The winter wood was gloomy, the sky was gloomy, and the icy wind blew from a corner of the north from time to time, drilling into the sleeves of people's clothes, as if they were also afraid of the cold. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info It was already noon weather, but the light was dim like evening.

The empty mountain is lonely, but there is some noise in the Qianning Temple at this time.

The people of Lao Gan's family have disappeared, and almost all the men and women in the entire Liujia Village are there, crowded in the courtyard behind the main hall, and there are many discussions.

In the middle of the temple, in an empty space, there was a mat on which kneeling Shengsheng and a senior brother.

A lifetime of howling and crying, a man hiding his face and crying.

Li Zheng walked up to the two of them and said softly: "Don't cry, the old host is sitting and walking, and he is relieved to go!" ”

Liu Yuanshan, who had just run to the yard, suddenly felt a sudden in his heart, and he couldn't breathe a little depressed.

Although the rape incident that occurred in the temple yesterday did not pass, but later, under the mediation of several respected old people in the village, the old Gan family and the temple were preparing for peace talks.

"My master is innocent, he didn't bully Lao Gan's daughter-in-law!" Sheng wiped his tears, pulled Li Zheng's trouser leg and screamed loudly, Li Zheng's eyes were red, he lowered his head and touched his life, and said, "I know, I know." ”

As soon as the people of Lao Gan's family saw the human life, they had already run out in disgrace. Although there is no definite evidence of what is right and wrong in this matter, it is clear at a glance.

What's more, the old host has accumulated good deeds in Qianning Temple in Balding Mountain for 20 years, and the old Gan family is a scoundrel, which is obvious to all.

"It's a pity, a human life!"

Liu Yuanshan sighed secretly in his heart, and blamed himself for being careless, when Duyuan arranged the funeral with him yesterday, he was destined to prove his innocence with death, but he didn't even think about evil.

But even if you think about it, what can you do, the old host has devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism all his life, and his heart has long been honed as firm as iron, even persuasion will not help. Thinking of this, Liu Yuanshan breathed a sigh of relief, and found an excuse for himself.

However, since the old man discussed the aftermath with himself before he died, the things promised to him still had to be completed.

"Come on a few gentlemen!" Li Zheng shouted in the meditation room on the west side, and then five or six people from the village walked over one after another, entered the west meditation room and carried the host out with a stretcher-like thing.

Although Wataru Yuan passed away, his face was as peaceful as ever, his eyes were closed tightly, his hands were folded, a red robe was draped diagonally on his body, and his thin face was filled with extraordinary calm, as if he was still reciting scriptures in his life.

His body looked soft and elastic, not at all like a dead person's corpse was stiff, and he sat on a stretcher, shaking from time to time as the stretcher moved, and his head was upside down and low, as if he was asleep.

"Enlightened monk!"

"Yes, Master Watayuan has gone to the West Heaven to see the Buddha!"

"Bah, the people of the old Gan family also framed the monk and defiled his daughter-in-law. I'm sorry, just his daughter-in-law's nest, it's dirty for pigs! ”

"Shhhh

……

There was a lot of discussion among the villagers in the courtyard.

Seeing the appearance of the master, I cried even more in my life.

Under the command of Li Zheng, everyone carefully carried the body of the old host to the palace of the king of heaven and placed it under the statue of Buddha, two rows of white candles were burned in the hall, the light flickered and dimmed, and the whole hall was depressed like evening.

Yisheng and Yiyi came in from outside, knelt down again, kowtowed to Watarina's body, and sat down on both sides, both wearing white monk's robes.

Liu Yuanshan stepped forward and lit a few sticks of incense, then sat down and asked, "When Master Duyuan passed away, what did he say, and what wishes did he have?" ”

One opened his mouth and thought for a while, then slapped himself in the face fiercely, and said, "It's all to blame on the little monk, I only care about sadness here, and I almost forgot about the big thing." My master told me last night that he was a disciple of Xiaojue Temple, and said that he would die in the future, so he returned to Xiaojue Temple and was buried in Houshan Tallinn. ”

"Yes, that's what the master said!" Shengsheng said: "The master also said, yes, to be buried!" ”

Tank burial is a kind of funeral ritual in Buddhism, and Liu Yuanshan has also heard of it in his previous life.

"Well, this matter is a little tricky!" Next to him, Wang Xiucai didn't know when he stood in the main hall, and after thinking for a while, he arched his hand towards Li Zheng and said: "Li Zheng, I think I still have to send someone to Xiaojue Temple, after all, Master Duyuan used to be a disciple of Xiaojue Temple." ”

Li Zheng immediately sent someone to deliver the letter, and Wang Xiucai said: "Ride my horse, so that you can hurry up!" ”

Xiaojue Temple and Qianning Temple are in the same mountain town, the direction of Liujia Village is about ten miles north of the mountain town, and the place where the Xiaojue Temple is located belongs to the west of the mountain town, from Liujia Village to Xiaojue Temple, a trip of about 40 miles, if you don't go on horseback, it is impossible to come back today.

The funeral was not ordinary, so Wang Xiucai borrowed the horse generously.

The person who went to Xiaojue Temple to report the news was a man in his thirties, tall and burly, and he heard that he was also sleek, the key is that this is Lizheng's biological son.

Everyone is very relieved about this person.

Next, the whole village was busy, some counted the relics of the old host for the funeral, some made some paper money, and some began to arrange the traditional funeral according to the practice of ordinary village people.

Wang Xiucai stopped these enthusiastic people in time and said: "Don't be busy, Master Duyuan is a Buddhist monk, and the funeral is different from ours, so let's talk about it when the people from Xiaojue Temple come." ”

Sheng Sheng suddenly said: "Master Xiucai, my master's tank he prepared before." After speaking, he led everyone to drag the burial jar out of a small utility room and pulled it to the palace of the Heavenly King and placed it in the corner for later use.

Liu Yuanshan looked over, the big vat is very simple, the black and swarthy is a stoneware, except for the bright yellow paint on the painting of a few Buddhist swastika marks on it, and the general vat is no different.

It seems that the old monk has practiced Buddhism all his life, has a pure heart, and does not care much about worldly things.

The sky is dark and the clouds are low, and the north wind is howling!

The clouds above covered the entire sky, and the black pressure suppressed the low hill from all directions, and the few remaining leaves on the trees on the mountain were all blown to the ground by the wind.

Everything is lonely, and the sky is dark.

In the evening, Sister-in-law Fan made a lot of food from home and brought it over, so that the temple stayed to help people eat a full meal. Two rows of bright candles in the palace of the heavenly king danced, and people gathered around the fire at night to ward off the cold, while talking interesting stories about ten miles and eight towns.

At this time, someone said, "Don't make any noise, the messenger is back." I saw Lizheng's son enter the hall from the darkness outside, and a layer of white snow fell on his body.