The wind is bleak

"Amitabha. Fuxian Guangfa said slowly: "Don't be sad, people always have to die, you can't cultivate to the tribulation period, no one can escape life and death, you can see that you are fine, and the poor monk died well." ”

"Amitabha. And all the people were full of sorrow.

"Senior Abbot, don't say such things, let me help you heal. Cihang monk said, but Puxian Guangfa stopped him: "Don't waste your aura in vain, Cihang monk will take the decree." ”

"The disciple Cihang monk received the abbot's decree. "Monk Cihang and the monks knelt on the ground.

"After I passed away, the meditation of the Dharma Cizhai was taken care of by the monk Cihang, who was the fifth abbot of the meditation method. Fugen Guangfa said.

"Amitabha, disciples follow the Dharma. The crowd responded.

"Senior brother, this is not a place to stay for a long time, after I pass away, bury me and the abbots of the past dynasties, and you will leave here with everyone, find a remote place, and rebuild our meditation and meditation. Fugen Guangfa said.

"Well, don't worry, Senior Abbot. Cihang monk said slowly.

"Amitabha. Fuxian Guangfa looked at Jiang Chu'er behind him: "Are you okay?" His attitude was gentle and full of kindness.

I don't know why? Jiang Chu'er had an inexplicable feeling in her heart when she saw Fuxian Guangfa blocking the attack for herself, especially that Fuxian Guangfa was dying now, but her heart was very painful, the kind of pain that she couldn't speak.

She hated the monk in front of her before, why is she ...... now.

Jiang Chu'er's eyes were moist, and she shook her head: "I'm fine, thank you seniors for saving your life." ”

"Chu'er, he ....... "Tianxu Zhenren wants to tell Jiang Chu'er about the matter, this is the last face of Jiang Chu'er and his father, if he doesn't say it again, he won't have a chance, and it may become a regret for Jiang Chu'er and the Fuxian Guangfa monk in the future.

"Amitabha!" Puxian Guangfa recited a Buddha name, interrupting the words of Tianxu Zhenren: "Tianxu Daoist, let's let the poor Dao talk!"

Tianxu Zhenren nodded, and at this time, everyone looked surprised.

Fuxian Guangfa slowly took out the jade pendant in his arms and handed it to Jiang Chu'er on the side, he held Jiang Chu'er's Qianqian jade hand, with a somewhat happy smile on his face.

"This ...... How can this jade pendant be in your hand?" Jiang Chu'er looked at Tianxu Zhenren in surprise, obviously he handed over this jade pendant to Tianxu Zhenren, why did Tianxu Zhenren give the jade pendant to this old monk? Tianxu Zhenren did not speak, but just looked gloomy. The abbot of Fuxian Guangfa sighed: "Because this jade pendant is decorated with a token of love given to your mother by a poor monk." ”

"What?"

Not only Jiang Chu'er was surprised, but even all the monks present were taken aback, the monk Puxian Guangfa in Jingfa Cizhai is the abbot, and as the abbot, he is definitely not allowed to be emotional! This is a taboo in Jingfa Cizhai, but Puxian Guangfa has been affectionate towards mortal dust, how can they not be surprised!

"Senior brother, what are you talking nonsense? Affection for mortal dust is an unforgivable crime!" Cihang Monk hurriedly said, in fact, he knew about the Fuxian Guangfa, but he would never have imagined that the Fuxian Guangfa had a child. He didn't want to see Fuxian Guangfa ruined when he died, so he reminded him like this that as long as he changed his words slightly, everyone would believe his words.

However, Fuxian Guangfa did not want to change his words or deny it: "Senior brother, don't hide it for me, I have been ashamed of Jiang Shiyi for so many years, this matter makes me unable to let go, and now that the deadline is approaching, I finally have the courage to say it." He held Jiang Chu'er's Qianqianyu hand and smiled happily: "Chu'er, can I call you like that?"

Jiang Chu'er had water droplets in her eyes, and now her mood was really complicated, she hated her parents at the beginning, why did she abandon her, if she saw them, she would have to question them properly, but now that she saw them, she didn't know what to say.

