Outside the tenderness of Xiaoxiang, thousands of miles away, Lin'an, in Nirvana Temple.

The main hall is brightly lit tonight, but no monks in the temple are here. They are only in the new head of Nirvana Temple wearing cassocks and holding Buddha sticks, and Zen Master Jiezi is here.

This master is also a person with a unique identity in Nirvana Temple.

In his early years, although he was a disciple of Zen Master Yuanwu, he was only a lay disciple and was not truly included in the gate wall of Nirvana Temple. It was not until after Jinling that Zen Master Yuanwu ordained him.

However, the Buddhist name of Mustard Monk should have been followed by the "Kong" generation of the Iron Niu Monk, but because of his previous experience, the Buddhist name was not easy to change, so he simply ignored the rules and used the previous Buddhist name.

By the way, it would be meaningless to be entangled in the past rules at this time of great change in the world.

Tonight, in this temple, besides Master Mustard Seed, only his master, Zen Master Yuanwu, was left. More than three months ago, the master was destroyed by the Penglai Patriarch in the Lin'an War. His strength was greatly damaged and he was even in critical condition.

After more than three months of recuperation, my body has now shown signs of recovery. This Nirvana Temple martial arts focuses on body refining, making my body extremely powerful and the speed of healing is naturally amazingly fast.

Unfortunately, although his body recovered, his martial arts could not be restored to his fullest.

The injuries he suffered before were too severe. According to his own estimate, it would be impossible to recover without several years. Tomorrow is the season of Bailu, the mustard monk will follow Shen Qiu and his party to Zhenhailou for an appointment.

A great monk like Yuanwu, who is in love with the common people, will naturally not be absent.

However, his way of participating in this battle was different from other warriors.

Tonight, he was waiting for the time to come.

The light and agile sound brought by the wooden fish strike echoed in the temple, and two monks turned Buddhist beads and chanted scriptures with the same frequency, just like a man singing Sanskrit.

Until the Lankavatara Sutra was finished, the old monk Yuanwu raised his head and looked at the big Buddha statue shining with a golden halo in the bright lights in front of him. His two white eyebrows were floating around his cheeks.

It seems that I am watching the Buddha statue, but it is like touching the scene and feeling.

After a few breaths, the old monk asked:

"A disciple, can you make a golden body?"

“It’s still a little bit short.”

Mustard Monk replied:

"Although the Wujie Realm of Forgetful River has helped me improve my skills, a thousand miles a day, the method of the Golden Body is not only powerful, but also requires the Buddha Zen spirit to be added. This state of mind cannot be realized overnight.

However, based on the current progress, you can cultivate into a golden body in another one or two years."

"Um."

Monk Yuanwu was not disappointed, he said:

"The disciple is born with the sign of dragon energy. When Xiao Qingqing sits on the dragon throne, the luck of the world will be completely returned to the Great Chu. The dragon energy will be born, and the disciple will help him cultivate the golden body of the dragon subduing Arhat, which will definitely be more pure and grand than if he is cultivated by the teacher.

My disciple has experienced the vicissitudes of the world and has many insights into the grievances, love and hatred in the world. With a clear Zen mind and a perfect state of mind, it is also expected that this will lead to the enlightenment. By practicing Zen and martial arts, you will surely be able to attain the great way.

If you hand over this Nirvana Temple to you, you will feel at ease to be your teacher.”

Hearing these words like entrusting the lonely, half of the evil ghost and half of the Buddha's face showed a strange expression. He coughed a few times and said to his master in a low voice:

"Master, Shen Qiu has already said that he just keeps his soul temporarily, and his body is frozen. When the matter is finished, his soul can return to his body. With your martial arts and martial arts cultivation, Master will live for another forty or fifty years and be relaxed.

How should I go to Nirvana Temple in the future? How can I make a decision by my disciple? In this Buddhist sect, you are respected as the leader of Master, and you will have to take charge of the overall situation in the future.

Why do you say such parting words?"

The old monk Yuanwu did not answer immediately. He stretched out his hand and tapped the wooden fish several times. In the miso echo, he said:

"I have remembered some things and some memories that I have forgotten, as if I have been deliberately ignored, once again came to my mind, and I have some insights in my heart.

Maybe parting is right in front of you.

Disciple, please listen to your teacher slowly telling you.”

The old monk lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his eyes. The pupils that were once extremely clear were now covered with a few turbidities, as if the old monk was really old.

He said:

"I have lived as a teacher for more than seventy years. Most of the warriors of my generation have died of old age and withered. Naturally, no one talks about the martial arts world of the martial arts of the world seventy years ago.

