As the abbot of a monastery, Zen Master Dingzhen also had an unusual monk's pomp and circumstance when there was no shortage of traditional rituals for the monks.

Although this was by no means the old abbot's intention, who told him not to leave a last word?

Although the temple has not yet been fully renovated, the news of the death of Zen Master Dingzhen spread in the capital of Daegu, and the people who came to mourn were endless.

Although the emperor did not attend in person, he also sent the prince as an envoy to pay respects.

Even the Hualong Temple has special officials stationed in the temple to help the monks of the temple to preside over this Buddhist funeral.

After all, the Dragon Temple is also a royal Zen temple in essence, and Dingzhen Zen Master is a high-ranking monk, who deserves to be respected and treated as he deserves.

Coupled with the rules of the Dragon Temple and the intervention of the imperial court, from entering the shrine to entering the tower, the funeral ceremony is cumbersome, and it is expected that the Buddha alone will have to do more than ten times.

The time is the third day after the death of Dingzhen Zen Master, and the nobles and many people of Yongjing City have already come.

The whole Hualong Temple can hear the chanting of the monks in the nearby meditation room, and the people and nobles who will still stay in the temple also have it, which can be regarded as the more pious group on weekdays, and the next thing is to wait for Fu Tubi, that is, cremation.

There were also some officials of the imperial court who were helping outside the temple gate.

An official of the Ancestral Department of the Ministry of Rites walked with the monk in front of the temple until they reached the mountain gate.

Looking down the steps, there are still many people who climb the stairs and come up to draw the dragon temple today.

The official looked over there and asked the monk next to him.

"Master, have you seen Daoist Xue come here in the past few days?"

The monk could only respond truthfully.

"I haven't seen it, Daoist Xue is a master, maybe he has already come, but we didn't notice it."

"Alas!"

The official sighed, hoping that the emperor would not blame himself at that time.

At noon on the same day, the body of Dingzhen Zen Master was cremated, but at the end of the cremation, the monks of Hualong Temple actually found some beads showing a multicolored luster in the ashes of the old abbot.

This immediately made the monks happy, and also made the audience worship one after another.

After the cremation of Dingzhen Zen Master, the news of burning the relics spread throughout Yongjing again, alarming the nobles of the capital and the old emperor in the palace again.

When the old abbot "entered the tower", there were many people who came to watch the ceremony, and people almost blocked the painting dragon temple to the point of impassing.

However, most of these will be high-ranking officials and nobles, and even the old emperor of Daegu finally came in person, but there are not many people, after all, the emperor is here.

Even the relics of Dingzhen Zen Master were invited by the royal family to bring more than ten pieces back to the palace and enshrined in the palace.

After more than ten days, the noisy funeral of the monk in the Dragon Temple gradually came to an end, and everything slowly returned to calm.

Of course, perhaps because of the arrival of the New Year, the atmosphere of Yongjing City quickly turned to the atmosphere of the New Year, and both the common people and the gentry and nobles quickly entered the state of the New Year, and the atmosphere was also festive.

Coupled with the triumph of King Xiaowang of Daegu in quelling the rebellion and returning to Beijing before Chinese New Year's Eve, the people at the foot of the Son of Heaven in Yongjing suddenly felt that the world was peaceful and even more happy.

It's just that during the Spring Festival this year, the old emperor in the palace didn't feel too festive.

Today, the palace in the imperial garden to enjoy the plum, the old emperor in the garden plum pavilion sits, a few favorite concubines are also accompanied, there are more big and small princes on the side, one by one laughing and playing, shuttling between the plum trees, stepping on the snow on the ground one by one.

This was also a rare moment of relaxation in the palace, where the old emperor sat in a velvet coat and a few stoves beside him.

"Daoist Xue still hasn't appeared after all, isn't Master Dingzhen's funeral worth his appearance?"

Seeing the emperor looking at him, the old eunuch was shocked, and suddenly remembered that he had said that Xue Daochang should appear before, and hurriedly replied.

"Your Majesty, the old slave thinks that the Taoist chief has appeared."

"Oh? What do you mean by that? ”

"Dingzhen Zen Master is a Taoist monk, Xue Daochang is a Taoist master, the two naturally sympathize with each other, and the Taoist chief will come to see the master for the last time."

The old eunuch replied as he pondered, and quickly cleared his thoughts.

Now the emperor is becoming more and more moody, although he is favored by his close servants, he has to be careful, if he is not careful, he will not be able to protect the night, I don't know how many people will fall into the well.

Thinking so, the old eunuch continued.

"It's just that Xue Dao is profound, and he is already a living immortal, he doesn't want people to see it, he doesn't want to be disturbed, so how can a mortal soldier and a small official see it?"

The king of letters on one side also hurriedly spoke.

"Father, Gonggong Liu is right, Xue Daochang is a strange person in the world, and the immortal path is important, with his relationship with the master of Dingzhen, how can he not be there, it's just that he doesn't want to be disturbed, so no one can see it."

The emperor's expectations for Xue Daoren are not high, and they are even getting higher, and the words of the old eunuch and King Xin coincide with some of the expectations in his heart.

Hearing this at this moment, the old emperor couldn't help but nod slightly, a little deeply impressed.

"yes. If the Taoist chief doesn't want to, how can the mortal pawn see it?"

The melancholy in his tone was hard to dispel, and the old eunuch could hear it, and even those who were not playing in the garden around him.

The old eunuch hurriedly spoke.

"Your Majesty, as His Royal Highness King Xin said, the Immortal Dao is very important, maybe Daoist Xue and Your Majesty are the same!"

The emperor's face suddenly looked a lot better.

