In the meditation room deep in the temple, looking at the old monk who was dying on the bed who was obviously about to pass away, Yang Yi was so embarrassed: Is this Lingmen? He is the abbot of Shaolin Temple?
It's true! The monk wearing ordinary monk's robes are already surrounded by cassocks. He is not qualified to enter the Zen room. Monk Xuanci is lying in the ear of Lingmen and calls him softly: "Abbot, Master Lingxiu is back, Abbot, please open your mind.
Look at it.”
As expected, the abbot of the Lingmen who had half-closed his slit and had his eyes scattered, suddenly opened his eyes wide and his lips stopped trembling.
Even though Buddhism is profound, many monks around him can't help but shed tears. Xuan Ci said in a trembling voice: "Abbot, Master, he is really back, right next to you."
A low cry of cry: "Abbot..."
Forty-one years ago, Tan Yan, abbot of Shaolin Temple, passed away. According to his will, and all the monks of the "Tan" generation of monks of the entire temple and the Dharma Academy, were only 23 years old, but with profound Buddhist knowledge and superb martial arts, the Lingmen monk became Shaolin Temple.
New abbot.
At that time, the Supreme Martial Arts of the Central Plains, Li Xiaoyao, also went to Shaolin Temple to mourn Tanyan and visited the abbot of Lingmen to observe the great ceremony of the abbot of Lingmen. Lingmen held the ceremony of Li Xiaoyao as a junior.
Lingmen was an outstanding abbot. Over the past 41 years, under his leadership, Shaolin Temple has made great progress in both Buddhism and martial arts, and has become the leader of the Central Plains in both aspects.
But today, there is only one person who is known to have an immortal body. Although Master Lingmen has boundless Buddhism, he reached the end of his life due to illness at the age of 64.
The aftermath of his life has been arranged, and Lingmen has been dying for eleven days, but he has been reluctant to go to the Western Paradise to meet the Buddha.
For eleven days, the Lingmen Master kept muttering "Senior Brother, Senior Brother", "Senior Brother Lingxiu, where are you?"
45 years ago, the 53-year-old monk Lingxiu was kicked out of Shaolin Temple for a trip, but he never looked back. That year, Lingmen was 19 years old.
In the past ten years, the Lingxiu Lingmen and the Lingmen were both brothers and fathers and sons. They let the Lingmen, who was orphan since childhood, adopted by Tan Yan in the temple, buried many warm memories in their hearts.
After becoming the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Lingmen also sent people to find a senior brother to let go, but there was no news. As time went by, once you calculated the senior brother's age, you would know that there was no hope.
This became the biggest regret in the heart of the Master of Lingmen. However, he was a monk who had attained enlightenment and had long abandoned the six desires and separated the mortal world. He would not affect his practice because of this matter.
But when he was dying, the Buddha's light could not forever cover up the desire for human nature. The Lingmen instinctively called on the senior brother who had been missing, and therefore he was unable to travel the West for a long time.
He was impatient when he waited, and the monks in Shaolin Temple also felt very sorry for the old abbot.
Then, on the twelfth day, an old monk holding the Lingxiu Decree suddenly appeared at the entrance of the temple. This must be the Buddha's will. Long live the Buddha, the abbot's Dharma is boundless, and the Lingxiu Master is immeasurable.
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The abbot of the Lingmen turned his head slightly and looked at Yang Yi who was at a loss. He thought to himself: It's bad, this group of bald donkeys don't give anyone any chance to explain, so he forced me to be Yang Wulang.
Look at the current situation. After explaining the truth, you will either be angry to death on the spot or besieged by this group of thieves and bald donkeys, and it is very likely that both will happen. There are too many people and the temple is deep. I may not be able to fight.
There will be a big loss.
"I……"
Lingmen looked at Yang Yi, and a shiny light suddenly burst out from his turbid eyes. He was stimulated by the sudden good news and returned to his back, obviously recognized that the person in front of him was not the senior brother whom he had been thinking about day and night.
Who are you? Why do you dare to break into Shaolin and deceive me? Could it be that your desire is not good for Shaolin? What's wrong with my senior brother?
The heart is clear and the mouth is muscular. At this time, the abbot of Lingmen can no longer express complete verbal information.
"You...sen brother..."
The abbot of the Lingmen suddenly reached out and grabbed Yang Yi's forearm tightly, and with his reaction, he could not dodge at all. Yang Yi was shocked: It is worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin, and he is so good at this.
Then, the abbot of Lingmen heard a "keep~~" sound from his throat, and his legs were kicked and his eyes were out of focus, and he passed away.
Sheep 1: "…"
In the eyes of the monks around, the abbot of the head finally met his unforgettable senior brother Lingxiu before his death. He called out affectionately, then held his hand emotionally, and rode the crane to see the Buddha with peace of mind.
A large area of ​​knelt down in the Zen room, and the monks sadly bid farewell to the spiritual gate of a generation of monks and bid farewell to their most beloved abbot.
Crane, fly slowly, let us look at the abbot, and then look at our master (master). Crane, fly slowly, let us the great master abbot, and then look at the one he loves deeply
This mountain and this land, let’s look at the person he loves deeply.
A messy but extremely sad call permeated the Zen room, and the bald monks knelt all over the floor outside the door, and everyone was calling for their dear abbot.