"Don't blame me, I was forced to leave your mother back then, and I didn't know that your mother already had you at that time, otherwise I would rather not be the abbot of this quiet Dharma Ci Zhai, and go against the Master's decree, and I would go to your mother and daughter. Fuxian Guangfa was a little excited, coughed up, and his face turned pale: "Your mother gave birth to you alone in the mountains, and it is difficult for her." Her eyes looked at the sky in the distance, and the red glow in the west was beautiful: "Poetic, I'm sorry for you, I'm here to accompany you." ”

"Don't ...... No...... Don't see each other is parting!" Jiang Chu'er's big autumn eyes finally couldn't help but shed tears: "Dad, I don't want to live alone like this, don't leave me!"

"Daddy!"

Hearing Jiang Chu'er's call, Puxian Guangfa suddenly had tears in his eyes, and smiled at her: "Child, thank you for forgiving me." ”

If the Buddha was ruthless, he would not be able to benefit all sentient beings, and this situation made all the monks of Jingfa Cizhai show sad expressions! Their eyes also moistened.

"Little benefactor Li Ji, the poor monk has one last request, please be sure to agree to the poor monk. Fugen Guangfa said to Li Ji.

"Senior, please say, as long as I can do it, I will do my best. Li Ji stepped forward and came to the side of Fuxian Guangfa and squatted down.

Fuxian Guangfa smiled slightly, and was full of satisfaction to Li Ji: "Take care of Chu'er, I can hand over Chu'er to you...... Million...... Don't ...... Don't let ...... Let ......" His words suddenly stammered, his chest rose and fell very much, and then, there was a 'gurgling' sound in his throat, and before the words were finished, he held Jiang Chu'er's hands relaxed, and plunged into Jiang Chu'er's arms.

He would never open his eyes again, but there was a smile of joy on his face.

"Daddy......" Jiang Chu'er took Fuxian Guangfa's body into her arms and cried loudly.

Everyone present shed tears at the same time!

"Don't worry, Senior Puxian Guangfa, I will definitely take good care of Chu'er!" Li Ji said slowly, and then hugged Jiang Chu'er's fragrant shoulder, and Jiang Chu'er leaned his head on his sturdy shoulder.

A breeze blows.

Silence is very.

For a long time, all the monks sat around the Puxian Guangfa and recited the "Sutra of Passing Away", hoping that the Fuxian Guangfa monks could step on the Western Pure Land as soon as possible.

......

......

On this night, all the Jingfa Cizhai monks took turns to recite scriptures for Fuxian Guangfa, and Jiang Chu'er held the body of Fuxian Guangfa, motionless and did not speak, Li Ji was just accompanying him.

According to the rules of Jingfa Cizhai, as soon as the sky was brightened, the monks of Jingfa Cizhai cremated the monk of Fuxian Guangfa, and buried his bones under the white pagoda in the back mountain.

Only the successive abbots of Jingfa Cizhai are qualified to bury their bones under the 'Death Tower' in this mountain after death, which is the highest honor of Jingfa Cizhai.

"Miss Chu'er, mourn!" Cihang Monk said slowly to Jiang Chu'er.

Jiang Chu'er looked at the jade pendant in her hand, as if she was thinking about people by borrowing things.

Li Ji and Tianxu Zhenren bowed deeply three times in front of the White Pagoda to the bones of Fuxian Guangfa.

"Cihang Daoyou, what are your plans?" asked the Heavenly Void True Man.

"In accordance with the instructions of the abbot, we are going to leave here and go to a hidden place to rebuild the meditation and dharma meditation. Cihang monk said slowly.

Li Ji took out the 'Great * Method of Washing the Marrow' in his arms and handed it to the monk Cihang and said: "This is the treasure of the meditation method and Cizhai, and it should be returned to the original owner." "Of course, Li Ji has already memorized the mental method of the great * method of washing the marrow, and this great * method of washing the marrow is meaningless to him, and he should return it.

"Amitabha!" Monk Cihang took the Dharma of Washing the Pulp and put it in his arms: "Thank you Li Ji for your great kindness to Jingfa Cizhai, if you have any needs in the future, it is incumbent on you to Jingfa Cizhai." ”

"Alright, everyone pack up, and we're ready to set off to find our home. Monk Cihang said to the monks.

"Li Ji Daoyou, take care, I really don't know when I will see you again. The monk who broke the ring said slowly.

"You have to keep it too, we'll see you again if you have a chance!" Li Ji patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Amitabha!"

The monks walked down the mountain one after another, and their figures disappeared on the other side of the horizon.

Tianxu Zhenren and Li Ji watched them slowly disappear deeply, as if there was a bit of desolation.