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Chapter 265 Guru, I will definitely avenge you

In the early morning, as usual, monk Zhiba, a monk of Yanxing Temple, opened the gate of the monastery, and saw a pale face standing in front of the gate of the monastery.

After seeing clearly who the owner of this face belonged to, he immediately startled Monk Zhiba. He ran out the door in a hurry, supported him with both hands, and asked with concern.

"Abbot! What's wrong with you..."

The ashen-faced monk Ji Zang did not answer him, but reached out and patted his shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice.

"You came just in time, Zhiba! Go and inform Huiyuan, Huijun, Zhikai, Zhiming, and Huizu to come to the old monk's meditation room to meet me."

After finishing speaking, Monk Ji Zang tremblingly stepped over the railing of Yanxing Temple and walked towards the inside of the temple.Under the sunshine, his skinny back looked very helpless.

"correct……"

After trembling and walking forward for about ten steps, Monk Ji Zang stopped again, turned around, and added to Monk Zhiba.

"Call Zhishi over here too!"

"Yes!"

Monk Zhiba didn't dare to neglect, clasped his hands together, and agreed.

After seeing Zhiba agreeing, Monk Ji Zang nodded slightly, with a kind look on his wrinkled face.

"Go, after calling them, come to the old monk's meditation room!"

After finishing speaking, Monk Ji Zang raised his head again, looked at the front yard of the monastery very carefully and carefully, with complicated emotions in his eyes, then he turned around slowly and walked towards his meditation room.

Looking at the back of the other party, Monk Zhiba vaguely felt an ominous premonition welling up in his heart.

He shook his head, put aside this unreasonable mood, then waved his hand, and called a little monk next to him.

"Ming Jing, you should go to Ganquan Temple right now, and invite Monk Zhishi to come to Yanxing Temple, and tell him that Great Monk Jizang has something to do with him."

"Yes!"

After seeing the little monk Mingjing trotting away from the monastery, the monk Zhiba turned around and walked quickly towards the meditation room where the monks were resting.

"What happened to the great monk Ji Zang?"

beep, beep...

More than an hour later, after a burst of hurried footsteps, monk Zhishi pushed open the door of monk Jizang's meditation room panting, and said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, master! I'm late..."

Before monk Zhishi finished speaking, he saw seven or eight monks sitting in the room turning their heads at the same time, looking at him with warning eyes, and directly choked back what he hadn't said yet.

"You don't have to..."

At this time, Monk Jizang, who was sitting on the side of the meditation room, supported some writing tables, raised his head, and smiled at these monks, his pale face seemed to be a little rosy under the smile.

"Life and death are important matters, and impermanence is swift. Even the Buddha will die under the two Sala trees one day, let alone me, an old monk."

"what?"

Monk Zhishi, who had not yet entered the door, felt as if he had been hit by a stick on the head when he heard what Monk Ji Zang said.

"Master, you are going to die... are you going to pass away?"

"That's right!"

Monk Ji Zang stopped the brush in his hand, then picked up the page he had just written, blew it with his mouth, then raised his head and smiled slightly at all the monks.

"Today is the day when the old monk passed away."

Snapped!
Monk Zhishi, who just came from Ganquan Temple, went limp in an instant, and fell to his knees on the ground, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and muttered in his mouth.

"Impossible, master, your cultivation base is so high that you have reached the state of immovability, how could you die?"

As he said that, as if he had come to his senses, he rushed to Monk Jizang while crawling on the ground, and asked with a hint of hope in tears.

"Master, you lied to us, right? You have passed through the sea of ​​suffering and attained the Bodhisattva fruit, so you must enter the heaven and the blessed land, instead of going to nirvana, right?"

"Idiot..."

Monk Ji Zang stopped the brush in his hand, stretched out his hand and touched Monk Zhishi's head.

"Don't you understand the truth that death comes from birth? It is said that if there is no birth, why is there death? When you see all things in their first birth, you know that they will die eventually. What is so scary and sad? Shouldn't you be more afraid and sad than life?"

As he spoke, Monk Ji Zang put the brush on the pen stand, and tremblingly tidied up the paper in front of him.Push aside.

"This "Theory of Not Fearing Death" is something that I only understood today as a teacher. It can be regarded as the last teaching that I can give you... Huiyuan!"

"exist!"

A monk who looked to be in his 40s bowed and respectfully agreed.

"What the old monk has learned, you have already obtained my bone marrow. After the old monk dies today, you should be the suzerain of the Three Discourses and spread my way."

As he spoke, Monk Ji Zang stretched out his hand to pick up a neatly stacked black cassock and a copper-colored alms bowl on it from the side of the table, and solemnly handed it over to Monk Huiyuan.

"This is the mantle that was passed on to me when my teacher, monk Falang, gave me a prophecy in the past. The old monk passed it on to you today."

"Yes!"

Monk Huiyuan walked forward on his knees, walked up to Monk Jizang, bowed again, stretched out both hands respectfully took the cassock and bowl from Monk Jizang, and replied solemnly.

"The poor monk must live up to the entrustment of the great monk."

After seeing Monk Huiyuan take over the mantle, Monk Ji Zang nodded slightly, as if he had something on his mind, and then he looked at the other monks present.

"You have to work hard and help Huiyuan to make my Sanlun sect great!"

"Yes!"