Gradually, the call gathered into the Buddha's name, and the monks in Shaolin proclaimed the Buddha in unison.
"Amitabha~Amitabha~Amitabha~Amitabha~Amitabha~..."
The Buddha's name is holy and magnificent, echoing like a bell and great bell, and it echoes in the mountains of Shaoshi and then goes straight into the sky.
Only Yang Yi was still like a fool, bent in front of the bed, grabbed the Lingmen and held his hand, completely unsure of what he was wrong.
The monks were extremely moved: Look, Master Lingxiu (Master Master) held the abbot's hand tightly and did not want him to leave in a hurry. He even forgot the Buddha's name Gao Xuan, and just wanted to look at his junior brother for the last time.
Want to take a look.
Finally, Xuan Ci felt sorry for Yang Yi, so he gave a deep tribute and said, "Master, please feel sorry for me. The abbot has achieved great merits. After going to the Western Paradise, you should not be too sad."
"oh……"
"Master, seeing you are so busy, I think you have been traveling a long way back to Shaolin Temple.Master, you must take care of yourself, and you must not hurt your body due to sadness. Otherwise, Xuanci and the younger generations,
If you have any face, face your Lingmen mentor.”
"oh……"
"I ordered people to prepare a Zen room meal for my master. I will go to rest first. I hope my master will rest assured. You must have no mistake in the ritual of passing away. You can rest with peace of mind."
Sheep is absolutely at ease at this point. If the monk doesn’t know how to hold a funeral, no one in the world will see you again.
He said, "Oh..."
Yang Yi has no choice but to explain now. He will cause trouble no matter what he says, so he can only let these bald donkeys do anything.
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Seven days later, the relics of the Lingmen were buried in the Talin. Xuanci, Xuancheng, Xuandu and others invited the sheep that had eaten, slept and ate for seven days to the ear room on the side of the Main Hall. This was the discussion of the monks.
a place.
Except Yang Yi, seven or eight monks all have the "Xuan" generation. Tan Ling Xuanhui's void quenches suffering... Now, the lowest "Xuan" generation in Shaolin Temple is basically all children.
A group of people with the word "Xuan" were awkward and unable to explain clearly, and Xuanci even wanted to speak but stopped. In the end, Xuandu was beaten around the bush and finally let Yang understand what they meant.
The previous generation abbot of Shaolin Temple passed away. The new abbot was born. According to the rules, the old abbot designated a successor during his lifetime, and then all the monks with the highest seniority in the temple agreed.
The Lingmen was appointed in advance by his master Tanyan and was recognized by two eminent monks of the "Tan" generation who were still there at that time.
A month ago, Shaolin Temple had the highest generation of the "Ling" generation, only one of the abbot's Lingmen. A month later, now, it was supposed to be the highest generation of the "Xuan" generation, but there was another Lingxiu with the "Ling" generation.
The abbot of Lingmen appointed Xuan Ci during his lifetime. There was no mistake in this matter, but now that Lingxiu has to be recognized by him.
Even Lingxiu said shamelessly at this time: I have the highest seniority and I want to be an abbot.
This statement must not be unreasonable, and it must be taken seriously.
This is what a few younger generations with the word "Xuan" mean today.
Yang Yi laughed secretly: Abbot? Don’t look at me reading books in temples all over the world for more than ten years, but my understanding of Buddhism is limited to parrot proclaiming "Amitabha" and the Arhat's Tiger Fist,
I know if this counts.
It would be better to have a fight between us than to be the abbot.
"Xuanci... my nephew, all the nephews. I have traveled all over the world over the years and have gone too far. Fortunately, I was blessed by the Buddha and saw my junior brother's last side of the Lingmen. Amitabha~"
The Xuan generation quickly stood up: Amitabha~
"In this way, my master's wish has been fulfilled. In the future, I will only want to remember my junior brother of Lingmen during the Buddhist scriptures. Amitabha~"
Xuan generation: Amitabha ~
"Mr. Xuanci, you are the successor abbot appointed by the junior brother of Lingmen. I will express my opinion here. Anyone, no matter who it is, even the old emperor of the official family, dares to go against my junior brother's wishes, my uncle...
I was the first to refuse.”
Xuanci was moved to tears: "Master..."
All the Xuan generation were very moved, and everyone asked Master Lingxiu to serve as the chief of the Damo Academy.
In Shaolin Temple, both Buddhist and martial arts practice, all martial arts masters who have reached a certain level will be included in the DAMO Academy. Therefore, the DAMO Academy is actually the second person under the abbot, and is in charge of the real power faction of the Shaolin Martial Arts Group.
However, Yang Yi declined. First of all, the dynasty still had to recite scriptures in the Dharma Academy. He didn't know, and he was not interested in it at all. So Yang Yi used the excuse of his low martial arts skills, so he might not even be able to beat the little novice monk in the scripture room.
, I, the old horse, don’t pull the big cart. It’s better for you to serve as the chief yard as the rules.
Xuanci was moved again. He was actually an emotional monk.
"My master is not willing to participate in the chores of the temple, so I let me read books in the Sutra Pavilion, sweep the floor, and quietly miss my good junior brother. My nephews, please do not disturb me from reading books unless you have to.
Missing. Amitabha~”
Chapter completed!