Golden Greenery

In the Zen room deep in the temple, looking at the old monk who was lying on the bed and obviously about to pass away, Yang Yi felt embarrassed: Is this the Lingmen? Is he the abbot of Shaolin Temple?

Absolutely true! The area was already surrounded by cassocks, and monks wearing ordinary monk robes were not qualified to enter the Zen room. Monk Xuanci lay next to Lingmen's ear and called him softly: "Abbott, Uncle Lingxiu is back. Abbot, please open your eyes and take a look."

Sure enough, it really worked. After hearing this, the abbot of Lingmen, who was half-squinting and his eyes were already distracted, suddenly opened his eyes and his lips stopped trembling.

Even though the Dharma is profound, many eminent monks around him couldn't help but shed tears. Xuanci said with a trembling voice: "Abbott, uncle, he is really back, and he is right next to you."

There was a low cry: "Abbott..."

Forty-one years ago, Abbot Tan Yan of Shaolin Temple passed away. According to his will and the recommendation of all monks of the "Tan" generation in the temple and Bodhidharma Academy, the 23-year-old Lingmen monk with profound Buddhist knowledge and superb martial arts became the Shaolin Temple's leader. The new abbot.

At that time, the supreme martial arts master in the Central Plains, the swordsman Li Xiaoyao, went to the Shaolin Temple to mourn Tan Yan, and came to observe the ceremony of the abbot of Lingmen. Lingmen treated Li Xiaoyao as a junior.

Lingmen was an outstanding abbot. In the past forty-one years, under his leadership, Shaolin Temple has made great progress in both Buddhism and martial arts, and has become a leader in the Central Plains in both aspects.

But when the only person known to have immortality in the world is Sheep One, Master Lingmen has reached the end of his life despite the boundless Dharma.

With all arrangements for his death already made, Lingmen managed to stay alive for eleven days and was reluctant to go to the Western Paradise to meet the Buddha.

For eleven days, Master Lingmen kept mumbling, ‘Senior Brother, Senior Brother’ and ‘Senior Brother Lingxiu, where are you?’.

45 years ago, the 53-year-old monk Lingxiu was kicked out of the Shaolin Temple and wandered around, but he never looked back. That year, Lingmen was 19 years old.

In the past ten years, Lingxiu Lingmen and Lingmen were both brothers and father and son. Lingmen, who had been an orphan since childhood and was adopted by Tan Yan in the temple, had many warm memories buried in his heart.

After becoming the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Lingmen also sent people to find and release the senior brother, but there was no news. As time goes by, if you calculate the age of your senior brother, you will know that there is no hope.

This became Master Lingmen's biggest regret. However, he is an eminent monk who has attained enlightenment and has long since abandoned his six desires and separated himself from the mortal world, so this incident will not affect his practice.

But on his deathbed,

After all, the Buddha's light cannot cover up the desire of human nature forever. The spirit gate instinctively calls out to the senior brother who has been longing for it, so it has been unable to travel westward.

Hedu was impatient to wait, and all the monks in Shaolin Temple felt very sorry for the old abbot.

Then, on the twelfth day, an old monk holding a beautiful ultimatum suddenly appeared at the door of the temple. This must be the will of the Buddha. Long live the Buddha, the abbot’s Dharma is boundless, and the wise master’s merits are immeasurable.

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Abbot Lingmen turned his head slightly and looked at Yang Yi who was at a loss. He thought to himself: Damn it, these bald donkeys didn't even give me a chance to explain. They just took me and thought I was Yang Wulang.

Looking at the current situation, after explaining the truth, either Lingmen will be angered to death on the spot, or he will be surrounded by this gang of thieves, and it is very likely that both will happen. There are too many of them and the temple is deep. If they fight, I might suffer big losses.

"I……"

Lingmen looked at Yang Yi, his cloudy eyes suddenly burst with light. Stimulated by the sudden good news, he suddenly recognized that the person in front of him was not the senior brother he had longed for.

Who are you? Why dare you break into Shaolin and deceive me? Could it be that you want to harm Shaolin? What happened to my senior brother?

The abbot of Lingmen was unable to express complete verbal information at this time.

"You...senior brother..."

The abbot of Lingmen suddenly reached out and grabbed Yang Yi's forearm tightly, but with his reaction, he was unable to dodge at all. Yang Yi was shocked: He is indeed the abbot of Shaolin. He is like this and has such skills.

Then, the abbot of Lingmen heard a sound of "ke~~" in his throat, kicked his legs and puffed away, his eyes were unfocused, and he passed away.

Yang Yi: "..."

In the eyes of the surrounding monks, the head abbot finally saw his beloved senior brother Lingxiu before he died. He called out affectionately, held his senior brother's hand emotionally, and then rode the crane to see the Buddha with peace of mind.

A large number of people knelt down in the Zen room, and the monks sadly bid farewell to the spirit gate of a generation of eminent monks and their most beloved master abbot.

Crane, fly slower, let us look at the abbot and our master again. Crane, fly slowly, let our great abbot take another look at the mountains and land he loves so much, and then look at the people he loves so much.

Miscellaneous but extremely sad calls filled the Zen room, and the floor was full of bald monks kneeling outside the door, all calling for my dear abbot.