Except for Monk Zhishi who was crying on Monk Jizang's lap, the rest of the monks bowed to Monk Jizang at the same time, and replied respectfully.

"Accept your orders!"

"and also……"

Monk Ji Zang stroked the back of Monk Zhishi with his hand, and said to these monks gently.

"I am the first to establish the Three Theories, so don't be too competitive, especially now that the Tao is a foregone conclusion on the Buddha, you must be careful, and don't make enemies with the Taishi Bureau because of some insignificant things."

"Yes!"

The monks present bowed again and respectfully agreed.

"and also……"

Monk Ji Zang stretched out his hand and pointed to the bookshelf behind him.

"In recent years, the old monk has revised the "Zhong Lun Shu" and "Bai Lun Shu". If you don't understand anything about the essence of my three treatises, you can check them yourself."

"Yes!"

The monks respectfully agreed again.

"Cough cough..."

After passing down the mantle and his own writings, Monk Ji Zang seemed to have settled down all his worries. He coughed twice and waved his hands weakly.

"Go down, come here tomorrow morning to welcome the old monk's body."

"Yes!" Hearing these words of Monk Ji Zang, the eyes of these monks present were reddened instantly, and they bowed silently to Monk Ji Zang, and then quietly retreated, and by the way, they were still crying Monk Zhishi also took it out.

After the monks left, with a soft swish, a woman in black appeared in the meditation room.

Her face was full of tears, crying bitterly, her eyes were swollen like peaches.

"Master..."

"Ugh……"

Monk Ji Zang sighed and waved to the woman in black, and then saw the woman in black knelt down immediately, walked over on her knees, and knelt down in front of Monk Ji Zang.

Monk Ji Zang raised his hand and wiped the tears from the face of the woman in black.

"Although the old monk is not afraid of death, he still can't let you go..."

As he spoke, Monk Ji Zang rubbed the head of the woman in black with his hands calmly.

"Actually, the old monk has never liked you doing this kind of risky behavior, and I don't want you to avenge the old monk..."

"No!"

The woman in black abruptly took two steps back, got up and stood up, her almond eyes wide open and her face ferocious.

"I, Pei Xinru, must avenge my master's hatred, whether it's Kongkong Jingjing or Fu Yi, or Yuan Cong's Imperial Guard and Taishi Bureau, or even Hu'er Li Yuan and his son Li Shimin... In short, everyone who is related to today's incident , don’t even think about it.”

"Hey! Xinru, you are no match for these people, give up..."

Monk Ji Zang looked at the woman in black and shook his head slightly.

"Don't say Hu'er Li Yuan and his son Li Shimin, Taishi Bureau Su Yuanlang and Kongkong Jingjing are strong people, even Fu Yi, the weakest of these people you mentioned, are all Daoist masters, and their strength is far above yours. Today, if Jing Jinger is not proud of himself, if you let you go, you will be dead. Listen to the old monk's words, don't take revenge, and live a good life!"

"impossible!"

Pei Xinru took a step back abruptly, her face firm.

"He is so smart that he didn't kill me, it just shows that God wants to leave my life to avenge you, Master..."

"Oh! You..."

Monk Ji Zang sighed slightly, picked up a letter he had just written from the side of the case, held it up tremblingly, and handed it to the woman in black.

"In the past, your master Yinniang owed the old monk a favor. Now the old monk transfers this favor to you. I hope I can help you once!"

"Master..."

Pei Xinru looked at the trembling body of Monk Ji Zang, who was originally fierce and fierce. She took the letter with both hands, and big tears dripped from her eyes and ran across her handsome face.

She closed her eyes abruptly and fell to the ground.

"Xinru bid farewell to master, I will come to Huangquan to see you after the slave family avenges you!"

"Actually, you really don't need to report..."

Before Monk Ji Zang finished speaking, Pei Xinru had disappeared.

"Ugh!"

Monk Ji Zang sighed, lowered his eyelids, put his fingers on his wrist and scratched twice, only then remembered that his rosary beads were no longer in his hands.

He smiled wryly, then turned around and took off a new string of rosary beads from the wall behind him, and slowly moved them in his hands.

"Neither born nor perishable, neither constant nor constant, neither one nor different, neither coming nor coming out..."

The voice of the chanting became deeper and weaker, and finally the voice stopped completely, and Monk Ji Zang's head was slightly lowered, and he did not move at all.

　In the sixth year of Wude, the eminent Buddhist monk who founded the Sanlun sect and one of the "Ten Virtues" of the Tang Dynasty, Jizang monk, passed the mantle of the Sanlun sect to the monk Huiyuan in Yanxing Temple, and wrote "Death is not Theory of Terror, Calm Nirvana.

　　Not long after the death of Monk Ji Zang, the Sanlun Sect he re-founded was frantically suppressed by the Fahua Sect, and it declined within a few years.

　　Mengxin did not deliberately vilify Monk Jizang. The real Monk Jizang in history is similar to what Mengxin wrote. He has a proud personality and is arrogant.But he is very good at accumulating wealth. According to historical records, he has achieved everything in his career. ' That means he is a monk who is very proficient in business operations.

　　Moreover, he didn't pay much attention to precepts, and he was willful and unrestrained in small details, so that later generations criticized him for "love to be romantic, not to stick to the rules, and he was known or ridiculed by Zhensu." '

　　
　
(End of this chapter)