After drinking several cups of tea, Song Wenxian brought the topic to Wu Junyan: "Lao Yu, it is said that Wu Junyan is the successor of Qingzong. Is this true?"
"Well, it's indeed true."
Yu Chenran was on the spot and nodded.
"Dugu Changkong, the ancestor of Dizhou Linghe Sect, is also a member of the Qing Sect?"
Song Wenxian asked with doubt.
"yes."
Now, these things are no longer secret, Yu Chen is telling the truth.
"I missed this kind of liveliness if I couldn't see it with my own eyes!" Song Wenxian really wanted to see the grace of Chang Geng Sword Immortal and others with his own eyes, but it was a pity. He sighed again and again, then glared at Yu Chenran and said angrily:
"It's all your fault."
"Tch!" Yu Chenran said nonchalantly: "If there is anything else, I'll finish it all at once. I don't have much time to entertain you."
"I have not told anyone in the Song family about the cause and effect between the Song family and Qingzong, as well as Chen Qingyuan's identity."
The implication of Song Wenxian's words was that the elders of the Song family did not come forward to help at that time and tried their best to distance themselves from each other. It was not intentional and they hoped that Daoyi Academy would not be blamed.
"That's it?" Yu Chenran heard it, but never took it to heart: "Don't worry, Daoyi Academy will not be unreasonable, it's understandable."
"That's good."
With Yu Chenran's accurate words, the big stone hanging in Song Wenxian's heart was relieved.
"Okay, if you don't have anything else to do, hurry up and leave!"
Yu Chenran issued an eviction order.
In order not to hurt the harmony between the two forces, Song Wenxian came all the way to apologize, which was really hard for him.
...
Dongtu, Buddhism.
In a simple ancient temple, there were an old monk and a young monk sitting.
The temple door was closed tightly and a barrier was set up.
Daochen Buddha told everything about the Baimai Feast in detail, without reservation.
The old monk closed his eyes and chanted sutras. He turned the Buddhist beads with his left hand and struck the wooden fish with his right hand, making a very rhythmic sound of "dong, dong, dong".
"Master, do you have any grudges with Lihua Palace?"
After a long silence, Buddha finally asked this question.
When the topic came up, the old monk stopped chanting. The small wooden hammer in his hand hung in the air and did not fall down.
After pausing for a few breaths, he opened his eyes.
"Yes." The old monk's eyes were cloudy, bearing endless vicissitudes of life, and his voice was hoarse.
"My disciple has had an encounter with the current saint of Ewha Palace. She said some things. I don't know whether they are true or not. I hope Master can clarify my doubts."
Buddha sat on his knees beside the old monk, with his hands clasped together and a sincere look on his face.
"What do you want to know?"
The old monk muttered.
"Everything." Buddha tightened his hands, unable to lie in front of the old monk, and told the truth.
"good."
The old monk slowly turned around and looked at the Buddha.
Next, the old monk began to talk about his bad relationship with the Lord of Lihua Palace.
The previous story is almost the same as what Buddhist disciples heard.
When he heard the rest, the Buddha's attention was extremely concentrated, even more serious than when he was practicing and chanting sutras.
"That year, she came to Dongtu..."
Liu Nansheng and the old monk met by fate and fell in love with each other.
It's a pity that because the old monk is a disciple of Buddhism, he has been suppressing his inner thoughts.
Liu Nansheng refused to miss this fate and followed the old monk closely.
One day, the old monk couldn't hold himself back anymore and made a promise to her. When I return to Buddhism this time, I will finish my Buddhist affairs and return to secular life.
Hearing these words, Liu Nansheng burst into tears of joy, nodded constantly, and agreed to meet again somewhere.
Who would have thought that we would never see each other again.
The old monk returned to Buddhism and explained the situation to his master, the previous abbot. He wanted to step down as a disciple of Buddhism and was willing to accept all punishments in order to return to secular life.
The previous abbot seemed to have experienced it. He did not blame it and said very calmly: "If you have thought about it, then go for it! Everyone has their own way of pursuing their own life."
The old monk was happy and sad at the same time, and kept kowtowing, feeling ashamed of the cultivation of Buddhism.
A few months later, the old monk arranged all the things properly. His identity as a Buddhist disciple was removed, his cassock was returned, and he was scolded by the punishment hall.
As soon as he stepped out of the temple, the old monk heard the mournful sound of Buddha's voice.
Feeling uneasy, I came back to find out the reason.
It was actually Master who passed away!
Upon hearing the news, the old monk was shocked and found it difficult to accept it for a while.
"Master was fine before I left. Why?"
The old monk stood outside the Buddhist gate and was not qualified to enter. His eyes were dull and he was at a loss.
The initial plan of taking office as the abbot was to train the old monk so that he could suppress the demon under the Buddha's tripod.
However, the old monk has lost his Buddhist heart and only wants to return to secular life. It is useless to force him to stay.
Therefore, the previous abbot allowed the old monk to leave and pursue the life he wanted.
Although the previous abbot still has thousands of years to live, he has no successor. Think again and again, pass away in advance, and condense his life's Dharma into Buddhist beads, which can suppress the demons and prevent them from causing trouble for thousands of years.
As for the future, I believe that new evildoers will appear in Buddhism and eventually solve this matter.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The old monk knocked on the closed temple door.
A young novice opened the door with an expressionless expression on his face: "What's the matter with the donor?"
"I want to go in and have a look." The old monk said with a trembling voice.
"In this important place of Buddhism, outsiders are not allowed to enter. Please come back!"
The little novice monk bowed and closed the door.
If the reason was not clear, the old monk would feel uneasy. He knelt at the door for several months, and the master's death ceremony had ended.
On this day, an elder finally came over.
Under the old monk's pleading, the elder told the cause and effect.
"You are no longer a Buddhist, leave as soon as possible!"
The elder said.
"The devil under the Buddha's tripod can be suppressed for tens of thousands of years, but what about after ten thousand years?"
the old monk asked.
"I don't know." The elder was silent for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Maybe a new eminent monk will be born in Buddhism, who can suppress the devil. Maybe on that day, the devil will break out of the cauldron and cause trouble in the world again."
On one side are all living beings, on the other side are the private relationships between children.
The old monk was on the verge of collapse, and his soul was torn apart by two huge forces.
Finally, the old monk made a decision.
Stay and deal with it all.
He is no longer a Buddhist disciple, and it is not easy to return to Buddhism.
The old monk looked back at the distance, which was the place he and Liu Nansheng had agreed upon. He withdrew his gaze and gave up that thought.
Immediately afterwards, the old monk forcefully broke open the temple door, causing quite a sensation.
“What does the donor want?”
The monks appeared and looked at him with evil eyes.
"The position of abbot is vacant and I would like to take it."
The old monk said bluntly.
"ridiculous."
The monks sneered. At that time, the old monk forced himself to return to secular life, and everyone in the Buddhist sect tried to persuade him but to no avail.
Now, the old monk wants to return to Buddhism. How is this possible?