He replied: "The temple where the poor monk is located is Yangshan Temple, and now the abbot of the temple should be my senior brother." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Okay, then tomorrow I'll go on the road with the master. However, I'm getting into some trouble and need the Master's help. ”

Yuan nodded with a smile and said, "But it's getting late, so let's rest early." With that, he closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

Han Fei was confused by Master Yuan's words, as if his past and present lives had been seen by him, but Master Yuan should have no intentions for him. Then, Han Fei sat on the edge of the bed and took a nap with his arms propped up.

In the early morning of the next day, Han Fei woke up very early, and the first rays of sunlight in the morning had not yet shone into the abandoned old house, but the air was still very fresh. Han Fei, who was only going to take a nap, woke up and found himself lying upright on the bed, sleeping very comfortably, which soothed Han Fei's tense nerves in the past few days.

Han Fei got up and found that Master Liyuan was still meditating with his eyes closed. And the candle was still burning, although only a little bit was left, but the day had come.

Han Fei tiptoed out of the house, and bought a few vegetarian buns and two bowls of porridge at the breakfast shop that opened early in the morning, and specially added some side dishes to the white porridge.

When I returned to the house, I found that Master Yuan was still meditating with his eyes closed, and the candle had burned out, leaving only dried wax tears. Han Fei took a pot of clean water from a well shared in the slum and entered the house and put it in front of Master Yuan.

Han Fei called softly: "Master Yuan, wash up and get ready for breakfast." ”

But he didn't get any response, and Han Fei felt a little surprised. Ascetics generally have a very regular schedule, and sometimes even if they are sick, they will not fall behind in reciting sutras in the morning and introspecting in the evening.

Han Fei screamed a few more times but didn't get a response, and he couldn't help but think of the worst-case scenario in his heart. Han Fei stretched out his finger to probe Master Yuan's snort, which had stopped. When I touched Master Yuan's body again, it had already been as low as the lowest body temperature of the human body, and there was already a feeling of stiffness.

After Han Fei sighed, he sat next to Master Yuan and ate the breakfast he bought, and the two bowls of white porridge and a few vegetarian buns were eaten clean by Han Fei.

It has nothing to do with respect, the letting of the living is the liberation of the dead. For Master Yuan's death, Han Fei was a little sentimental, but he didn't regret it.

After breakfast, Han Fei found a small novice's clothes from Master Yuan's luggage to change into. Then he hired a few porters and carried Master Yuan in a simple wooden sedan chair, and he followed the sedan chair with a flowery face to chant. In this way, the group swaggered through the martial law gates.

Yangshan Temple is one of the most famous temples in the vicinity, because of the continuous flow of pilgrims, and even some people come from far and wide to petition. When there are many believers, the temple is naturally prosperous, and the originally rugged and difficult mountain road has also been stepped on. Later generations always took this road to the mountain for convenience, and then continued to be attracted by Yangshan Temple and turned to convinc. formed a cycle that continues to this day.

Even the porter heard that it was the senior monk of Yangshan Temple who passed away, so he only took half the price, and rushed to carry the relics of Master Yuan that Han Fei was carrying, but Han Fei politely refused.

I don't know how long it took, Han Fei didn't have much impression, he was indeed chanting seriously for Master Yuan, although he was just reciting an ordinary Bodhisattva Heart Sutra, but it was also extremely troublesome for Han Fei, who didn't practice often. It was still the porters who reminded Han Fei that he had arrived at the temple.

Han Fei took off the headscarf wrapped around his head and said to the porter: "Trouble the two of you to rest here for a while, and when I go to preside over it, I welcome Master Yuan home." ”

One of the porters said in surprise: "This master is the master of Yuan?" ”

Han Fei nodded and said, "Yes, is there any problem?" ”

The porter lowered his voice and said, "I heard that Master Liyuan seems to have been expelled from the temple because of a disagreement with the abbot. Will it not be accepted to go back like this? ”

After Han Fei pondered for a moment, he said: "It shouldn't be, Master Liyuan didn't have a trace of hatred when he mentioned the abbot, the legend may be wrong." ”

After that, Han Fei walked towards the temple, no matter whether Yangshan Temple accepted Master Yuan or not, he had to give it a try. Monks can laugh at any issues that are not related to the precepts, but they cannot work together if they have different ideas, especially after a debate, and no one obeys the other, and they have to leave one and leave one at every turn. The abbot can't leave the temple after all, and the one who should go should be Master Yuan. The more Han Fei thought about it, the more likely he felt, and if he didn't admit the concept of cause, he might really not be accepted by Yangshan Temple. In other places, it may be more likely to accept the deceased, but Buddhism believes in the afterlife, so it is difficult to say.

Han Fei finally decided that if Master Yuan's bones were not accepted by the abbot, he would propose to cremate the bones. A high monk like Master Liyuan has a great chance of being able to burn relics after death. If there is a relic, even if the concept is different from that of the abbot, it has to be accepted. After all, Buddhism is constantly improving, and many branches have been derived.

After deciding, Han Fei quickened his pace, and just before the main hall, he met a monk with white eyebrows and white beard wearing a big red robe, and a group of monks in seven-robed robes walking briskly.

At this moment, three melodious bells rang from the depths of Yangshan Temple. After hearing this bell, except for the monks who were hurrying away, the other monks put down what they were doing, folded their hands, closed their eyes, and chanted words in their mouths.

After being whispered something by a young monk beside him, the monk at the head began to walk in the direction of Han Fei, and said directly: "May I ask this donor, my junior brother is destined to be sent back by you?" ”

Han Fei nodded yes and replied: "Master Liyuan is outside the temple, is the master the host of Yangshan Temple?" ”

After bowing with one hand, he said: "The poor monk is exact, thank you to the donor for sending the poor monk back to Yangshan Temple." The poor monk went to greet the junior brother first, and then came to entertain the benefactor later. ”

Han Fei hurriedly said: "The master is at his own convenience, and settling down with Master Yuan is the right thing." ”

The abbot walked out of the temple with a group of monks. After seeing Yuan, only a very small number of middle-aged monks were touched, and the rest obviously did not know Master Yuan.

The abbot bowed down and whispered into Master Yuan's ear, "Senior brother, go home." ”

Then he said loudly to the monks: "Soul attraction, requiem." ”

With that, he took the lead in reciting the scriptures, and the rest of the monks in robes also muttered sutras. A few young novices gently helped the master from the simple wooden sedan chair and walked towards the monastery with the top of their heads. Led by the abbot, the masters walked around Master Yuan and chanted, and in the process of continuous marching, the monks on the way also continued to join the chanting procession.

Watching Master Yuan go away, Han Fei felt a sense of sacredness, and it seemed that the rumors were always a little unbelievable. In fact, the rumors are true, but the relationship between the two people is also the closest.

Just as liking and hating the same person is not a contradiction.

Now that the things explained by Master Yuan have been completed, Han Fei plans to leave Yangshan Temple, to be precise, temporarily leaving YC. He planned to avoid Qin'er and Lao Jin, but he didn't think of his next plan for a while.

Just when Han Fei hesitated, a crisp voice came from behind, mixed with laughter, and it sounded a little proud.

"Brother Han Fei."