In the twenty-second year of Nanliang, the capital was built.

It is the season of late spring and early summer, the Qiang flute of Jinsu Tianjie sounds, and the light rain in the south of the Yangtze River is as moist as a crisp.

In the treasure hall, all the monks are singing in unison: "If people want to know, all the Buddhas in the three worlds should contemplate the Dharma realm, and all idealism creates ......."

Then the chime plays, crisp and ethereal.

A person in front of the Buddha, wearing a silk robe, holding a full gold bowl, hanging a jade string around his neck, now admits the conversion and baptism of the former abbot, three times please three bows, and it is delusional to listen quietly.

The teacher said: Take refuge in the Buddha, two-legged respect. Convert to the law and leave the desire. Take refuge in the Sangha, the most respected of all. Take refuge in the Buddha and do not fall into hell. Convert to the law, and do not fall into hungry ghosts. Take refuge in the Sangha and do not fall into the next life. Self-refuge in the Buddha, one should wish all sentient beings to understand the Great Dao and have a supreme mind. Self-refuge in the law, should wish all sentient beings, go deep into the scriptures, wisdom like the sea. Self-refuge in the Sangha, should wish all sentient beings, rule the masses, everything is unhindered, and the southern saints.

"Yichen, in the future, I will hand over this half of my life's hard work to you as a teacher, you must be a good student to practice, and you will go first as a teacher."

As soon as these words fell, all the monks saw with their own eyes that the eyes of the former abbot were slightly closed, and his breath gradually weakened.

It's just a smile and a death, and the soul has entered the wilderness.

"Why me? My real name is Cangyang, and I have never been a dust. "In front of the Buddha, there are thousands of knots in his heart, and he is even more concerned about the red dust, and he has not yet realized the Tao.

Not only did he not want to, but so did the monks.

Although they have never stopped chanting the Great Compassion Mantra in their mouths, they actually have their own thoughts, and they have no hearts -

"Why is he, he has no qualifications, and he has no Buddha will."

"Could it be that in the hundred years of history of our temple, no one has not succeeded?"

"If it wasn't for the birthday selection, how could it be him!"

"It's dust, but it's dust everywhere."

"If it weren't for His Majesty's selection of this person, how could the abbot be willing to pass on this mantle."

"Where can I blame the senior brothers for not being convinced, this person is not even convinced by me."

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