Meng Lie still maintained the last trace of reason. He sat calmly in the carriage for a long time. He estimated that the time was almost up and the news of his expected death had spread, so he asked the coachman to continue driving to Dayun Temple.

When he arrived, there were many carriages, horses and sedans parked outside the temple, including those from the palace. I think the saint also knew about this...

Meng Lie maintained his normal expression. After entering the temple and learning the news of the abbot's death from a Zhike monk, he dared to show shock and sorrow: "...Can I go to pay homage to Master Wu Jue for the last time?

"

The monk knew that he was a nobleman of Dayun Temple and often discussed Buddhism with the abbot master. At this moment, he clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Donor Meng, please come with the young monk."

Along the way, the Bodhi trees swayed gently in the wind, and the pine needles fell quietly. The scorching golden light from the scorching sun overhead was almost dazzling. Meng Lie stepped on the bluestone bricks, but it seemed as if he was walking in the dark night, with only a faint candlelight left in front of him.

Reluctantly guiding him to move forward.

He soon arrived at the Buddhist temple where Wujue was placed, surrounded by the sounds of people, the tapping of wooden fish, the sound of chanting sutras, and some intermittent crying.

The older monks have already understood the method of transcending life and death. Even though they are sad in their hearts, they just close their eyes and chant sutras. Most of the cries come from the young monks.

Wujue didn't have many bonds in the mortal world. Except for some pilgrims who happened to come to offer incense and learned about this, the only secular people in the palace at the moment were the Qiao family and his son, and four or five people who looked like chamberlains, or

Those sent by the saint or those sent by Yu Zeng were either talking in low voices or showing expressions of sighing and regret.

In the chaos, Meng Lie's eyes and Qiao Yang's eyes converged for a moment.

What Meng Lie saw was a pair of heavy and sad eyes. Through these eyes, Meng Lie clearly saw that the weak candlelight in front of him became dim again.

Meng Lie almost stretched out his hand to push away the woman in front of him. Fortunately, the situation was special and the official's wife was not surprised and no one paid attention to him.

Meng Lie came to Wujue.

Meng Lie's eyes scanned the person lying there inch by inch, from the closed eyes, to the pale and gray face, the thin and sunken cheeks, and the lifeless face, to the face that was covered by prayer flags, but it could still be seen that

A thin and shriveled body...

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stand up!

Get up quickly!

Get up!!

Meng Lie shouted loudly in his heart, almost hoarse at the top of his lungs.

He controlled himself and didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but grab Wujue's hand. That hand was bone-chilling in this summer, and even became as stiff as a living person.

"Amitabha..." Seeing that his actions were inappropriate, the medical monk on the side reminded: "Master Abbot has passed away. Although the physical body has been dissolved in the world, his merits have been completed. Now he no longer needs to be trapped in the six paths. This is transcendence.

Therefore, please don’t mourn this.”

Meng Lie trembled and lowered his eyes, feeling that the cold winter wind suddenly struck from the depths of his heart, and finally swallowed up the dim candlelight in one fell swoop.

Two young monks came out of the hall, and one of them murmured in a low voice: "...The abbot has been ill for many days, but he is just holding on. I boil and deliver medicine every day, and I have long been tired of serving him...Today he finally

After passing away, I can finally feel relaxed."

The monk next to him was shocked and angry, pulled him aside, avoided the monks and pilgrims, and sternly reprimanded: "Huikong... what are you talking nonsense!"

The monk named Huikong was stunned for a moment: "Third senior brother, I..."

"The abbot and abbot have always treated you well and allowed you to serve him closely, but you said these words on the day of his death... Is this how you have been practicing Zen in these years?"

"Third Senior Brother..." Huikong's eyes suddenly turned red and he was at a loss for a moment: "I made a mistake..."

"Not only have you made a mistake, I think you have lost your Zen mind!" The older monk chanted to the Buddha repeatedly: "You don't need to take care of the abbot's funeral. You should go to the Buddha right now to reflect on yourself and repent!"

Huikong agreed and left here in despair.

How could he say those words just now...

In fact, looking back, not just today, ever since the abbot and the abbot fell ill, he had often complained in private, as if... he seemed to find it displeasing to the abbot and the abbot, and that he no longer had the respectful respect he had before...

He didn't know what was wrong with him... It was like he was possessed by a demon!

Huikong blamed himself so hard that when no one was around, he slapped himself hard with tears in his eyes. He came to the back hall and knelt down in front of the Buddha to repent.

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