After saying this, the entire Buddhist hall fell into silence.
All the monks looked at Xu Yun with astonished eyes.
"well said!"
Ye Qingyun suddenly sighed in admiration, breaking the silence.
Xu Yun was a little embarrassed, "The Holy Son is praising you ridiculously. These are all ridiculous words made by a young monk."
Ridiculous statement?
Ye Qingyun didn't think so.
Quite the opposite.
This is an answer that even Ye Qingyun has never thought of.
But Xuyun answered.
Save good people?
Save the bad guys?
Can only one of them be saved?
No matter how you try to save yourself, it will only increase your troubles and leave only regrets.
Neither is the most correct choice.
Only two people can't save each other.
When a good person dies, he will be saved by chanting sutras so that he can see the Buddha and enjoy blessings in the next life.
When a wicked person dies, he will fall into hell forever and bear retribution for the evil deeds he committed in the past.
This is the result they deserve.
Rather than being obsessed with which person to save.
As a Buddha and a practitioner, you should have such an open-minded and transparent mind.
Ye Qingyun looked at Xuyun with admiration.
Then he turned to look at Zen Master Yulong.
"Zen Master, I think I have found a suitable successor for you."
Zen Master Yulong looked at Xuyun and deeply realized the wisdom root that Xuyun possessed.
I'm afraid he is even more outstanding than Huikong.
Huikong is already considered the most outstanding among the younger generation of monks in Xichan Ancient Temple.
If this were not the case, Zen Master Yulong would not have let Huikong go far to the southern wilderness to find Ye Qingyun, the holy son of Buddhism.
But now, Zen Master Yulong knows that his time is short and he is about to pass away.
Huikong should have been the most suitable candidate.
But Huikong has made up his mind to stay in Nanhuang and take good care of his Shaolin Temple.
Naturally, there is no way to return to Xichan Ancient Temple.
Therefore, Zen Master Yulong could only choose someone else.
Now with the help of Ye Qingyun, Zen Master Yulong really discovered such a good idea.
Xuyun!
Although he is still young, he can Over time, it will inevitably become the mainstay of Xichan Ancient Temple.
There will even be great achievements in Buddhism throughout the Western Region.
Become a generation of eminent monks!
"Amitabha, please go out first."
"Xuyun, you stay."
The monks left the temple.
Only Xuyun remained.
Xuyun was a little uneasy.
It was completely different from the way he talked so eloquently just now.
"Xuyun, come forward."
Zen Master Yulong waved to Xuyun.
Xu Yun was startled, then respectfully stepped forward.
"Abbott."
Zen Master Yulong had a kind look on his face.
He looked at Xu Yun, and in a daze, he seemed to recall his youth.
Just like Xuyun, he ignorantly worshiped at the Xichan Ancient Temple and became a young monk in the Xichan Ancient Temple.
Chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha every day, ringing bells and sweeping the floor.
Day after day, year after year.
He saw with his own eyes the death of one of his elders.
I have also seen the rise and fall of Buddhism.
until now.
Zen Master Yulong also reached the end of his practice.
In a blink of an eye, it turned out to be more than two hundred years ago.
These two hundred years have passed by in a blink of an eye, giving people no time to recall them.
Zen Master Yulong stroked Xuyun's head and kept nodding.
"Good boy, good boy."
Xuyun looked confused.
The few old monks around him seemed to have sensed something, and they all knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, and chanted sutras in a low voice.
Ye Qingyun was startled.
He looked at Zen Master Yulong.
A faint gray aura appeared on Zen Master Yulong's face.
His eyes gradually lost their luster.
Ye Qingyun also understood.
Zen Master Yulong said that time is short, but in fact, the moment of passing away is right before our eyes.
It's just that he has never found a suitable successor for Xichan Ancient Temple.
So he kept holding on.
Until now.
Ye Qingyun came to the ancient Xichan Temple and selected Xuyun for Zen Master Yulong.
Zen Master Yulong can finally let go.
"Abbott!"
Xuyun was also shocked.
Zen Master Yulong shook his head.
"Xuyun, listen to me."
Xuyun immediately clasped his hands together and lowered his head.
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.
