The three of them walked among the woods, and the meditation monk smiled at Liu Sheng and asked, "Can the donor play chess?"

"I wonder if the master is playing Go or chess?" Liu Sheng looked at the meditation monk and asked rhetorically.

The meditation monk smiled slightly, and was not in a hurry to answer. Take Liu Sheng and Jia Fu to the middle of the woods. A round stone table, four stone benches. On the stone table, a chessboard is drawn, and the three of them are seated. The meditation monk took out the chess pieces from under the stone table and put them on the table: "If the donor does not dislike it, you can accompany the poor monk to play a game."

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, the master is the elder, and you can choose one side first." Liu Sheng saw that the monk Jingxin was interested in playing chess, and hurriedly gave in respectfully.

The meditation monk picked up a red cannon: "Then the poor monk will choose the red side, and the cheeky face will go first."

"Artillerymen, trebuchets, bed crossbows, shoot far but not close." Jia Fu looked at the cannon and remembered Liu Sheng's explanation of this word before.

The meditation monk did not answer Jia Fu's question, but after setting up the chess, he asked: "Two donors, how do you feel about my Buddha Jue Temple."

"Compassion and compassion make people admire". Liu Sheng remembered the scene of the monks coming down the mountain that day, and sighed sincerely.

Jia Fu also nodded and agreed: "What your temple has done is convincing."

"Up to now, the temple has been established for hundreds of years. But the poor monk found that we were not as good as the two of you." The meditation monk remembered what he had seen and heard in the past two days, and sighed from the bottom of his heart. Kindness, let the lonely old people in the world have something to rely on, and let the orphans have to teach. Relief for the poor and the desolation, so that the world may be less desolate. These are what they have always looked forward to every day. It's a pity that the Fojue Temple has few people, and now, not only has it not been realized, but it is even more difficult.

Jia Fu was embarrassed after hearing this, and looked at the meditation monk and hurriedly humbly: "It's all a fluke."

"The way of businessman, get its big profits. With its benefit, it will provide for the good of the world. With such ingenuity, such means, and such courage, our generation of monks are willing to bow down. If one day there are good halls all over the world, how beautiful it will be, but unfortunately the poor monks can't see it." Every time the meditation monk thought of this, he sighed.

Liu Sheng looked at the meditation monk and thought of a question in his heart: "The master has always said that the limit is coming, why is this."

"I look at the master's body, it is extraordinarily tough, how can it be that the limit is approaching." Jia Fu was puzzled and looked at the meditation monk.

After listening to this, the meditation monk's thoughts drifted to Jiangnan: "The poor monk should have been in Jiangnan, and he went to Elysium with his senior brothers. But the presiding brother, they had something to say before they passed away. Let me cremate their bodies and scatter their ashes to the Yangtze River. Bring back the robes for them and take a look at our home."

"Master, what is birth, old age, sickness and death". Liu Sheng looked at the meditation monk, and this question appeared in his heart.

The meditation monk did not answer directly, but looked at Liu Sheng and asked rhetorically: "May I ask the donor, what is the pain."

"Pain? But I couldn't ask for it." Jia Fu couldn't help but interject, expecting a reply from the meditation monk.

After thinking for a while, Liu Sheng replied carefully: "I once heard Daoist Mingyi say that if you have pain in your heart, you want to be free. Then he can only use a more painful way to cover up the previous pain. There is no other way to give peace of mind."

The poor monk felt that it was nothing more than two words. In life, birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, are all contrasts". Meditation monk, at this time, slowly say the answer in his heart.

After hearing this, Jia Fu realized something and muttered to himself: "Comparison? Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion, life and death, happiness and unhappiness are all relative."

"If there is no contrast, there is no suffering. There is no end to the bitter sea, and you must know that the shore is the only way to turn back." The meditation monk talked eloquently, and he used to discuss such topics as life with those senior brothers from time to time.

After listening to this, Liu Sheng looked at the meditation monk and pondered: "There is no suffering without comparison."

"There is no joy in life, and there is no sorrow in death. Life and death are the meaning and continuation of each other. When people come to this world, they only walk a spiritual path." The meditation monk sighed for a long time, as if he had realized something, but it was a spiritual path to Elysium.

After listening to this, Liu Sheng reflected, is life really just a spiritual journey: "Is death the beginning of another life?"

"Fallen leaves return to the roots, birth, old age, sickness and death, my normal feelings". After the meditation monk finished speaking, a gust of wind blew. Patches of withered yellow leaves fell one after another.

