Chapter 80: Return to Jinling

As soon as Gu Li and the others left, the thin old monk in a green robe swept to the top of the mountain.

"Are you all right?" the old monk glanced at Xuanjing and said.

"I'm fine, Xuan...... Oh, Zhiyuan, he's in trouble!" Xuanjing said.

The old monk glanced at Xuanji, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, that is, Zhiyuan. When the old monk saw that he was covered in blood, he couldn't help but say, "Zhiyuan, how are you feeling?"

"Thank you Abbot Xuansheng for your concern, I can't die for the time being!" said Xuanji, that is, Zhiyuan, said with a smile.

"Why are you hurt like this? I'll help you. ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he sat cross-legged behind Zhiyuan and helped him breathe. He was a cultivator in the early stage of the transformation of the gods, so he could naturally feel that the aura on his body was still a little unstable.

After a few breaths, the other three reached the top of the mountain.

When the three of them saw Xuanjing, their faces were surprised. Xuanjing resigned from many hospital affairs many years ago, named as an elder, and went to Xianyun Yehe, which can be said to be a divine dragon without seeing the end, but he didn't expect to meet here.

The three of them folded their hands and saluted Xuanjing, "Hello Elder!"

They saw that Abbot Xuansheng was helping Zhiyuan to recuperate, so they stopped bothering Zhiyuan more.

Xuan Jing saw that the three juniors were also here, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "In the middle of the night, everyone can't rest in peace, it's a sin!"

Immediately, he suddenly thought of something again, pulled the short-lived middle-aged monk and asked, "Huineng, the monks of Lin Yin Temple should have gone to Xiangguo Temple, how are they settled?"

"Elder Hui, everything is fine!" said Hui Neng.

Xuan Jing praised: "Well, good." You've worked this!"

"Hui Neng is the seat of the temple, some small things, not worth mentioning!" Hui Neng said respectfully.

Like Hui Ming, Hui Neng is also one of the eight deacons of Xiangguo Temple. It's just that Huiming is the person in charge of the guest hall, and he is the person in charge of the hall.

Xuan Jing nodded, with an approving expression. When he saw that the three of them wanted to scatter and have a look, he didn't say anything more.

Hui Jue looked at the surrounding dense mountains and forests gone, frowned, and sighed: "The people who came are so arrogant, this battle seems to be so tragic!"

Hui Ming glanced at it, his face was solemn, and he nodded: "Presumably at the top of the mountain, under the mountain, there are two battlefields." Obviously, the person who came to control mana was extremely skillful, and it was not comparable to ordinary monks. ”

Under Xuanjing's guidance, the three of them consciously helped clean up the environment around Lin Yin Temple. With the mana of their infancy, there is naturally no big problem in doing this kind of thing.

After a long time, Xuansheng, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple, stood up. Master Zhiyuan also quickly finished pranayama, and after meditating, his internal injuries stabilized, and a hint of ruddy finally appeared on his face.

"Hey, it's a pity......" Xuan Sheng looked at Zhiyuan, his face showed a touch of sadness, but he didn't know where to start.

The same temple administrator in Jinling, for Zhiyuan, they have a lot of exchanges with each other, but they mostly communicate in Buddhism. A long time ago, he noticed that Zhiyuan's body had a serious loss of vitality, and reminded Zhiyuan to do more rest.

It's just that I didn't expect Lin Yin Temple to suffer this bad luck tonight and experience a big battle. Now, even with his assistance, Zhiyuan suppressed the injury in a short period of time, but it still can't be reversed, and his life is gone.

After Zhiyuan heard Xuan Sheng's emotion, he couldn't help but say indifferently:

"What is the joy of life, why is it bitter to die, if you see through life and death, what is so terrible about the six realms of reincarnation?"

When Xuan Sheng heard this, he recited a Dharma name: "Amitabha!"

"Oh, I don't know what happened to the abbot a few days ago?" Zhiyuan's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered something.

"You mean the void leaf, right?" Xuan Sheng asked in a daze.

"Yes, that's what I'm talking about!" Zhiyuan nodded.

Xuan Sheng said with a puzzled face: "Lao Wei just doesn't know, after you picked him up, you personally sent him to the temple, and when he grew up, why did you want me to drive him down the mountain?"

"When I arranged for him to enter Xiangguo Temple, I really wanted him to grow up there and study Buddhism, even if I didn't have the luxury of becoming a high monk like the abbot, it was good to find a small temple like me. Zhiyuan smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's just that when I think about it later, I still think that he is not suitable to be a monk!"

