After drinking several cups of tea in a row, Song Wenxian drew the topic to Wu Junyan: "Lao Yu, it is said that Wu Junyan is the inheritor of Qingzong. Is this true?"
"Well, it's true."
Yu Chenran was on the spot and nodded.
"The ancestor of Linghemen in Dizhou is alone in the sky, and he is also a man of Qingzong?"
Song Wenxian asked with doubt.
"Yes."
Now, these things are no longer secret, and the rest of the world is telling the truth.
"I can't see this kind of excitement with my own eyes. I missed it!" Song Wenxian wanted to see the elegant demeanor of Changgeng Jianxian and others with his own eyes. Unfortunately, he sighed repeatedly, and then stared at Yu Chenran and said angrily, "It's all your fault."
"Cut!" Yu Chenran didn't care: "What else? After saying it all at once, I don't have much time to entertain you."
"I didn't tell anyone about the cause and effect of the Song family and Qingzong, as well as the identity of Chen Qingyuan."
The meaning of Song Wenxian's words was that at that time, the elders of the Song family did not come forward to help and tried their best to get rid of the relationship. They did not do it on purpose. I hoped that the Daoyi School Palace would not blame.
"That's it?" Yu Chenran heard it and never paid attention to it: "Don't worry, Daoyi School Palace 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 put down.
"Of youre, there's nothing else to do, let's go!"
Yu Chenran gave an eviction order.
In order not to hurt the harmony of the two forces, Song Wenxian came all the way to apologize, which was really difficult for him.
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East Earth, Buddhism.
In a simple ancient temple, there is an old monk and a small monk.
The temple gate was closed and a boundary was set.
The Taoist Buddha said the matter of the feast of all kinds of veins, without reservation.
The old monk closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures, turned the Buddha beads in his left hand, and knocked on the wooden fish with his right hand, making a "dong, dong, dong" sound, which was very rhythmic.
"Master, do you have a grudge with the Lihua Palace?"
After a long silence, the Buddha finally said this question.
When it came to this topic, the old monk stopped chanting, and the small wooden hammer in his hand hung in mid-air, and it did not fall for a long time.
After a few breaths, he opened his eyes.
"Yes." The old monk's eyes were turbid, carrying endless vicissitudes, and his voice was hoarse.
"The disciple had some intersection with the current saint of the Lihua Palace. She said something. The disciple didn't know whether it was true or false. I hope the master could solve the puzzle for the disciple."
The Buddha knelt down beside the old monk, with his hands folded and a sincere face.
"What do you want to know?"
The old monk murmured.
"All." The Buddha tightened his hands and was unabtol to lie in front of the old monk and tell the truth.
"Okay."
The old monk slowly turned around and looked at the Buddha.
Next, the old monk began to talk about his evil relationship with the Lord of the Lihua Palace.
The previous story is almost the same as what the Buddha heard.
When he heard the back, the Buddha was extremely focused and more serious than when practicing and chanting scriptures.
"That year, she came to Dongtu..."
Liu Nansheng and the old monk met because of fate and fell in love with each other.
Unfortunately, because the old monk is a disciple of Buddhism, he has been suppressing his heart.
Liu Nansheng refused to miss this fate and followed the old monk.
One day, the old monk couldn't suppress it and made a promise to her. When I went back to Buddhism this time, I returned to Buddhism and returned to the vulgarity.
Hearing this, Liu Nansheng cried with joy and kept noding. Where can we meet again?
I never thought that I would never see you again.
The old monk returned to Buddhism and explained the situation to his master, the previous abbot. If you want to step down as a Buddha, you are willing to bear all punishments in order to return to the vulgarity.
The previous abbot seemed to have experienced it. He didn't blame it. He said very flatly, "If you think about it, then do it!" Everyone is alive and has a way to chase their own life.
The old monk was happy and sad, constantly kowtowing, ashamed of the cultivation of Buddhism.
A few months later, the old monk arranged all kinds of things, the Buddha's identity had been removed, the casssoff was returned, and he was scolded by the punishment hall.
As soon as he stepped out of the temple, the old monk heard the sad sound of the Buddha's voice.
I was uneasy and came back to inquire about the reason.
Unexpectedly, the master died!
When he heard the news, the old monk was shocked and it was difficult to accept it for a while.
"Before I left, the master was fine. Why?"
The old monk stood outside the Buddha and was not qualified to enter. His eyes were dull and at a loss.
The original intention of the previous abbot was to cultivate the old monk to suppress the demon under the Buddha tripod.
However, the old monk's heart has been lost, and it is useless to force him to return to vulgarity.
Therefore, the last abbot let the old monk leave and seek the life he wanted.
Although the previous abbot has thousands of years to live, there is no successor. Think again and again, die in advance, and condense the life of Buddhism into Buddha beads, but there will be no trouble on the devil's head for ten thousand years.
As for the future, I believe that there will be new evil people in Buddhism, and this matter will be finally solved.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The old monk knocked on the closed temple door.
A small shami opened the door with no expression on his face: "What's wrong with the benefactor?"
"I want to go in and have a look." The old monk said with a trembling.
"Buddhist gate is important, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. Please come back!"
Xiao Shami saluted and closed the door.
If the reason is not clear, the old monk will feel at ease. He knelt at the door for several months, and the master's death ceremony was over.
On this day, an elder finally came.
Under the bitter plea of the old monk, the elder said the cause and effect.
"You are no longer a Buddhist person. Leave early!"
The elder said.
"The devil under the Buddha's tripod can be suppressed for tens of thousands of years, so what about ten thousand years later?"
The old monk asked.
"I don't know." The elder was silent for a long time and shook his head and said, "Maybe Buddhism will give birth to a new monk, which is enough to suppress the devil. Maybe on that day, the devil broke out of the tripod and caused trouble again.
On the one hand, there are all living beings, and on the other hand, there are children's personal affairs.
The old monk was on the verge of collapse, and his soul was torn by two huge forces.
Finally, the old monk made a decision.
Stay and deal with all this.
He is no longer a disciple of Buddhism. It is not easy to return to Buddhism.
The old monk looked back at the distance, which was the place he agreed with Liu Nansheng. He withdrew his eyes and broke the idea.
Then, the old monk broke through the temple gate, causing a lot of sensation.
"What does the benefactor want?"
The monks appeared with bad eyes.
"The position of abbot is vacant. I want to sit down."
The old monk said bluntly.
"It's ridiculous."
The monks sneered. At that time, the old monk forced to return to the vulgarity, and the whole Buddha was struggling to persuade and useless.
Now, the old monk wants to go back to Buddhism. How can it be?