Actually, there is nothing to say. At that time, just like now, it was not so chaotic.

At that time, the Great Chu was still there. Although there were chaos in the world, the general public was generally at peace and the world was less turbulent, which was not as turbulent as in the past twenty years.

My master has also seen the grand scene when the Taihang Immortal Gate was still there.

Even Wu Chenzi caught a strange beast and planned to open the furnace to refine elixirs. When he ascended with the corpse with the method of elixir, the old monk also received an invitation from the Taihang Immortal Sect and even witnessed the scene of the world collapsing with his own eyes.

These memories should be fresh in memory, but I put them behind my mind, not imagining or recalling them.

But these days suddenly I remembered it.

Only then did I realize that the world we have existed had long changed. I experienced it myself. That year, when Zhang Moye was granted the immortal fate in Taihang Mountain, I was at the foot of Taihang Mountain.

That year, so many things happened, and that year was when everything started."

The old monk's words stopped.

He laughed and said:

"When I think of these old things, I think it is probably because there is a decisive decree in the dark. The chaos of nearly thirty years is about to end. Perhaps, as Shen Qiu said, this trip we are heading to Penglai Fairy Mountain.

No matter what wins and loses, no matter what the result is, we will witness the arrival of a new era with our own eyes.

But the disciple.

If the old turtle who has lived for too long as a teacher is full of the aura of the old era, how can we enter the new era with you?

No matter whether it is good or bad, the old monk is incompatible with it. My soul is filled with a trace of decay, and the old monk can even smell it when it is late at night.

I've made up my mind.

Perhaps, passing away tonight will be the best ending for my life.”

"Master!"

The mustard seed monk's face changed drastically.

He said in a deep voice:

"Not like this! We monks, seeking the purity of the six senses, can escape from the world, practice Buddhism, and want to save sentient beings, and first save yourself. Where can we give up?"

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"This is not giving up, disciple."

Monk Yuanwu closed his eyes, tapped the wooden fish again, and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

He said:

"Every period of life should have an end. I just foresee the end of my life. I inform you in advance. When that day comes, I will go to you and the disciples in the temple. I don't have to feel sad about my departure.

I have been here in this world, seen laughter, heard crying, and protected the new life with my own hands and repelled disasters. For more than seventy years, what I saw and heard has made me feel a lot.

I have traveled through the world, done things to eliminate demons and defend the way, and helped the southern country. I was confused and fought hard with the heroes of the times. I have also seen heroes fall and the world cry.

When he was young, he was also shaken. He was nostalgic for the world of the world and was not afraid of his disciples' jokes. When he was a teacher, he was quite close to a female donor who had incense in the temple.

A little bit near.

Just a little bit, I abandoned Buddhism and went back to the world as a teacher.

Unfortunately, luck makes people feel bad.

Now, if I could be braver as a teacher, I might be full of children and grandchildren now, hahahaha.”

The old monk laughed when he talked about his embarrassing things when he was a teenager.

He said:

"Birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with enemies and hatreds, separation from love, not seeking, the seven sufferings in the world, the old monk has tasted them all, and now he has achieved perfection, and can open the door of the new era with his own hands to let the light shine into this world.

Disciple

Master’s life is already wonderful enough. If the sea of ​​suffering is submerged and wants to the other shore, he is trapped in a weak water and cannot transcend. If he dies, he will die."

The mustard seed monk wanted to persuade him again, but suddenly heard a sound behind him.

The candlelight in the treasure hall swayed at this moment, and footsteps came again. Chen Qiu was still dressed in a white robe and black shirt. He carried his hands on his back and landed lightly and walked towards the Buddhist temple.

"The monk wants to die, but he is afraid it won't be that easy."

He said:

"What is the new era, the old era, the monk is clearly too obsessed with it!

Just because you do your best, you can't save Lin'an's innocent innocent person, and you feel incompetent. But you are not a Buddha in the world and have no great power to change the world. You want to force yourself to save everyone in the world. This is a dream.

What's more, now that the cycle of reincarnation does not exist in the world, the old monk feels that he is born in darkness and is difficult to enter the light. Even if he wants to reincarnate and re-cultivate and enter the Pure Land, he doesn't have that condition."

Chen Qiu nodded slightly to the Mustard Monk, then took a step forward, some of who were not polite and put their hands on the shoulders of the old monk who was chanting scriptures.

He said:

"Master, don't be anxious. After we win this battle, should we continue to wander around the world, or return to the cycle of reincarnation, and practice the next life, Chen will definitely get the master's wish."

"How can you be sure, that's what I think in my heart by the old monk?"

The old monk Yuanwu sneered.
To be continued...