During the conversation with Chu He, Master Xingdian's voice slowly became weaker and weaker.

In the end, it was as if he was asleep, leaning against the white wall, the sun shining through the window, shining on his thin body, warm.

Looking at the corpse of Master Xingdian, sitting there peacefully, if it weren't for Chu He's keen feeling, the other party's vitality had disappeared, and the dead air was spreading, I was afraid that I would mistakenly think that the other party was dozing off, just like every warm afternoon before.

When he walked out with the corpse of Master Xingdian, the chanting sound outside the scripture building paused slightly at the same time, and then it was slightly higher, and then it did not change again.

No one wept bitterly, and no one spoke generously.

For the vast majority of people, this is just a very brief scene in life, a passerby disappears from life, and perhaps only wait until a certain equally warm afternoon, will be bathed in the sun, and suddenly think that he has seen such a different old monk in his life.

Master Xingdian completed his practice from birth to death, and no one knows the story of his past.

The commentaries on the scriptures that remain in the scripture building may be put on the shelf after they have been sorted out, and then many years later in the scourge of war or an accidental fire, most of them will be lost, and finally only a fragment of words will be left.

The noble will eventually be forgotten, and the vulgar will remain vulgar.

Chu He suddenly felt that it was a kind of luck that Master Xingdian died like this.

People like him are not destined to live long, because the world may always let him down.

Yang Chan said that Master Xingdian would go to the Buddha kingdom of the King of Jizo and continue his practice.

Chu He expected it to be like this, but he didn't want it to be like this.

With such a contradictory mentality, Chu He placed the corpse of Master Xingdian on the firewood that had been prepared long ago.

Then from the scripture building, he took out the three thousand scriptures that he had copied by himself in the past three years, and placed them next to the corpse of Master Xingdian.

Instead of lighting the firewood directly with a spell, he struck the flint with his own hands and slowly ignited the scriptures first.

The monk is not a well-known monk, and there is no need to find another day, and the abbot and elders in the temple will preside over a grand water and land puja, and then burn it.

Since he is gone, let him go cleanly, and don't worry about it any longer.

Gradually, the fire spread, becoming raging and surging.

In his last days, Master Xingdian drank very little water, and his body was dry and easy to burn.

It was only an afternoon, and it was burned clean, leaving no impurities behind.

And in that pile of burnt ash, there were three crystalline relics, like precious stones washed of lead, shining in a gray yellow.

Many greedy eyes looked over.

Cultivators, coveting its miracles, although they don't know what it's used for, they also know that it must be a good thing.

Those ordinary monks completely feel that this is a rare pearl, and it will be very valuable to take it out.

But these people know how to refrain from restraint.

Before his death, Master Xingdian once said to everyone that everything in the mantle is inherited by the precepts.

Unless you want to fall into the evil way, you can't do this kind of thing. Of course, it is unknown how many people are secretly stealing and coaxing.

Chu He picked up the three relics, and before they could put them into the wooden box that had been prepared long ago.

Then I heard a voice coming from above: "The poor monk is cultivating, and he is feeling an extraordinary aura fluctuation. I didn't want such a monk to pass away in the temple, leaving these three body relics. ”

"This junior disciple is the disciple of the mantle chosen by this high monk! These three relics are of great use to the poor monks, so they might as well be handed over to the poor monks. Whatever the requirements are, as long as they are not excessive, the poor monks can meet them. ”

Chu He looked up, but it was the precept monk.

In the past, Chu He would make a fool of himself with the other party, and finally think of a way to pit the other party, not only to take advantage, but also not to let the other party take the relics.

But right now, Chu He felt that this precept monk was really disgusting and annoying to discuss the relics of Master Xingdian with such a philistine attitude.

"Don't bother, don't worry about the lawyer. The master left behind them are all Jishidu people. But I don't know what the senior brother wants to do? If it is used to save people, the junior brother should offer it with both hands, and if it is for his own selfish desires, he still hopes that the senior brother will forgive him, but the junior brother cannot agree. ”

"And... The monks don't speak, this is a temple, there are Buddhas and Bodhisattvas watching, senior brother can't bully me when I'm young, so he uses nonsense to lie to me. ”

Chu He's words were really full of needles, and he didn't give the monks any face.

The immeasurable monk who had already heard the news kept giving Chu He a look, but Chu He turned a deaf ear.

Although Chu He was angry in his heart, he did not lose his mind.

Although his words seemed a little impulsive, they were not brainless.

This is Jutong Temple, there are statues of gods and Buddhas in the temple, no matter how arrogant the monks are, they don't dare to be presumptuous here, otherwise the Buddhist disciples oppress the same disciples in front of the Buddha, if they happen to be seen by the Buddha who is idle and bored and swims here quickly, even if it is the Buddha of Dingguang, it is not easy to intercede for him.

Sure enough, after being scolded by Chu He, the face of the precept monk became stiff, and under the eyes of everyone, it turned purple, and he snorted coldly at Chu He, no longer in vain, but directly escaped into the clouds and disappeared.

It seems that he is no longer willing to deal with a little monk like Chu He.

Chu He understands that the dog that bites people does not bark.

A guy like the precepts will definitely hold back the bad water in secret, and he will never just give up.

If it was really the kind of person who blatantly said 'I'm going to kill you' and 'I'm going to kill your whole family' in front of the public, Chu He would have to breathe a sigh of relief. Such a simple-minded guy is usually easy to deal with, and he doesn't even have to do it himself, he has a way to easily make the other party betray his relatives.

Monk Wuliang walked over, slapped Chu He on the back of the head and said: "I see that you are very smart on weekdays, why are you so honest?

Chu He showed a silly smirk on his face: "Don't I have you, Master! You are an uncle, and you are still afraid of him?"

Monk Wuliang wanted to say that 'the Sprinkle family is really afraid', but in front of the disciples, he still had to maintain the dignity of the master, so he nodded solemnly and said, "That's right! Although you handled this matter a little inappropriately, there is nothing wrong with it." The relics of the monk are the property of our Jutong Temple, why should this kid take away a big cake in a word?"

Speaking of which, a sneer appeared on the face of the immeasurable monk.

At the end of the day, the precept monks are not their own people.

"After a while, Master I went to the abbot to report the matter, and the abbot warned him that he would not dare to make trouble if he thought about it. Monk Wuliang said, and added optimistically, as if comforting Chu He, and like comforting himself.

Chu He knew in his heart that things would never be so simple.

Only the strong warn the weak, how can the weak warn the strong?

"It seems that it's time for the ontology to come out and carry out activities, the hatred of three years ago, after three years, it's time to find an opportunity to revenge. ”

"I, Chu He, have always had a grudge and don't stay overnight, this time I have waited for three years, and I have made three years of preparations, which can be regarded as giving you enough face for the precepts!"