Taoist, and after death, he is willing to enter the capital and bear the suffering of hell. This is my own doing, and it has nothing to do with the Qingfeng Concept or Fa Ming. ”

In the main hall, in addition to Li Qingfeng's tablet, there are also three Qing statues.

Just after Song Jingwei said these words, everyone seemed to hear it, and a heavy sigh sounded in their ears.

"Qingfeng has me, it is the shame of Qingfeng, from this moment on, Qingfeng is not quiet, and the master forgives. ”

Song Jing knelt down slightly and kowtowed three times in a row.

Then he got up and turned to face everyone: "From now on, I am no longer the abbot of Qingfeng Guan, Fa Ming will take over the position of abbot, and in the future, Qingfeng Guan will be handed over to you." Everyone, for the sake of our many years of companionship, if Fa Ming is in trouble, please help, poor Dao, thank you. ”

He bowed deeply to the crowd.

The disciples were at a loss, they didn't know what was going on.

Abbot, what do you mean by what you just said?

Several deacons, with complicated eyes, also bowed back to Song Jing at this moment.

"Abbot Xuanyang, tired. ”

Song Jing raised his hand slightly, Chen Yang walked over, stretched out his right hand, put it under his arm, and walked outside.

Fa Ming wanted to catch up, but a deacon stopped him and said, "Song Wei is no longer the abbot, and from today on, he is no longer a disciple of Qingfeng Guan." The road number should not be used again. ”

"He's my master!"

The deacon suddenly shouted: "If he is not your master, how can you be the abbot? If he is not your master, how can you re-enter the Daomen? Song Wei has carried the honor and disgrace of his life in order to make you a new man, now, go back and take over the position of abbot!"

Fa Ming looked at the master's stiff back, his teeth were almost bleeding, the deacon's angry voice echoed in his ears, and he seemed to have a thousand catties under his feet, retreating step by step.

……

"I'm a little tired. ”

Chen Yang helped him back to the courtyard, the coffin was still in the courtyard, and no one cleaned up the broken lamps on the table.

Old Black and Big Gray have woken up, and the two of them are a little bored.

Seeing that Chen Yang was coming back, he was about to come over, Chen Yang waved his hand at them and shook his head slightly.

Chen Yang pulled the rattan chair over and let him lie on the rattan chair gently.

"I have given Qingfeng Guan for half my life, and I have no regrets, the master said before leaving, if I want to not cut off the incense of Qingfeng Guan, I am not disappointed. ”

"Next to the bed, there is a photo album, Xuanyang, help me get it. ”

"Good. ”

Chen Yang pushed the door and walked in, frowning slightly.

The room was in a mess, the teapot on the table was overturned, and tea and tea were scattered all over the table and the floor.

Apparently the four left behind last night.

He walked over to the bed, where there was an unfolded photo album on the bedside table, an old-fashioned photo album with plastic cover and photographs inserted inside.

He flipped the first page casually, and quickly skimmed through them, almost all of them were pictures of Faming.

From a child to an adult.

In the graduation photo of the university, Fa Ming wore a bachelor's uniform, smiled, and took a group photo with his classmates.

There is another one, which is a photo with Song Jingwei.

At that time, Fa Ming was already a little taller than Song Jingwei.

He closed the album and pushed the door open.

Song Jingwei lay on the rattan chair, as if she was asleep.

With a gentle movement, he placed the album on the table.

A little movement woke Song Jing up slightly.

"Albums. Chen Yang gave him the album.

"Thank you. ”

Song Jingwei held the album, squinted her eyes, and looked at it from the first page.

In the distance, there was a fairy sound Dao music, which was the ceremony of Fa Ming's succession as abbot.

"I'll answer the phone. Chen Yang took out the vibrating mobile phone and walked to the side.

Vacuum.

"What's the matter?"

Vacuum said: "In a few days, the Jinniu Temple will hold a Chinese monk meeting, and the master wants to invite you to come and participate." ”

Chen Yang had a question mark: "What is that?"

"It is mainly a grand event for monks at home and abroad to communicate. ”

"What do you want me to do with the grand gathering of monks?

It's a bit inexplicable.

It's like a group of lions meeting to exchange hunting experiences, but inviting a rabbit to participate.

Vacuum said: "There is nothing inappropriate, in previous years, Taoist priests were also invited." The Chinese Sangha Association is not only a grand event, but also a large-scale exchange activity. You cultivate the Tao, I cultivate the Buddha, and there are similarities between the two. Don't think that I'm here to pull you to be a monk, the master said, these things are not forced, but purely invite you to come and communicate. ”

Chen Yang's first reaction was that the other party did not give up and wanted to pull himself to be a monk.

Master Jingyan, he has met once, and he is very gentle.

Whether it is a high monk or not, at least the first contact left a very good impression on Chen Yang.

He thought for a moment and asked, "When?"

"Next weekend. ”

"I can't give you an answer right now, I don't know when I will be able to deal with the matter on my side. ”

"What's the matter?" said vacuum: "I see that you have been closed for the past few days, have you gone out on a trip?"

"Tourist fart!"

Chen Yang said angrily: "The matter of the Daomen, you don't understand it after telling you, when the time comes, you will pass when you have time, and if you don't have time, you won't go, you will tell Master Jingyan for me." ”

"Okay, but you'd better come here, and the old man really wants to see you. ”

"Got it. ”

Hanging up the phone, Chen Yang was also a little powerless to complain.

Abbot Mingyi is really right, his own life, close to the Buddha.

When he put away his mobile phone and walked over, Song Jingwei had already closed her eyes and the photo album was spread out on her body.

He was stunned, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Song Jingwei?"

He called softly, but there was no response.

Stick out your fingers and reach under his nose.

Chen Yang's fingers trembled slightly, sighed, held his hand very lightly, closed his eyes, and recited the "Taishang Sutra".

After reciting a scripture, Chen Yang opened his eyes and said, "Go back to the Taoist temple, I will find you a piece of land, and try to be next to the master." ”

Song Jingwei left.

Quietly, just gone.

The fairy music in the distance was still playing, and there was a smile on his old face, the expression that was finally frozen.

I don't have any regrets.

Chen Yang waited for three hours, and it was close to four o'clock in the afternoon when the ceremony of succeeding the abbot ended.

Fa Ming got out of the main hall and ran here quickly.

Walking into the courtyard and looking at the coffin in the courtyard, his eyes were gloomy and he blamed himself.

"Master. ”

He shouted.

But no one responded.

He saw that the master was lying on a rattan chair, and Chen Yang was holding his hand and reading the scriptures.

His heart throbbed slightly, beating faster and faster.

A sadness surged into his heart like a tide, his eyes and nose were sour, he staggered a few steps under his feet, and knelt on the ground three meters away, his voice mournful.

"Dad!"