The one who spoke was Liao Zen. He jumped in front of Jie, pointed at the Songshan League members and said, "Abbott, what should we do with these Songshan League members?"
Liao Chan is the head of the precepts hall, and these monks should be handled by him, but at this moment he asked how to deal with the precepts, which seemed to have other intentions. Seeing him like this, Liao Jie understood instantly in his heart, and said: "Don't make it difficult for Songshan
If you are a member of the League who is willing to stay in Shaolin, Shaolin will let bygones be bygones, and if you want to return to the Songshan League, don't stop it."
After saying "yes" to Zen, he stepped aside and watched Abbot Liaojie slowly walk into the Zen room.
"Nephews of the Songshan League, Shaolin Songshan comes from the same sect, and it is wrong for the same sect to kill each other. I hope you will be compassionate and don't have murderous intentions again. Now, there are those who are willing to return to Shaolin. Shaolin can forget the past and want to return.
Shaolin will never stop those from the Songshan Alliance. I hope all the apprentices and nephews will do their own thing."
This group of Songshan League disciples were originally Shaolin disciples. At first, they ran away in anger because of the dispute between righteousness and secularity. They still had feelings for Shaolin Temple and Abbot Luojie. Now that they have learned that there is someone from the dynasty manipulating Xuan behind them, they feel sad.
They were disappointed with the Songshan League, so except for seven or eight of Liao Xuan's confidants, everyone else was willing to return to Shaolin.
"Those who are willing to stay, don't be idle, and collect the corpses in the temple. No matter whether they were enemies or friends during their lifetime, since they came to Shaolin, they are related to Buddhism. We must show them the way and cannot let them be fooled.
A lonely ghost." Liao Chan said again.
After listening to Zen's instructions, all the regular Shaolin disciples and the Songshan League disciples who returned to Shaolin placed the corpses in the courtyard. Most of the corpses in the courtyard were fellow Shaolin disciples. Although some of them could not be named, they always looked familiar. Look.
Looking at the brothers who were once alive and chanting sutras and chanting Buddha together, now they have turned into speechless corpses. Everyone's heart is full of sadness, sighs and regrets.
Inside the Zen room.
Liao Jieqiang sat on the futon with his body propped up, and there was a pool of bright red on his lower abdomen, glowing brightly, which made people feel frightened when they saw it.
"My time is coming."
When everyone heard what Jie said, their eyes were shocked, and their faces were full of surprise.
Liaojie pursed his lips, moistened the chapped lips a little, and then said: "There is no joy in life, no fear in death. When I arrive, I know it myself, but I still have a few things to explain. Please listen carefully.
I said, after I finish speaking, Yuanji, please call the other heads of the temple."
"Yes, Abbot." Yuan Ji nodded heavily.
"Although this distinction between Shaolin and Shaolin was not caused by me, it was because I became incompatible with the secular. There were problems with the monks in the temple and the instigation of spies outside the temple. After my death, the secular monks were incompatible with each other.
We must still be tolerant, have strict requirements for righteous monks, and be kind to lay monks who have a good intention. For lay monks who have no intention of worshiping Buddhism, we should give them a five-year period. If there is still no improvement after five years, they will be given a Shaolin Temple lay monk certificate.
Let him make a living elsewhere. I think these people can also make a living with the name of Shaolin Temple's martial arts. In addition, the name of Shaolin Brothel can be changed. As for whether the brothel will stay, it will be decided in due course. I really didn't expect that I would be like this.
Tolerance and Yuanrong, Yuanrong is actually a spy of the dynasty. Hey, this is the first thing I said."
"The second thing is that after my death, the position of abbot was succeeded by Uncle Chengwu, and Yuanji served as the head of Bodhidharma Academy and in charge of the temple. Uncle Chengwu, if Yuanji can do it, Yuanji can succeed him in the future.
Abbot of Shaolin. This distinction between orthodoxy and secularity can be made in name, but not in heart. Shaolin Temple needs talents. It is not enough to find these talents only among the orthodox monks. They must be open to all rivers. In the future, if the time is right, the distinction between orthodoxy and secularity can be made up.
