Far away in the Dalin Temple of Sanqingguan -

The bells of Dalin Temple did not stop all night, and the bells rang a little differently than usual.

This is not the morning bell, it is the death knell, the heaviest funeral sound for someone, and the novice monks in the temple have all changed into solemn black robes, surpassing the person in the center.

Zen Master Kongjian, with his eyes closed and his hands folded, quietly sat in the center of the firewood cluster, without joy or sorrow, without any breath, as if he was meditating as usual.

The monks recited the Dharma name, recited the scriptures that belonged to the transcendence, and sent the Zen master Kongjian away.

"Amitabha—"

The older monks didn't have anything, but the younger novices had a lot of sadness on their faces that could not be hidden.

As one of the middle-aged monks who presided over it, he folded his hands and said lightly: "Don't be sad, Master Kongjian just went to the Western Elysium and went to the Buddha country to discuss Zen with the presiding officers of the past dynasties." ”

"Uncle Mingzheng... Is there really a Western Elysium? Do people really go to such places when they die? One of the dumbfounded little novices stopped crying, but still choked up and said, "But... When a person dies, isn't there no consciousness at all, and what Elysium can there be..."

Ming Zheng touched Xiao Shami's head and said gently.

"Believe it or not, the Buddha country is there, and people will inevitably die after all, and since they are all inescapable, then what difference does it make if the Buddha country is in or not? Since you don't know, I don't know, why don't you face every day in a better mood? Instead of wandering in the distress of life and death, it is better to see through the distress of life and death, right and wrong, success or failure, and it is better to look down on a little in this life. ”

Xiao Shami seemed to understand and listened to Mingzheng's words, but just listening to Mingzheng's words, his mood calmed down a little, and he stood aside obediently, and continued to chant to see off Zen Master Kongjian.

On the side, the sadness on the face of the little novice who has been following the Kumi Zen master is even more difficult to hide, and at the same time of sadness, there is endless attachment and reluctance, after all, it is the little novice who has been with the Kumi for the longest time.

Ming Zheng looked at the remains of the Zen master Kongjian, and he also felt sad, but he couldn't really show it, and on this occasion, as the acting abbot, he couldn't even express his sadness, so he could only silently recite the scriptures of transcendence.

A slightly blessed monk next to him also said with a 'sad' expression.

"Acting abbot, I feel very sad about the death of the master..."

Facing the monk in front of him, Ming Zheng sighed slightly and said lightly.

"Senior Brother Mingfa, you don't need to call the poor monk the acting abbot, you can call the poor monk the same as before..."

"Yes, it's junior brother. Mingfa bit the word junior brother heavily, anyone can hear the unhappiness in it, even Mingzheng knows what the unhappiness in it means.

It's just that I'm not happy that I became the acting abbot, not him.

Even if it is only an acting, it is also the position of the abbot, and he is a generation behind his first position.

"Senior brother, of course the poor monk knows your resentment, but this is the master's order, the master let the poor monk take the position of acting abbot, he should be obedient, why can't you think about it?" Ming Zheng sighed and said.

"Don't don't, don't say it, I seem to be coveting the position of the abbot, as a monk and a poor monk, the four are empty, but the junior brother is still young, I don't know if I have the ability to manage this temple, if the junior brother is unable to do it, it is okay to let the senior brother and I share the burden. Mingfa squinted and smiled, and after laughing, he turned into a 'sad' look, overspending himself for Zen Master Kongjian.

Ming Zheng didn't say much, obviously the age difference between the two is two years, can you take care of the temple?

"Really, the master is not sad at all, this is too big and empty, don't talk about feelings at all..."Ming Zheng sighed, and still moved some resentment towards his senior brother's attitude.

was complaining in his heart, but Ming Zheng still maintained the demeanor of the acting abbot, surrounded not only by the monks of Dalin Temple, but also by many monks from other temples.

Among them is Yijie and his master, an old monk with white hair and full of energy.

The sadness on the old monk's face is not pretended to be like the Ming Fa, but the real sadness.

"Although there is still a situation at the age of a poor monk, it is right to be detached from life and death, but once you face the death of an old friend, you will still be sad... Amitabha, even though my old friend has arrived in Elysium, he is still far away from me after all... I hope you can find your own Zen and your own Dharma. ”

"Zen Master Yuanxin, mourning..."Ming Zheng folded his hands together and comforted, without saying anything more.

Mingzheng knew that Zen Master Yuanxin was different from Xiao Shami, for Xiao Shami, he could not see through death, nor could he see through the meaning of death, for them, death was a sad thing that could not be relieved.

And for Yuanxin, it is the loss that an old friend of the same generation has left him, and he can no longer sit with himself to discuss Zen, and there is one less person with a similar concept to himself... This is also known as a friend.

Ming Zheng just sighed to himself.

"People, they can see through death, but they can't see through friendship... The four are empty, who can really be empty?"

"Master, let's mourn, what we can do is to surpass the Zen master of Kongjian, so that the abbot can become a Buddha and a bodhisattva in the Western Elysium. The expression on Yijie's face was exactly the same as the sadness that Ming Fa pretended, and there was even a little bit of schadenfreude that was not hidden.

For the last time I was scolded by the Zen master at the conference, I was still haunted by the ring, and this time when I received the news of my death, it was hilarious, and I even drank a little more of the wine I had hidden, which was very happy.

Yuan Xin didn't say anything, just quietly recited Buddhist scriptures, surpassing his former friend, hoping that he could die in Elysium as soon as possible, discuss Zen with the Buddha in his heart, and pass on the Buddha's ideas.

More and more people came, and there were even some lay disciples who came, and like those who attended the last puja, this funeral was only allowed by invitation, and these invited lay people were all 'VIP members' of the temple, the most hated crowd of Mingzheng.

These laity who were invited to come, when they saw the passing away Kongmi, did not have a sad expression on their faces, but showed a burst of joy, quietly took out their mobile phones, and took a selfie of the remains of the Kumi Zen master and themselves...

The standard V-sign gesture and glare.

"Momoda~"