Hearing Lin ask about An Sheng, Lu Zheng's voice couldn't help but sink again, "...... It's still the same. ”

It's distressing to be thin......

When Lin heard Lu Zheng say this, he didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh heavily.

Who would have thought that such a thing would happen?

How could Master Puyun ......

To be honest, don't say that I never thought that Master Puyun would have such a day before, even now, the Lin family is still a little incredulous, but he hasn't said it.

There's not much to say.

There are some things that don't exist if you don't believe him, and it's impossible for the Lin family not to understand this truth.

But people are often like this, knowing that it is impossible, but they still hold on to a little hope, because if there is no hope, what hope do people have to live?

......

Time flies, and it's about to be a small year in a blink of an eye.

The imperial court was sealed, and the officials didn't have so many things to do, so Lu Zheng could often run up the mountain.

Although it is not possible to stay, it is possible to go two more times.

Although he didn't know why Master Puyun was willing to see him, he understood that it must have something to do with An Sheng.

The master didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to ask more, but he kept hanging his heart.

He has always been afraid that Master Puyun will really go one day, so how sad should An Sheng be......

But he never dared to say this kind of thing in front of An Sheng, An Sheng was already bitter enough, and he always had to let her still have some hope.

......

On the day before the new year, Lu Zheng went up the mountain with some edible food.

His trip was very low-key, and he did not go up from the stone steps of the front mountain, but walked directly from the back mountain, just to avoid the public's attention.

Approaching the end of the year, there are a lot of people who come to Hongji Temple to incense, Lu Zheng and Si Qi got off the horse at the back door, and were about to explain that Si Qi took the horse to feed some water to drink, and he took something to find An Sheng, but just got off the horse, before he could say it, he heard a bell ring in the temple.

The bell rang very differently and usually, and Lu Zheng was stunned for a moment.

Then he saw Si Qi looking at him with a shocked face: "Master, this ...... It's ......"

Before the word death knell could be spoken, he saw Lu Zheng throw something and run inside.

Siqi didn't bother to pick up things, so he hurriedly dragged his horse and followed.

Lu Zheng entered the fourth, ignoring the inquiries of the monks in the temple, and a few leaps rushed towards Master Puyun's Zen monastery.

The monk who knew the guest hadn't seen him clearly, and when he saw him rushing into the temple like this, he thought that he was coming, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted to chase him.

Then he was stopped by the Priest who caught up.

"Master don't be anxious, master don't be anxious, the one who went in front of him was the prince of the country, and the little one was the prince of the world, and he dared to ask the master, the bell in the temple was loud, it was ......."

Before Si Qi finished asking, he saw the monk with a sad face and folded his hands, and said the Buddha's name, "Don't hide it from the donor, my temple Puyun Master and Uncle Ancestor have passed away......"

Although there had been speculations for a long time, when he really heard the news from the monks in the temple, Siqi was still so frightened that he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The monk knew the identity of Siqi and Lu Zheng, so he didn't chase Lu Zheng anymore, and made a Buddhist salute to Siqi, saying: "The temple is busy, I'm afraid the hospitality is not good, and please don't blame the donor." ”

Si Qi was stunned, his whole body was excited, he came back to his senses, and hurriedly said to the monk who knew the guest: "Master doesn't have to care about me, don't ...... The master is busy first......"

......

When Lu Zheng rushed to Master Puyun's Zen Temple, he first heard a burst of Sanskrit sound coming from inside, and he couldn't help but shake his body.

For a moment, he was too scared to take a step.

But then he managed to compose himself.

An Sheng was inside, and he told himself that he had to go.

Lu Zheng dragged two extraordinarily heavy legs into the Zen courtyard, followed the Sanskrit sound to the meditation room where Master Puyun meditated and participated in meditation on weekdays, and as soon as he entered, he saw the person kneeling with his back to him on the couch in the middle.

That's An Sheng.

Lu Zheng will never be mistaken.

The man lying in front of An Sheng......

There were many monks sitting in the meditation room in Hongji Temple who would not easily appear on weekdays, and they were not surprised by Lu Zheng's arrival, nor did they stop them, and let Lu Zheng walk towards the center step by step.

In a short journey, Lu Zheng walked with great difficulty, he never knew that he was so timid.

How could it be so sudden?

He couldn't figure it out.

He came up the mountain yesterday, and Master Puyun is obviously fine......

Lu Zheng finally walked to An Sheng's side, he slowly knelt down beside An Sheng, and looked at An Sheng who wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

He didn't know what to say......

Let Ansheng mourn?

Lu Zheng suddenly thought of his childhood, and he remembered that when his father died, many people told him this.

What did you think about him at the time?

It was probably too long ago, and he felt like he couldn't remember it a little.

But it doesn't feel good all the time.

Therefore, Lu Zheng was stunned for a while, but just stretched out his hand and put his palm on the back of An Sheng's hand.

Then he felt a burning heat, one drop, two drops...... landed on the back of his hand, and he couldn't help but shrink in when it was hot.

An Sheng didn't move, didn't even make a sound, only cried silently.

In comparison, Huitong and Qinghui, who were kneeling not far away, cried much louder.

But despite this, no one can say that An Sheng is not sad.

Lu Zheng couldn't help but tighten his grip on her hand.

He found that he didn't know how to persuade An Sheng, and it seemed that all he could do now was to accompany him silently.

......

The chanting lasted for half an hour.

Lu Zheng also accompanied An Sheng to kneel in front of Master Puyun's body for half an hour.

He didn't feel tired, he was just worried that An Sheng wouldn't be able to hold on.

In comparison, he would rather An Sheng cry out loud like Huitong and Qinghui, after all, the catharsis is more thorough, rather than crying silently all the time, which is the most hurtful.

Her face was very ugly, pale and almost human-like, not to mention that she had lost a lot of weight during this time, Lu Zheng was naturally worried about her body.

But he couldn't say anything to persuade her to rest.

Not to mention An Sheng, even he can't accept this result.

It was so sudden, he couldn't imagine how it could be so sudden, Master Puyun went!

But if you want to say that there is nothing positive in advance, you can't say that, after all, since entering the wax moon, Master Puyun's situation has not been very good......

It's not good, he's alive after all......

Buddhists pay attention to downplaying life and death, but in fact, how many people in the world can do this?

They are still ordinary people in the end, so naturally they don't care about life and death.

In particular, Master Puyun is so important to An Sheng......

Just as Lu Zheng was sighing, he suddenly heard an old and compassionate voice behind him, "Huitong, it's time to send your master to the funeral." ”

Hearing this, Huitong couldn't help crying louder, but he didn't refute it, but responded with "yes" while crying.