I walked following the sound of the bell, and a huge iron door came into view. Next to the door stood two tall and ferocious door gods.
"The Temple of Fire?" I looked up at the huge plaque on the door and muttered silently.
I didn't expect to come here by accident. I vaguely remember that about six or seven years ago, when I was looking for Asuma, I had a brief encounter with Dilu. Now that I think about it, he should be the abbot of the Kingdom of Fire.
The so-called abbot is the highest leader of a temple, equivalent to the top leader, and the entire temple is under his control. The abbot is an honorific title. A more respectable person generally calls the older abbot the abbot. His prestige is higher than that of the abbot. The abbot can
Serve as abbot of multiple temples, but the abbot can only serve as one. Besides, elders refer to old monks who have served as abbots or abbots. They can be called elders after retirement. As long as they are still serving as abbots or abbots, they can be called abbots.
Within that period, one cannot be called an elder.
In the original work, Chiriku was the abbot of the Fire Temple, but because he was young, he had not yet become the abbot. Unfortunately, he was killed by Hidan and Kakuzu, and the Fire Temple was destroyed. But now, Hidan and Kakuzu
I killed Kakuzu, which indirectly saved the Fire Temple from destruction.
"That's fine, I'm here now, let's pay him a visit." I smiled bitterly, "I just don't know if he still remembers me."
I slowly walked up the steps. Two young monks sweeping the floor at the door saw me, saluted me, and asked: "This benefactor of Konoha, why do you want to come to our Fire Temple? Do you need any young monks?"
Go and inform Abbot Dilu."
"Well, my dear Konoha Jounin, Hatake Kurone, is an old acquaintance of Abbot Chiriku. I passed by here and came here to visit. I hope the Zen master can inform Abbot Chiriku." I returned the greeting.
The older of the two monks immediately said: "It turns out to be Konoha's young talent, Black Lightning Hatake Kurone, disrespectful. Abbot Jilu occasionally mentioned your deeds to us. Is that praise or disapproval?"
Juekou. Please wait a moment, I will inform Abbot Dilu immediately."
"Trouble." I nodded.
After a while, the older monk informed me to come in and told me that Abbot Dilu was waiting for me in the Main Hall.
When I arrived at the entrance of the Main Hall, I saw a resolute figure sitting on the futon in the middle from a distance. From my memory, it must be Dilu.
"Donor Hatake, you are well." Before I could say hello, Dilu stood up, turned around and saluted me.
"We haven't seen each other for a few years. Master Dilu's Buddhist practice has become even more profound." I couldn't think of how to reply, so I praised him.
"My heart is devoted to the Buddha, and all living beings are equal. How come the profound teachings of Buddhism are so profound? Banner Donor praised me so much." Di Lu smiled and led me to a small Zen room used to receive guests. "Donor, please sit down, Xuan Ye
, watch tea.”
A young monk came in and made a cup of tea for Dilu and me.
"It's been many years, but I haven't seen you. Flagwood Donor has a great reputation. He's so good." Di Lu said with a smile.
"No, no." I waved my hand and sighed, "There's no use in being famous. I'm just a homeless loser."
"The Qimu donor's eyebrows seem to be full of sadness. Although the poor monk is not talented, I would like to hear the details and see if he can help the donor." Di Lu said with sincerity.
"Well, it's a long story." My thoughts were pulled into the sea of memories.
"Seven years ago, during the melee between Konoha, Sunagakure, Iwagakure, and Kirigakure, I killed the fourth Mizukage and became famous in one battle. After the war, my lover, Uchi, who had been in love with me for many years,
Waves turned into snow and we got married." I slowly told the story.
"I heard Asuma say that after that battle, Hatake's benefactor became famous all over the world and brought back a beautiful woman. Although he is not as good as the Fourth Hokage, he is still at the peak of his life. Many people envy you, benefactor. I don't know what happened next.
What happened?" Di Lu took a sip of tea and asked.
"The years I was with Xiaoyue were probably the happiest time in my life. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. I think you should also have heard that on that tragic night four years ago, the Uchiha were exterminated."
My thoughts were immersed in that bloody night.
"That incident shocked the entire ninja world. No one thought that all the arrogant Uchiha clan would be massacred overnight. Amitabha, what a sin. By the way, the wife of the donor Hatake is also from the Uchiha clan, right? Could it be...
..." Di Lu's expression turned serious.
"Yes, my wife was also killed in that disaster, and she died in my arms." My face was expressionless, as if my soul had been taken away.
"Amitabha, people cannot be resurrected after death, flag tree donor, please express my condolences." Dilu sighed.
"Four years later, I still can't forget it. Every time I think about it, my heart is as sharp as a knife." I touched my eyes and said coldly, "One day, I will kill my enemy and resurrect Xiaoxue."
"Hatake Donor, your longing for your wife has become an obsession. Although it is cruel, the poor monk advises you to let go of your obsession." Dilu said, "People cannot be resurrected after death, and those who are alive should cherish life.
As for the theory of resurrection, it goes against the law of heaven. The poor monk does not advise the donor to go against heaven. Even if he is as powerful as the Six Paths Sage, the ancestor of the ninja world, he will only turn into a handful of loess in the end."
"Oh, I don't know, but even if I know it's an obsession, I can't let it go. I think you should understand me, Abbot Dilu." I sighed and said.
"Yes, letting go of obsession is not easy." Di Lu shook his head, "Even after practicing for so many years, I can achieve the purity of six roots, but I still can't let go of obsession."
"Is Abbot Dilu's obsession with protecting the twelve warriors?" I asked tentatively after taking a sip of tea.
"That's right. Due to different opinions, our twelve guardians split into the moderate faction headed by Asuma and the radical faction headed by Kazuma, with six people on each side." Dilu began to tell his memories,
"The radicals' idea was to kill the daimyo, but of course we couldn't agree to it. As a result, the two sides started a desperate struggle. In the end, Asuma and I were the only ones left to protect the Twelve."
"I didn't expect that the Twelve Guardians who were so prosperous back then would end up in such a miserable and sad state." I sighed.
"Yes, if we had been calmer and had a good talk, something like that might not have happened." When mentioning this, Dilu looked stern and blamed himself, "This matter has also become my obsession.
Even after so many years of practice, I still can’t let it go.”
"Yes, obsession is so easy to let go of. Time can smooth out everything, but it cannot erase obsession. As time goes by, obsession will only become deeper and deeper. To be honest, even if obsession will
I'm afraid I won't be able to let it go even if I'm doomed." I looked at the tea that I had drunk and slowly put down the cup.
Dilu closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before slowly saying: "The Buddha said, let go of your obsessions and become a Buddha immediately. We monks have the responsibility to help the world resolve their obsessions. Let's do this. The donor will make a bet with the poor monk.