Nearby, the prince snorted coldly, only to feel that Liu Jing, the old eunuch, was very bewitched by his father, and at the same time looked at King Xin over there, his eyes showed a little disdain.

This would be a little unbearable, and the prince spoke.

"Dingzhen Zen Master is indeed a high-ranking monk, he does not seek profit in life, and he does not seek fame after death, father, is this Xue Daochang also such a true Taoist?"

The way the prince asked was sincere, as if he was really asking without knowing a little curiosity.

In fact, the question has been more obscure through the question, the so-called true master, how can he pursue glory, wealth, fame, fortune and favor, then Xue Daoren came to the palace to seek fame and fortune and play lust and indulgence, what kind of ingredient is the father and emperor, you need to know it.

Who knew that when the emperor heard this, he looked at the prince beside him with a smile.

"Guang'er, you don't know about the capital when you lead the troops, this Xue Daochang is indeed a master in the world, and the sky changes in the mountains that day, and only the Daoist can see it clearly."

"I see, Erchen knows, I really want to meet this Taoist chief if I have the chance."

Hmph, only he can see clearly, isn't that the same as making things up?

The matter of painting Longshan a few years ago has been rumored to be like a myth, and there are no less than three versions that King Xiao has heard during this time, which is really ridiculous, and seeing his father like this, he feels a little sad.

"There is a chance, there is a chance, when Xue Daochang returns to the palace, he will be able to see it."

The Emperor seemed a little sleepy as he said this, and closed his eyes in his chair.

The old eunuch hurriedly signaled to the surroundings, and suddenly some eunuchs moved the screen to block the wind for the emperor, and many people around the emperor also retreated.

King Xiao walked out of the court, watched the snow in the courtyard press Mei Linghan flowers blooming, and looked at King Shin who walked out beside him.

"Third brother, I heard that you presented dragon scales to your father, and also brought an insatiable county order to kill your wife and seek glory? The dragon scales are gone afterwards, it can't be melted, right? ”

"Humph!"

King Xin snorted coldly before he said.

"There are also many people in the palace who have seen it, and my father is also present, you can go and ask! If it weren't for that, how could my father change the name of the Dragon Temple? ”

"Hehehehehehehe"

King Xiao just smiled and didn't say anything more, he naturally had his own channels and learned about some things.

The so-called Xue Dao people should indeed have some ability, and he should be a warlock who can point spells.

In comparison, the head catcher of Haiyu County, who avenged the unjust woman, hired Taoists to do drama and win in danger, which was really brave and strategic, but it made King Xiao look at it even more.

After seeing through the above, this Zhong Zhutou who broke away from the capital alone afterwards is a true righteous man!

Xue Daoren, who had different evaluations in the hearts of everyone in the palace, finally went up the mountain at this moment.

It's just that Xue Daoren is not dressed as a Taoist, and there are not many people who have really seen his face clearly, but no one recognizes it.

When I arrived at the temple gate, the plaque had been changed.

"Hualong Temple is also appropriate."

Yes, the painting dragon temple was renamed the dragon temple by the imperial gift, this painting dragon mountain is now also known as the dragon mountain, the pronunciation has not changed the meaning of the word but changed, and it will be an allusion to the people of yongjing city for a while.

Hualong Temple is still not completely repaired, but it is much better than before, at least Xue Daoren didn't feel how dilapidated it was when he entered the temple.

During the Chinese New Year, the temple is full of incense, and people come and go, and no one cares about a middle-aged man.

Walking along some high and low mountain roads, Xue Dao people finally arrived at the back mountain of Hualong Temple, which is unlikely to come to the ordinary pilgrims, where there are some pagodas, which is the final place of the death of the monks of Hualong Temple.

Now that this place has returned to desertion, none of the pilgrims went here when Xue Dao people came.

However, when I arrived at the pagoda in front, I could faintly hear the sound of chanting.

The Taoist walked forward, but saw that in front of the new pagoda, a little monk was sitting there with his eyes closed and chanting, and there was also a person walking on the path on the other side of the mountain outside the temple, a man in green shirts.

In addition to stopping his gaze on the little monk, Xue Daoren's eyes were also subconsciously attracted by the green-shirted guest who was getting closer and closer.

There is still snow around, and the other party's green shirt seems to be a little thin, and he walks with the snow on the mountain road in the breeze, which is quite a feeling of outstanding style.

The long gray hair looked like it had fallen with bits of snow.

And the other party also turned his head at this moment, and nodded slightly in the direction of Xue Daoren, and the latter also nodded.

Xue Daoren's steps were faster, and he first arrived near the little monk nearby, and the little monk had just finished reading a scripture, so he paused to look at his side, and then got up and saluted the visitor.

"Xue Dao is good!"

Xue Daoren was slightly surprised, he walked here from the bottom of the mountain, and met a lot of monks, only the little monk recognized him, so he solemnly returned the salute.

"Hello little master! I'll take a look at the master, the inside and outside of the temple are very strict in those days, and the poor people don't dare to come over. ”

While speaking, Xue Daoren looked at the green-shirted guest who came with a smile, but the notice in the city has not been removed, will this person go to the government to notify the news and receive the reward?

The little monk smiled a little innocently and cutely.

"Master has already left, the rest is a scene, and it is okay for the Taoist to come or not."

Xue Daoren's face was shocked, this little monk was not ordinary, and he couldn't help but observe it carefully.

And the man in the green shirt who had just arrived at the side smiled and asked at this moment.

"In that case, then why are you chanting here, little master?"

Being asked like this, the little monk's smile also disappeared, and after seeing it, he looked at the pagoda again, hesitated, and whispered.

"I miss Master"

(End of chapter)