Zen Master Yulong's breath became fainter.
"Xuyun, I am about to pass away, and you are extremely intelligent and have deep Buddhist roots. When you are eighteen years old, you will inherit the position of abbot of the ancient Xichan Temple."
Xuyun was shocked and turned pale.
"Zen Master, me"
Zen Master Yulong smiled.
"You are chosen by the Holy Son and your hope for the future of our Xichan Ancient Temple."
Xuyun opened his mouth.
"But I'm only thirteen years old."
"It doesn't matter. Before you take over the position of abbot, your masters and uncles will help you take care of the ancient Xichan Temple."
Having said this, Zen Master Yulong looked at the four old monks around him.
"Junior brothers, have you heard this?"
"I sincerely obey the decree of our senior abbot!"
The four old monks said with sad faces.
Zen Master Yulong took a deep breath.
But his eyes became darker and darker.
"Son."
Zen Master Yulong reluctantly called out.
Ye Qingyun hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, Zen Master, do you have any last words to say?"
Zen Master Yulong ""
All right.
It can be considered a last word.
"Holy Son, the poor monk has only one request in the end. Please accept it no matter what, Holy Son."
The corners of Ye Qingyun's mouth twitched.
He was afraid that the old monk would say again, "Otherwise, I will not rest in peace even if I die, and I will come to you even if I become a ghost."
"Um, what's going on?"
Ye Qingyun asked cautiously.
Zen Master Yulong pointed at Xuyun.
> "Please, Holy Son, please give me some advice on this child."
Ye Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief.
What else did I think?
It scared me so much.
So that’s what happened.
Ye Qingyun immediately patted his chest.
"Zen Master, just go with peace of mind."
Zen Master Yulong ""
Although it sounds strange, since Ye Qingyun agreed, Zen Master Yulong was completely relieved.
Zen Master Yulong sat cross-legged.
Spread your hands and place them on your knees.
The whole person showed a state of calm as water.
He looked outside the Buddhist temple.
It seems that I saw all the monks in the ancient Xichan Temple.
Looking far away, it seems that I have crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and saw many temples under Fuyun Mountain.
At this moment.
Inside the Shaolin Temple at the foot of Fuyun Mountain.
Huikong is chanting sutras.
Sudden.
Huikong seemed to feel something, and suddenly stood up and looked to the west.
A look of grief appeared on his face.
Then he knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and silently chanted sutras.
"Wishing the abbot to a blissful rebirth!"
Xichan Ancient Temple.
All the monks knelt down together.
Together they silently chanted sutras for Zen Master Yulong.
Zen Master Yulong just sat in the Buddhist hall.
In the sound of people chanting sutras.
He closed his eyes calmly.
Passed away.
It was also the first time for Ye Qingyun to witness the death of a monk with his own eyes.
I also had an inexplicable feeling in my heart.
Although he was not very familiar with Zen Master Yulong, this old monk gave Ye Qingyun a much better feeling than the Lord of the Buddhist Kingdom and the Four Great Buddhas.
At least, this is a pure monk.
There are no other unnecessary thoughts.
"Old monk, I hope you can go to the real paradise."
Ye Qingyun murmured.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the body of Zen Master Yulong after his death was shrouded in a faint brilliance.
Chapter completed!