Chapter 82 Return to Jinling Chapter 80 Return to Jinling As soon as Guli and others left, a skinny old monk in a green robe rushed to the top of the mountain. "Are you okay?" The old monk looked at Xuan Jing and asked. "I'm fine, Xuan...Oh, Zhiyuan is in trouble!" Xuan Jing said. The old monk glanced at Xuanji, Zhiyuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Seeing that he was covered in blood, the old monk couldn't help but ask, "Zhiyuan, how do you feel?" "Thank you Abbot Xuansheng for your concern. I won't die for the time being!" Xuan Ji, also known as Zhiyuan, said with a smile. "How did you get hurt like this? Let me help you." After the old monk finished speaking, he sat cross-legged behind Zhiyuan and helped him regulate his breathing. He was at the initial stage of the Spiritualization Realm, so he could naturally feel that his aura was still a little unstable. After a few breaths, the other three also reached the top of the mountain. The three were surprised to see Xuan Jing. Xuan Jing had resigned from many of the academy's duties many years ago and became a nominal elder, living a carefree life. He was like a dragon that was hard to find. They didn't expect to meet him here. The three of them put their hands together and saluted Xuan Jing, saying, "Hello, Elder!"
When they saw Abbot Xuansheng helping Zhiyuan to regulate his inner breath, they stopped disturbing him. Seeing the three younger generations coming, Xuan Jing couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "It's a sin to keep everyone awake in the middle of the night!" Then, he suddenly thought of something, pulled over the short middle-aged monk and asked, "Hui Neng, the monks from Linyin Temple should have gone to Xiangguo Temple. How are they being resettled?" "Reporting to the elder, everything is fine!" Huineng said. Xuan Jing praised: "Well, good. You have worked hard on this matter!" "Hui Neng is honored to be the abbot of the temple. These are just trivial matters and not worth mentioning!" Huineng said respectfully. Like Huiming, Huineng was also one of the eight deacons of Xiangguo Temple, except that Huiming was in charge of the guest hall, while he was in charge of the dining hall. Xuan Jing nodded, his face showing approval. Seeing that the three of them wanted to go around and have a look, he didn't say anything more. Huijue frowned as he looked at the lush forests around him that had disappeared. He sighed, "The people who came here are so arrogant. This battle looks so tragic!" Huiming glanced at it, his face solemn, and nodded, "I guess there are two battlefields on the top and bottom of the mountain. It is obvious that the people who came here are extremely skilled in controlling their magic power, which is not comparable to ordinary cultivators." Under Xuan Jing's guidance, Hui Jue and the other two consciously helped clean up the environment around Lin Yin Temple. With their Nascent Soul stage magic power, there was naturally no big problem in doing this kind of thing. After a long time, Xiangguo Temple Abbot Xuansheng stood up. Master Zhiyuan also quickly finished regulating his breathing. After meditation, his internal injuries stabilized and his face finally showed a hint of redness. "Oh, what a pity!..." Xuansheng looked at Zhiyuan with a trace of sadness on his face, but he didn't know where to start. As both of them were temple managers in Jinling, they had quite a lot of interactions with Zhiyuan, but they mostly exchanged ideas on Buddhism. A long time ago, he noticed that Zhiyuan was losing a lot of vitality, and he had reminded Zhiyuan to rest more. However, I didn't expect that Linyin Temple would suffer such misfortune tonight and experience such a great battle. Now even with his assistance, Zhiyuan suppressed the injury in a short time, but it still couldn't be reversed, and the hope of survival was gone. After hearing Xuansheng's sigh, Zhiyuan couldn't help but say calmly: "What joy is there in life, and what pain is there in death? If you see through life and death, what is there to fear in the six realms of reincarnation?" Upon hearing this, Xuansheng chanted a Buddhist name: "Amitabha!" "Oh, I wonder how the thing I asked the abbot to do a few days ago is going?" Zhiyuan's heart moved and he suddenly remembered something.
