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.
To be continued...