Gradually, the calls gathered into the name of the Buddha, and all the Shaolin monks proclaimed the Buddha in unison.

"Amitabha~Amitabha~Amitabha~Amitabha~..."

The Buddha's name is holy and majestic, reverberating in Shaoshi Mountain like a bell, and reaching into the sky.

Only Yang Yi still acted like a fool, bending down in front of the bed, grabbing the spiritual door and holding his hand, completely confused about what he was doing.

The monks were extremely moved: Look, Uncle Lingxiu (Uncle Master) held the abbot's hand tightly and did not want him to leave in a hurry. He even forgot to proclaim the Buddha's name, he just wanted to see his junior brother for the last time, just one more time.

In the end, Xuanci felt sorry for Yang Yi. He bowed deeply and said, "Uncle, please forgive me. The abbot has completed his merits and has gone to the bliss of the West, so don't be too sad, uncle."

"oh……"

"Master uncle, seeing that you are so tired, I think you have traveled a long way back to Shaolin Temple. Master uncle, you must also take care of yourself and don't hurt your body because of sadness. Otherwise, Xuanci and all the juniors will How can I face the Lingmen mentor again?"

"oh……"

"I ordered people to prepare a meal in the Zen room for Master, and Master will go to rest first. I hope Master can rest assured that the juniors and others will make sure there are no mistakes in the ceremony of passing away. Master, just rest peacefully."

Yang Yi is absolutely at ease with this. If the monk doesn't know how to organize funerals, no one in the world will see him again.

He said: "Oh..."

Yang Yi has no way to explain now. Whatever he says will cause trouble, he can only let these bald donkeys do what they want.

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Seven days later, the relics of Lingmen had been buried in the pagoda forest. Xuanci, Xuancheng, Xuandu and others invited the sheep who had eaten and slept for seven days to the side room of the main hall. This was where the eminent monks discussed matters. The place.

Except for Yang Yi, seven or eight monks are all from the "Xuan" generation. Tan Ling Xuan Hui's Void Ends Suffering... Nowadays, the lowest "empty" generation in Shaolin Temple are basically children.

A bunch of 'Xuan' people couldn't explain clearly.

The previous abbot of the Shaolin Temple passed away. According to the rules, the old abbot should appoint a successor before his death, and all the senior monks in the temple should always agree on the appointment of a new abbot.

Lingmen was designated in advance by his master Tan Yan, and was recognized by the two eminent monks of the "Tan" generation who were still there at the time.

A month ago, the highest-ranking person in Shaolin Temple was the abbot Lingmen. Now, one month later, he was supposed to be the highest-ranking person of the generation with the character ‘Xuan’, but instead he has the talent of the person with the character ‘Ling’.

The abbot of Lingmen appointed Xuanci before his death. There was nothing wrong with this matter originally, but now that Lingxiu is here, it must be approved by him.

Even if Lingxiu said shamelessly at this moment: I am the senior one, I still want to be the abbot.

These words must not be said to be unreasonable, and must indeed be taken seriously.

A few juniors with the word "Xuan", this is what they mean today.

Yang Yi smiled secretly: Abbot? Although I have been reading books in temples all over the world for more than ten years, my understanding of Buddhism is limited to parroting "Amitabha" and the Arhat Fuhu Fist. I don't know if this counts.

Let me be the abbot, it would be better for us to have a fight.

"Xuanci... my nephew, all my nephews. I have traveled all over the world in these years and have gone too far. Fortunately, with the blessing of the Buddha, I saw the last face of my junior brother's soul. Amitabha~"

The Xuan generation quickly stood up: Amitabha~

"In this way, my uncle's wish has been fulfilled. From now on, I just want to scroll through the ancient green lanterns and remember my fellow Lingmen disciples while wandering around in Buddhist scriptures. Amitabha~"

Xuanzi generation: Amitabha~

"Senior Nephew Xuanci, you are the successor abbot designated by Junior Brother Lingmen. I am here to express my position. Anyone, no matter who he is, even an official or an emperor, dares to violate my Junior Brother's last wish... I, Senior Uncle I was the first to say no."

Xuanci was moved to tears: "Uncle..."

All the members of the Xuan family were very moved and unanimously requested Uncle Lingxiu to serve as the head of the Bodhidharma Academy.

Shaolin Temple is a Buddhist and martial arts master. All martial arts masters who have reached a certain level of martial arts will be included in the Damo Academy. Therefore, the head of the Damo Academy is actually the second person under the abbot and leads the powerful group of Shaolin martial artists.

However, Yang Yi declined. First of all, there is still a need to recite sutras in Bodhidharma Academy, which he cannot do, and he is not interested in it at all. So, Yang Yi used the excuse that his martial arts skills were poor and he might not even be able to defeat the young novice monk in the sutra room. I, the old horse, should stop pulling the cart. You, nephew Xuanci, should also be the head master according to the rules.

Xuanci was moved again. He was actually an eminent monk with rich emotions.

"I don't want to participate in the chores in the temple, so let me read books in the Sutra Pavilion, sweep the floor, and quietly miss my good junior brother. My fellow apprentice nephews, please don't disturb my reading and reading unless it is absolutely necessary. Missing. Amitabha~"

Xuanzi generation: Amitabha~