Chapter 8: The New Abbot (Page 1/1)

Sending off the acquaintance Xiaolin, Xuanyi sat cross-legged and quickly settled down, and the Buddha's light that couldn't stop circulating on the surface of his body reflected the golden light in the somewhat dim room. The law in his arms is like a hot potato, the current situation of Huyan Temple is extremely bad, there are only seven people left in the huge temple, and in addition, they were tied to the chariot of the Wen family and were involved in disputes in the rivers and lakes for no reason, which can be said to be a bleak prospect. And he was ordered to come here alone to take over the abbot's position, and the end was extremely dangerous.

The next day, in the center of the Huyan Zen Temple, Xuanyi sat on the main seat, and Pufa sat in the first place from the right, followed by two young monks, who were the only three generations of disciples of the Zen Temple. From the left, there is only a slightly chubby, round-faced monk, who is the first master of Puzhi in the lecture hall.

The abbot succession ceremony was officially carried out in such a shabby and depressed environment, according to the meaning of Xuanyi, there were only a few monks left, and the originally cumbersome ceremony was carried out simply.

"Ahem!" Pufa coughed violently for a while, and stood up, his voice was raised suddenly, and he said with a solemn face: "Disciple Pufa received the abbot's edict, and today officially handed over the position of abbot of Huyan Temple to the fourth generation of disciple Zhenwu. ”

Hearing this, Xuanyi immediately got up, respectfully took the big seal of the abbot of Huyan Zen Temple with both hands, and sang: "The disciple will sweep away the filth and revitalize the Buddhist sect!"

I don't know what the future holds, but I can't be weaker.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" all the monks of Huyan Temple got up in unison and recited the Buddha's name in response. At this point, Xuanyi officially became the third generation abbot of Huyan Temple.

Here it is necessary to explain the difference between the abbot and the abbot, the semantic meaning of "abbot" is "to settle down and maintain", originally meant to refer to the person who passed on the Buddha's Dharma and continued the Buddha's wisdom, and later referred to the presiding officer of each monastery. "Abbot", a square room, also known as the abbot's room, abbot's room. That is, the abbot's residence or guest hall in the Zen temple, also known as the letter abbot, the main hall, the hall head, originally referred to the abbot's room, and now it is turned into the supreme leader of the temple and the preacher of the Dharma.

The abbot is a monk who accepts the Dharma from generation to generation, there is a law scroll to prove its inheritance, the abbot can not have to, and the abbot often has a certain social influence, the abbot of a temple can be changed at will, but the abbot is not, although the two are similar in terms of authority, but the social status is completely different. Therefore, Jingxuan Zen Master can be called the abbot of King Kong Temple, but Xuanyi cannot be called the abbot of Huyan Zen Temple.

At the end of the ceremony, Xuanyi received the robe and Zen staff symbolizing the position of abbot from the hands of Shami Kobayashi, officially completing the transfer of rights to Huyan Temple.

"See the abbot!" Pufa was the first to get up, staggering and bowing to Xuanyi.

"Uncle Shi, please get up quickly. Xuanyi stepped forward to help him up, and the rest of the people in the hall followed suit when they saw this. Xuanyi had scanned the four people in the hall before the ceremony began, and the round-faced and slightly chubby Puzhi combat power rating could reach B-, and among the four, Guang Hui's strength was the highest, reaching B-level, and the rest of Guangshan and Zhike Xiaolin were both C-level. Among the monks, only the first master of the Luohan Hall, Master Puchen, has not yet arrived, and it is said that he is sitting in the Wen family at the invitation of Wen Bin at this moment.

Xuanyi frowned slightly, since he came here, the root of everything seemed to be closely related to this Wen family. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: This Wen family is a good method, and a mere 100,000 lines of silver can drive the Huyan Temple to work hard for decades.

Kind eyebrows and kind eyes of Pu Zhiduan sat in the first place on the left, although his martial arts are sparse and ordinary, but fortunately, he gave birth to a good tongue, in his spare time, he often went down the mountain to preach Buddhist teachings for ordinary people, and along with the transformation of fate, he practiced the ability to observe words and colors.

Pu Zhi was not interested in the position of abbot, and he was indifferent to who the successor was, and he had even already calculated where he would devote himself if the Huyan Temple died out one day. At this moment, he was looking at Xuanyi secretly with his eyes squinted, and the anger that flashed on Xuanyi's face was naturally taken in by him.

He secretly said in his heart: The young boy in front of him is said to be a fourth-generation elite disciple sent by the head temple, and he was stationed in one side at the age of nearly eighteen.

Xuan Yi rubbed his temples, and his forehead throbbed abruptly a few times, and the "Heavenly Eye" hidden behind the jade in his forehead opened a gap slightly.

"Guanghui Guangshan, you two will help Uncle Pufa back to the quiet room to recuperate, and the others will go separately!"

"Obey!" The monks dispersed, leaving only Xuanyi sitting in the Buddha hall, looking depressed and not knowing what to think.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and Xuanyi's weekdays, in addition to helping the law to heal his wounds, were to meditate and practice or study all kinds of secret copywriting in the Zen temple. Until one day, Xiao Lin led several big men to come.

"Lord Abbot, the Wenjia of Jinyincheng sent someone to congratulate you. ”

"Oh, Wenjia?" Xuanyi put down the book in his hand: "Please!"

Several men in strong costumes carried several wooden boxes under the leadership of a young man into the central Buddhist hall, the man couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw the appearance of the Xuanyi sitting on the main seat, and the next second the man quickly reacted and sang loudly: "The Jinyincheng Wenjia congratulates the Zhenwu master of Huyan Temple on taking over the position of abbot, and he is here to present a gift!"

Another middle-aged man beside the man immediately picked up the gift slip and read: "Present a pair of high-grade white jade walls! A pair of famous paintings from the previous dynasty! 5,000 Buddhist scriptures! 10,000 catties of high-quality sandalwood! 10,000 taels of silver!"

This writer is really generous, but this Buddhist hall is full of the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, and the Xuanyi is ridiculous.

"The little monk has thanked the donor here!" Xuanyi bowed, and the donation of the Wen family was like timely rain, re-injecting "vitality" into the Zen temple that could hardly be opened.

The young man accepted the salute calmly, he straightened his clothes, and his eyes revealed the unique shrewdness of a businessman: "Introduce yourself, Xiaosheng Wencheng, the sixth in the family, this time I am here to congratulate Master Zhenwu on taking over the position of head of the family, and invite the master to enter my Wenfu on a certain day." ”

Xuanyi glanced at him and replied, "Please return to the head of the Wen family, and the little monk will go to visit tomorrow." ”

"This is very good, my Wen family is waiting for the master to come!" Wen Hua arched his hand and led his subordinates to turn around and leave, and a group of people hula lala also walked away.

At the top of Tiger Rock Mountain at midnight, Xuanyi sat on a bluestone, the robe blown by the night wind whirred, and countless dots of grass and wood essence gathered in one place and were absorbed by the core of the wood. Listening to the sound of insects in my ears, the bright moon above my head seems to be close at hand, which is very interesting.

Compared with the silent Huyan Temple, the surrounding gangs are much more noisy, and the shouts of the drinking order and the collision of cups and bowls can be faintly heard.

Three months! Give me three months, and I will definitely revive the Huyan Temple to its former glory! Xuanyi swore silently in his heart.

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