"Are you talking about Xu Ye?" Xuansheng was stunned and asked. "Yes, I'm talking about him!" Zhiyuan nodded. Xuansheng looked puzzled and said, "I just don't know why you asked me to drive him down the mountain after you picked him up and sent him to the temple yourself after he grew up?" "When we arranged for him to enter Xiangguo Temple, we did want him to grow up there and study Buddhism. Even if he doesn't aspire to become a great monk like the abbot, it would be nice for him to stay in a small temple like me." Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly, "But, after thinking about it, I still feel that he is not suitable to be a monk!" Xuansheng was stunned and thought, I haven't seen him much since you brought him here, let alone taken care of him, so how do you know that he is not suitable to be a monk? However, he naturally would not show what he thought in his heart. He pondered for a moment, smiled bitterly, pointed at Huijue in the distance, and said, "Except Xuan Jing and I, no one in the temple knows Xu Ye's life experience. He is one of Huijue's favorite disciples. I drove him away, which hurt his heart!" In Xiangguo Temple, monks are arranged according to the generation and Dharma name of "Xuan Hui Xukong". In fact, the Xu generation is the backbone of the young monks. "Ah! This matter has put the abbot in a difficult position!" "No problem!" Xuansheng shook his head and smiled, "I can see that Xu Ye's fate is not over yet. So, I found a reason to let him go down the mountain!" "Master Abbot, you have a keen eye! Thank you for your help in this matter!" Zhiyuan showed a hint of joy on his face and clasped his hands together. Then, he asked curiously, "Oh, I wonder what excuse the abbot gave? Can you tell me about it?" "This..." Xuansheng looked strange when he heard him ask this question. But then he still confessed: "Someone just reported to me a few days ago that there were indecent videos on his phone..." Zhi Yuan was stunned when he heard this, then laughed and said, "The rules of Xiangguo Temple are very strict. This boy violated the rules and regulations, so he was expelled from the temple. That's what he deserves!" …… Five days later. Linyin Temple in Jinling. The quiet sunset quietly showed its face. The breeze blew gently, and the shadows of the bodhi trees in the courtyard swayed, filled with rustling sounds. Zixuan stood beside the ancient Bodhi tree in the courtyard with a solemn expression on her face. She gently stroked the trunk with her hand, and the tree trembled as if it had consciousness. After seeing Lanlan's message in the afternoon, she immediately put down her work and came here. Lanlan's message was a forwarded one, and it said: Master Zhiyuan, the abbot of Jinling Linyin Temple, passed away early this morning. According to the disciples of the temple, Master Zhiyuan seemed to have anticipated his death that day. He gathered his closest relatives and disciples around him in advance and told them: "Don't be sad, don't cry!" After giving these instructions, the old monk sat cross-legged in a side hall of the main hall. Under the comfort of the new abbot, the crowd sat around the old monk and chanted the Buddha's name silently. At the time of Yin, when the hour hand pointed to 24 o'clock, the old monk suddenly exhaled his last breath - he passed away in an instant! He never woke up again! Master Zhiyuan left without a warning, but his disciples still found it hard to accept and they all gathered around the old monk's seat and cried sadly... When Zixuan and the other two arrived, they did not see Zhiyuan's body. At that time, his body had been burned on incense wood by his disciples. It is said that when Zhiyuan's body was burned, thousands of colorful relics were burned out, some of which were like pearls, some were white as jade, and some were crystal clear like crystal. Among these relics, there was a silver relic the size of a fingernail, which was given to Zixuan by the new abbot in accordance with Zhiyuan’s will. The new abbot of Linyin Temple was an old monk over fifty years old, and he was also a disciple of Zhiyuan. In addition to the silver relic, Zixuan also received a jade box from him. Zi Xuan opened the jade box and was surprised to find a purple spherical fruit quietly lying inside. There were strange patterns on the fruit, faintly revealing the breath of life.
When Zixuan asked about this, the old monk said that Master Zhiyuan did not say much. The relic was his gift, and she might need it in the future. As for the fruit, the master just asked him to convey it to her - "Leave it for the destined person!" "Big sister, let's go!" Lanlan patted Zixuan's shoulder and spoke softly. Zixuan nodded and looked back at the place where Zhiyuan passed away. There sat an old monk wearing a cassock and with hands as white as a baby, chanting sutras attentively. According to the abbot, he was a close friend of Master Zhiyuan. Zi Xuan could naturally see that this old monk who had been chanting scriptures was not simple. The cassock he wore seemed to be comparable to her Yellow Dragon Inner Armor, which had the effect of hiding the body and isolating the spiritual consciousness. Zixuan finally stopped asking questions. In her opinion, no matter how many questions she asked about Zhiyuan, an old monk who was so mysterious, there seemed to be endless questions. After leaving Linyin Temple, Zixuan and the other two slowly walked down the mountain, the sound of bells and chimes in their ears gradually fading away. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the sky is filled with rosy clouds and the clouds are rolling. The vast sky is like a magnificent and gorgeous picture slowly unfolding... (End of this chapter)