Don’t distinguish between the orthodox and the secular. If an orthodox monk cannot bear the strict rules, he can become a lay monk; if a lay monk practices Buddhism well, he can become an orthodox monk."
"The third thing, I want you to work with Gang Leader Qiao to uphold the Jianghu alliance. In the past ten years, Shaolin has only recognized the Beggar Gang as the Jianghu alliance leader. The two families have formed an alliance to conspire for big things. Looking at the current situation, Baiyun Villa and Jiangzuo Dynasty
Collusion has become a fact, and the Jiangzuo Dynasty’s ambitions are by no means limited to Baiyun Villa. I have a vague feeling that they want to conquer the world, so our group of Jianghu forces must be a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh. They can treat Shaolin like this this time. In the future,
We will also treat other sects in the same way, Shaolin, and the Beggar Clan must unite other Jianghu sects to deal with them, and must not undermine the justice of Jianghu for the sake of temporary gain."
"These are the three things I want to say, Yuanji, go and call the other leaders."
After Luo Jie finished talking about these three things, among them were things he wanted to do but had not done before he was alive, things he had not thought about before but only thought about today, and some were his assumptions and plans for the future.
He recalled the past, recalling his frivolous and uninhibited youth, his self-satisfaction in middle age, and his lack of energy in his old age. He couldn't say he was frustrated, but he couldn't be proud either. He just felt empty, like
It seems like something is not filled up.
While thinking back, the few remaining chiefs of Shaolin Temple have all arrived in the precepts room.
Liao Jie looked at them and smiled miserably, and took out a baggage from under the futon. He carefully opened the baggage, and what was inside was actually the secret book of the "Kurong Gong". "This is the secret book of the "Kurong Gong".
After death, I will leave it to you. If there are talented people among the younger generation of Shaolin, we can let them practice this set of exercises. Sirs, I have to go first. The abbot of the temple will be handed over to Master Cheng Wu, and the post of superintendent of the temple will be given to Yuan Yuan.
Junior Brother Ji, I hope you will cooperate sincerely to carry forward Shaolin."
At this time, the breath of Liaojie was as thin as a gossamer, and the skin all over his body was shrinking and drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Finally, help me call Suo Wu..."
Hearing this, several leaders looked at each other in shock. They had just sent people to find Su Su, but until now they have not seen him. They don't know if he went down the mountain in the chaos or was taken advantage of by people from the Songshan League.
After random killings, no bones were found, and in short, no one could be found.
Liao Jie's eyes were blurred, and he looked at the crowd rushing around in a hazy state. He stretched out his hand to stop him, but his arm could no longer be raised. He wanted to speak, but his lips only opened slightly.
He couldn't even breathe out. He wanted to raise his head, but his head drooped involuntarily. The blurred light in front of his eyes and the anxious words in his ears disappeared in an airtight darkness at this moment.
inside.
A generation of chivalrous monks took the precepts and passed away on a foggy morning.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at Ji, with endless emotions in his heart. Although Shaolin is now in alliance with the Beggar Clan, its vitality has been damaged this time. It is hard to say whether the future battle with Baiyun Villa will be successful or not. He can only hope that Brother Yan will win the Golden Summit.
Everything goes well at the palace.
Just when Qiao Zhenyue was sighing, several righteous monks in the courtyard had another conflict with the lay monks. It turned out that the righteous monk, because Yuan Rong was the head of the lay monks, felt that the lay monks were instigating Xuan's escape, so he and
A lay monk had a quarrel. The lay monk couldn't bear the sarcasm of the upright monk and got into a fight with the upright monk.
Qiao Zhenyue heard the sound and came out.
I saw that the lay monk who was beating someone was in trouble, and Shunde was also fighting for him. But this time the dispute between the secular and the secular was strange. The orthodox monk named Wu Min was helping the two lay monks to besiege the orthodox monk.
.That guy started his attack without caring about the feelings of fellow monks.