The sound of coughing sounded, and Jia Fu looked at the meditation monk: "Master is unwell, or we will help you go back."

"If the chess game is not opened, how can you go back". Monk Jingxin shook his head lightly when he heard Jia Fu's concerned greeting.

Liu Sheng looked at the chessboard and laughed: "Master, please drop the chess pieces first."

Two people play chess and one watchs, and the wind stops after a while. Leaves dripped down like raindrops, and the meditation monk closed his eyes slightly, not speaking.

Liu Sheng and Jia Fu waited for a while, and saw that the meditation monk still closed his eyes, his hands on his lap and did not move. Jia Fu felt something strange and glanced at Liu Sheng, who nodded at him.

"Master, it's your turn to move". Jia Fu asked softly to the meditation monk.

There was no answer, only the sound of falling leaves. An unpleasant feeling appeared in his heart, Liu Sheng stood up and walked over: "Master? But I fell asleep."

Ren Ran didn't reply, Jia Fu boldly pushed gently, feeling that something was wrong and looked at Liu Sheng, "Brother Sheng, take a good look."

Stretching out a finger, he put it on the nose of the meditation monk, and he was no longer breathing. Liu Sheng looked at Jia Fu and sighed: "Master of meditation, he has passed away."

"Death? How can it be. Wasn't he still there, playing chess with you." Jia Fu didn't believe it, and quickly stretched out a finger and tried it. Sure enough, there was no breath, and I remembered what the monk had just said quietly, and I was full of emotion.

Liu Sheng looked at the withered yellow leaves that fell one after another, and sighed in his heart: "In late autumn, the sky kills, and the fallen leaves return to the roots."

"Late autumn? Maybe". Jia Fu looked at the scene in front of him and thought for a moment.

Liu Sheng glanced at Jia Fu, who was in deep thought, and shook his head: "The top priority is not to be busy with emotion. We should first go and inform the little host of the Buddha Jue Temple."

"What Brother Sheng said is reasonable, but unfortunately he was fine when he came, but now he has become such a scene when he leaves." Liu Sheng was booed when he thought about it. Liu Sheng heard him say play and strode out. Jia Fu also hurriedly followed forward.

As soon as he came out of the woods, the little monk took some people and waited outside for a long time. Liu Sheng hurriedly saluted and looked at the little monk and his party: "Master Jingxin, you have just passed away."

"Death, sure enough, Uncle Jingxin, he expected it himself. The little monk came here on the orders of his uncle and waited for you." The little monk looked at Liu Sheng and Jia Fu and explained slowly.

Jia Fu looked at the little monk suspiciously: "Master Jingxin, I have expected that he himself will die in the forest?"

"Uncle Shi not only expected this, but also ordered us to fully support you in the future and open a good hall. Later in this regard, but there is a life. I will go all out in my Buddha Jue Temple." The little monk said the meditation monk, the previous arrangements and instructions.

"In this way, from now on, there will be all of you." Liu Sheng hurriedly thanked the little monk and his party.

On the contrary, Jia Fu had a doubt: "Since the meditation master predicted the time of his death, does he have any arrangements for his posthumous affairs?"

"Cremation, send disciples with ashes. Go to the south of the Yangtze River and scatter it on the Yangtze River". The little monk spoke in a very flat tone, as if he was saying something inconsequential.

When Liu Sheng heard these words, he admired: "The master's mind makes people admire."

"Before Uncle Shi passed away, I thought I wouldn't see you, so I deliberately left a pair of calligraphy and paintings for the little monk to hand over to you." After the little monk finished speaking, a monk, holding a scroll of calligraphy and painting in both hands, handed it to Liu Sheng.

Liu Sheng took the calligraphy and painting and looked at the little monks. Feeling that he shouldn't be disturbed too much at this time, so as not to delay the posthumous affairs of the meditation monk, he hurriedly said goodbye: "Now that everything in your temple is complicated, we will disturb it next time, and we will not leave it today."

"Master of meditation, the aftermath is great. Brother Sheng and I, let's retire first." Jia Fu heard Liu Sheng's farewell and also came to his senses.

Several people resigned one after another, and the little monk sent Liu Sheng and Jia Fu to the foot of the Buddha Temple in person. Liu Sheng opened the calligraphy and painting, and a green lotus came to life. Next to Qinglian, there are a few lines of small words: Good as Qinglian, out of the mud without staining. If there is compassion in the heart, there will be no suffering. A green lotus was given to Liu Sheng. May the hearts of the lay people be like a lotus platform, and scatter good thoughts in the world - meditation (gift).