On the praying mat in the guanxin Pavilion sat a fat, white-bearded old monk with a blessed face.
He was the Vice-Abbot of the Dharma cloud temple, the eminent monk daohuai.
When he heard the news of the head monk's senior brother Dao Zhen's death, Dao Huai berated, "
"Huiming, don't talk nonsense!"
"The head monk is cultivating the 'Grand Nirvana Scripture' and is about to reach perfection. Once he succeeds, he can increase his lifespan by 100000 years. How did he die?"
"Deputy Abbot, I was cleaning outside the entrance of the virtuous Nirvana temple just now and heard a painful cry from inside the temple," Hui Ming said anxiously.
I rushed in and saw that the golden light around the Abbot's body was flowing backward. His face was twisted in extreme pain. Before I could ask anything, the abbot suddenly froze and stopped breathing! &Quot;
