He didn't say the words, but sat down and began to chant for him......

Jian Junxi glanced at the volley, puzzled, after all, she didn't inform them.

Ling Kong explained solemnly: "As soon as I went back, Master suddenly said that he saw Master Hongyuan come to say goodbye to him, so he ......"

Jian Junxi nodded as if he suddenly realized, did not reply, and stood up on the mud.

Ling Kong knelt next to Hongye, the back of his hand pressed to the ground, and his mouth was also broken and muttered.

Jian Junxi glanced at them lightly, and then at Hongyuan, who had passed away.

After letting go of his slightly stiff right hand, he helped him to lie down on the stone bed, and finally, hung the Buddha beads on his chest.

Remembering his last words before he passed away, he wanted to burn his bones, turned around and walked out the door.

They originally lived in the woods, and when they were fine, they would pick up the fallen twigs, but if they had to burn the bones, a little twig would definitely not work.

Just as she was hesitating what to do, she looked up and saw a lot of wood at the back door, which should have been cut down for greenery.

She walked over, slung two pieces of wood of the same size on her shoulders, and strode up the back hill, and so on and so forth.

The thin ones were carried together, and the thick ones were carried one by one, and they were carried for an hour, and they were so hot that they were sweating profusely and they were so tired that they were out of breath.

After moving, the robe on his body was also soaked, and he felt that his mouth was dry, and he raised his eyes to look at the darkening sky, and walked towards the cave in confusion.

After entering, the two of them were still chanting, and she walked lightly to the stone table, did not dare to make a sound, poured a large glass of water and drank it gurgling.

Strictly speaking, she can only be regarded as a wild monk, because Hongyuan adopted a free-range method and did not officially take her into the monastery.

As a real monk, there are actually many rules, but Hongyuan felt that her time was limited and not important, so she did not teach her.

She is not bound by their rules and regulations, although she doesn't understand, but she also maintains a silent and undisturbed attitude......

The food on the table was already cold, and at this moment, she had no appetite, so she put down the glass of water and picked up the materials on the table.

When you open it, you will see her ordination (proof of the identity of each monk), stamped with the official seal of the Buddhist Association.

Mainly because the modern edge needs to be in the name of the monastery, if there is no identification, it is equivalent to fraud.

A monk without proof of identity is a fake monk, and Hongyuan is also to avoid unnecessary trouble.

From now on, she is a real monk, but Hongyuan has not mentioned this matter to her, thinking of his old man's good intentions......

couldn't help but turn his head to look at Hongyuan on the bed, he had been moving wood just now, and he didn't think about anything in his mind, but now when he saw him again, his heart was like a wasp pricking, and he was pinched in pain.

The fog under my eyes became thicker and thicker, and from now on, I would never be able to hear Master's scriptures or feel his warmth......

At night, as scheduled, a huge full moon hung in the sky, as big as a golden disk, emitting a huge light that made the small stars around lose their original brilliance.

There are a few auspicious clouds, which are swaying with the breeze, making the moonlight more and more moving, and the illuminated earth seems to be covered with a layer of silver veil.

Ling Kong and Jian Junxi lifted Hongyuan along with the straw mat and put it on the wood she had placed before, and Hongye sat on the side and kept chanting

(End of chapter)