Chapter 1157 The old friend passed away

Fuyuan Temple is full of sorrow!

Understanding martial law has reached the end of his life.

Sixteen strong young monks were carrying a huge seat, and there was an old monk martial law sitting on it.

Martial law, he became fatter and had to make up for wrinkles on his face, and his eyes could not be opened for a long time.

"Go down!"

He forced his mouth to open his mouth, and the monks around him didn't say anything, folded their hands together, bowed to him and retreated.

The sixteen monks who carried him down, put them down in a neat manner, and bowed and retreated.

In this wide courtyard, there was only one person left with martial law. The dead leaves blown by the wind fell on him, and he was unable to pick them up.

"Fang Dou, here we come!"

A figure emerged and walked to the martial law.

"Brother, today is your big day, how can I not come?"

Martial law laughed and said, "If it weren't for your longevity pill, I would have died of old age eighty years ago!"

I remember that I returned eighty years ago. Fang Dou returned from Huangshan and came to Fuyuan Temple, but unexpectedly discovered that martial law was coming to an old age and that my life was about to end.

A longevity pill was finally rescued by martial law.

In this way, it is really a "longevity". Due to the age of martial law, the longevity pill cannot play its greatest role.

It has been barely extended for eighty years, and today it has finally come to an end.

"Brother, I'm sorry, if I could have thought of you earlier, it would have been great!"

Fang Dou sighed slightly, and he was a little sad when he saw his old friend leaving today.

Martial law was the first friend he met and had far-reaching significance.

To this day, Fang Dou can think of people or things about the past, and there is no more missing one more thing.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death cannot be broken by Buddhism, let alone my incompetent disciple!"

Although the martial law was given by the former abbot, Dingtian was the peak of the mage and could not enter the holy monk, so his life span was over 100 years old.

But he was also very free and easy, eating and drinking, and not taking things to heart when he was about to happen.

Until Fang Dou found him, martial law had gone from the fat man of the past to the present Rou Mountain, and it needed sixteen young monks to carry it to walk around.

"Brother, after you leave, what do you want me to help?"

Fang Dou suddenly said this, but it was not groundless.

Fuyuan Temple is not peaceful now.

The martial law generation is still in the "Jing" generation, with several young generations of monks, and even outstanding ones, who are known as those who are expected to break through to the holy monks.

Unfortunately, people's hearts are not in harmony.

When the Shimen was three points, martial law turned the tide and the position was firm. Fuyuan Temple was still under the jurisdiction of Shimen, but the hidden undercurrents did not disappear.

At present, martial law is about to pass away, and all forces are ready to move.

The heir he appointed was naturally a believer in the Buddhist sect, but the other forces were not weak, and they tended to be pure and pure, and they had many private contacts.

It can be imagined that when martial law goes, Fuyuan Temple will inevitably be in turmoil and even split.

Although Fang Dou is not far from involved in this mess, he has to take care of the martial law as long as he speaks, he has to take care of it no matter what.

However, martial law seemed to see through his thoughts.

"Fang Dou, you are now a famous sword immortal in the world. This small place in Fuyuan Temple requires you to intervene!"

He smiled openly, "What does it matter to the overall situation if Fuyuan Temple is destroyed or dispersed?"

"After I die, everything will be the same as usual. Whatever is the fate, it depends on their own!"

"I'm tired too for so many years!"

As he spoke, the martial law was fighting with his eyes and eyes, and he seemed extremely tired.

Fang Dou sighed lightly, but suddenly heard it. Martial law said loudly, "Yes, there is another thing I want to trust others, but I still want to trouble you!"

"you say!"

Martial law laughed and said, "We Buddhists have rules. Any monk who holds a temple who always has sparks after his death must set up some relics!"

Originally, only when the holy monk was cremated could there be relics. However, as the world became increasingly popular, many monks who were less than the realm actually appeared in "magical" relics.

After the evolution, if anyone has no relics, he will be embarrassed to say it out.

"Think of a way for me, can I make up some relics!"

The martial law was afraid that it was too difficult, so the other party said, "I have inquired about it. It may not be a real relics. As long as you look like it is imaginable, it will be sent to the tower for worship, and no one can tell the authenticity."

“What’s the difficulty?”

Fang Dou is now an expert in playing with fire and a master of alchemy. How difficult is it to fake relics?

...

the next day!

Someone entered the yard and found that the martial law was cold. He shouted at the top of his throat, "The abbot passed away!"

All the hospitals were alarmed, but they were not panicked. After all, they all knew that the martial law was over, and it only took one or two days to do so.

Some people also suggested, "The host and Fangdou have a friendship, should we tell me?"

"Bad idea!"

Think about it, as a sword immortal, he is elusive. How can you know when you come to meet him?

After the martial law death, the procedure that should be left was immediately unfolded. First, the selected heir cried bitterly, and then was elected as the abbot without any suspense.

The first thing he did to the throne was to preside over the cremation of martial law.

This new host was also cultivated through martial law and hard work. It is equivalent to the relationship between his former host and Yuantong, and he is also very concerned about this matter.

“Everything is ready!”

The new host whispered to his confidant.

"Everything is done!"

What they discussed was the matter of the relic after cremation.

After all, the martial law was hosted by the abbot of Fuyuan Temple. If no relics appear after cremation, it would be unreasonable.

When it was officially cremated, the new chairman found out that something was wrong and specially arranged for the fire to raise the fire to be replaced. Someone must have plotted against him.

If you think about it a little, you will understand that this is a hostile force, who deliberately used this matter to attack his prestige.

"Okay, you can't wait!"

If the martial law cremation is cremated without relics, it is afraid that even his heir, the prestige, will be greatly reduced.

The fire rose, wrapping martial law inside, and in an instant, a colorful rainbow appeared in the sky.

"This is the manifestation of Buddha's light!"

When an old monk saw this miracle, he couldn't help but sigh, "The Buddhist Dharma he presided over is so profound!"

Fang Dou, hiding in the dark, smiled and shook his head. Fortunately, the magic monk who practiced Yuantong burned a handful of fire and left the relics and explained it. If it were a monk who refined the body, the golden body would be more difficult to create.

Under the reflection of Buddha's light, the flames became extremely solemn.

When the flames went out, many monks counted the relics, including forty-seven large relics and one hundred and eight small relics, and many old monks called incredible.

Why did those forces that were causing trouble in secret fail?

The new host was secretly grateful, but was also planning how to settle accounts in the future and clear out a wave of dissidents.

"Brother, I can only help you, so I can only be here!"

Fang Dou didn't understand what he had done. He created momentum in public and used Buddha light, relics and other phenomena to benefit the most was not the martial law himself, but the heir he formulated.

As a master, Fang Dou doesn’t understand such good intentions?
Chapter completed!