Xuan Sheng was stunned for a moment, thinking that he hadn't seen much since you sent it, let alone taken care of it, how did he know that he was not suitable to be a monk?

However, when he thought so in his heart, he naturally wouldn't show it.

He pondered for a moment, smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and pointed at Huijue in the distance, and said, "Xuye's life experience, except for me and Xuanjing, no one in the temple knows. He is one of Hui Jue's favorite disciples, and if I take him away, it can be regarded as breaking his heart!"

In Xiangguo Temple, the monks are according to the "Xuanhui Void" to arrange the generation number, counting, the imaginary generation is also the backbone of the young monks.

"Hey! This matter has embarrassed the abbot!"

"It's okay!" Xuan Sheng shook his head and smiled: "I can also see that the void leaf dust is not over." Therefore, I still found a reason to let him go down the mountain!"

"Master Abbot's eyes are like torches! Thank you for making this happen!" Zhiyuan showed a hint of joy on his face and folded his hands.

Then he asked curiously, "Oh, I wonder what reason the abbot has come up with?"

"This ......" Xuan Sheng listened to him ask, his face strange.

But then he still confessed calmly: "A few days ago, someone just reported to me that there was an indecent video ...... in his mobile phone."

Zhiyuan was stunned when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Xiangguo Temple has strict rules, this son violated the rules and precepts, so he was kicked out of the mountain gate, and that should be!"

……

Five days later.

Jinling Linyin Temple.

The quiet sunset quietly reveals its face. The breeze came slowly, and the shadows of the linden trees in the courtyard were swaying, and they were filled with the sound of rustling.

Zixuan stood beside the ancient Bodhi tree in the courtyard, with a solemn face, her hand gently caressing the trunk, and the body of the tree trembled, as if she was conscious.

After she saw Lan Lan's information in the afternoon, she immediately put down her work and set off.

Lan Lan's message was forwarded, and it read: Master Zhiyuan, the abbot of Jinling Linyin Temple, sat down in the early hours of this morning.

According to the disciples of the temple, Master Zhiyuan seems to have expected his death that day. He summoned his closest dependents and disciples to his side in advance and told them, "Don't be sad, don't cry!"

After this explanation, the old monk sat upright in the side hall of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the public sat silently around the old monk to chant Buddha under the comfort of the new abbot monk of the temple. When he arrived, the hour hand pointed to 24 o'clock, and the old monk suddenly exhaled his last breath -- he sat down and passed away in an instant!

Master Zhiyuan said that he would leave, and the disciples still found it difficult to accept it, and they still gathered around the old monk's seat and cried sadly......

When Zixuan and the three arrived, they did not see Zhiyuan's body again. At that time, his body had already been incinerated by the disciples with incense wood.

It is said that when the body of Zhiyuan was burned, thousands of colorful relics were burned, some like pearls, some as white as jade, and some crystal clear as crystal.

Among these relics was a fingernail-sized silver relic, which was given to Zixuan by the new abbot according to Zhiyuan's will.

The new abbot of Lin Yin Temple is an old monk who is over half a hundred years old, and he is also a disciple of Zhiyuan. What Zi Xuan got from him, in addition to the silver relics, there was also a jade box.

Zi Xuan opened the jade box and was surprised to find a purple spherical fruit lying quietly inside. There are strange lines on the fruit, faintly revealing the breath of life.

Zixuan asked about this, and the old monk said that Master Zhiyuan didn't say much. The relics are his heart, and she may need them in the future. As for this fruit, the master only asked him to convey it to her, "Leave it to someone who is destined!"

"Sister, let's go!"

Lan Lan patted Zixuan's shoulder and said softly.

Zixuan nodded, and glanced back at the place where Zhiyuan was sitting.

There sat an old monk in a robe with hands as white as a baby, intently chanting. According to the abbot, it was a close friend of Master Zhiyuan.

Zi Xuan could naturally see that this old monk who had been reciting scriptures was not simple. The robe he wore seemed to be comparable to her Yellow Dragon Inner Armor, which had the effect of concealing her body and isolating her divine sense.

Zixuan finally didn't ask anything more. In her opinion, about such an unpredictable old monk as Zhiyuan, no matter how much she asked, there seemed to be endless question marks.

Leaving Lin Yin Temple, Zixuan and the three of them slowly walked down the mountain, and the sound of the bell chime in their ears gradually drifted away.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the glow of the sky surges, and the clouds roll up.

The vast sky is slowly unfolding like a magnificent picture......