At this time, the morning light rose eastward, and the first group of pilgrims from Hanling Temple had already swarmed in when the monks of the wise men pushed open the mountain gate.

It is precisely, deep in the mysterious Buddhist temple in the eyes of pilgrims, clusters of green plums are surrounded by a pavilion that is slightly higher than the usual pavilion. The pavilion is not covered, and there is even some mist spread inside. The mist has the faint fragrance of green plums, which does not look like a holy place of Buddhism at all.

More than that, in the confused fog, a beautiful boy with red lips and white teeth sat cross-legged on a cushion leisurely. If the boy had not been shaved the head, if the boy had not been wearing a goose-yellow monk's robe, anyone who saw this boy would have regarded him as a gentleman in the turbid world. A breeze blew, and the sunlight in the east blew, and the figure of the young monk was slowly revealed, as if the wind and light were not willing to disturb the young monk's practice.

However, after the shadow of dust, the young monk Ruyu's face moved slightly, his delicate eyelids trembled, and opened it. A pair of crystal-like eyes flashed with faint displeasure. The displeasure was thrown into the air, and the light and Chen were also trembling. As shadows like lotus lotus suddenly appeared in his eyes, the light and Chen also turned into three-petal lotus lotus...

"Jingcheng, since you have come, why don't you come in?" As soon as the young monk opened his mouth, his voice fell on a jade plate like a bead, extremely crisp, and his slightly exposed teeth were whiter than the pearl.

"Haha, Master Cimei..." A slightly old voice sounded from the pavilion in the distance, and then the small door of the pavilion opened. An old man in white monk's robe showed his figure, and then the old man walked out of the pavilion. He slowly stepped on the green plums surrounding the pavilion and fell in front of the young monk.

Seeing that the old man's respectful face was white, the monk Mingyue Cimei frowned slightly, and a kind of regret appeared in his eyes that were still unhappy just now.

The old monk Jingcheng had a smile on his face. He was about to fold his hands together to salute him. But he saw that there was no concealed regret in Monk Cimei's eyes. He raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyebrows and said with his eyes: "Jingcheng has met Master Cimei! He hasn't seen him for more than ten years. The master actually stepped into the realm of the lotus with one foot, which really made his disciples envious!"

"Amitabha, Jingcheng..." Cimei raised her hands and said the Buddha's name, "You get up!"

"Yes~" Jingcheng stood up and stood respectfully beside him without saying much.

Cimei looked up at the morning light in the distance. She sighed, but couldn't see how to act. She slowly stood up from the cushion, walked to the east of the pavilion, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know the reason why I asked you to come?"

Looking at Cimei's back, the goose yellow monk's robe was inlaid with golden silk edges, Jingcheng's eyes showed even more respect, and he hurriedly replied: "Yes, I know that the disciple was planning to come to report to the master in person about Changsheng Town. But because he had to arrange some civil affairs in Xiaojin Temple, he wrote..."

"Oh..." Cimei sighed again. Before Jingcheng could finish speaking, she interrupted him and asked, "Jingcheng, how many years have you been the abbot of Ciyun Temple?"

Jingcheng was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect Cimei to ask this question, but he didn't dare to think too much and hurriedly replied: "Disciple went to Ciyun Temple to be the abbot... or was it the master's personal support, how could the disciple not know? It has been thirty-six years and three months!"

"Well, you remember it very clearly!" Cimei nodded, but there was no joy in her tone.

Jingcheng even smiled at Da Leng again and said with a hurried apology: "Master, disciple... have you done something wrong? I hope Master will give you advice!"

"Actually, it's not a mistake!" Cimei shook her head slightly, but she didn't turn around and said, "Everyone has his own fate, and nothing in the world can't be forced!"

When Jingcheng heard this, he was even more anxious and hurriedly stepped forward, folded his hands together, bowed and said, "Master, you have watched your disciple grow up. Moreover, Master has always been a role model in his heart. If you can abbot Ciyun Temple under the jurisdiction of Hanling Mountain, you are also a model..."

"I said you were wrong, you are really getting more and more wrong!" Cimei waved her sleeves, helped Jingcheng up, and said lightly, "You and I are both disciples in front of the Buddha. Everything is for the Buddha Lord. If you want to be an example of effective imitation, that is also the Buddha. I have practiced for many years and have not yet attained any Buddhahood. What do you learn from me? It's just fifty steps and a hundred steps!"

After hearing this, Jingcheng said seriously: "Master Master is wrong! The disciple naturally takes the future of the Buddha Master and the Buddha Sect to heart, but that is the lifelong pursuit of his disciples. And the master Master is the benchmark for the sea of ​​suffering in his heart. Whenever his disciples encounter difficulties, the other side in the distance can certainly let the disciples see hope, but the benchmark in the nearest allows the disciples to develop motivation to move forward!"

Cimei smiled slightly, her smile was like a lotus blooming, and said, "Then I will ask you, is it important for Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Town? Or is it important for the news from Senior Brother Cihang?"

"This..." Jingcheng was a little puzzled, "The disciple has already passed the news of Master Cihang to Master Cihang. There is nothing else important, and the disciple is not talented, and he has not found the whereabouts of Master Cihang. In order not to let Chongyun Sect take the lead in Changsheng Town, the disciple hurriedly sent Junior Brother Jingmo to Changsheng Town to be the abbot of Xiaojin Temple. Taking advantage of the shade left by Master Cihang, he tied the roots of Xiaojin Temple tightly into Changsheng Town."

"Have Jingmo gone to Changsheng Town?" Cimei asked lightly again.

"Of course not yet. I am waiting for the Buddhist edict of Hanling Temple." Jingcheng said hurriedly, "Although I can directly appoint the abbot of Xiaojin Temple, the incense in Changsheng Town today is beyond the expectations of my disciples. Every day, thousands of donors go to Jiangchao Temple in Changsheng Town from all directions to worship the statue of Master Cihang. Such a grand event... The disciples dare not be good at it, and they also ask the master to decide."

"Well..." Cimei heard this, her tone was slightly slower, and she asked, "As you said, Changsheng Town has gathered a lot of villagers and lay Buddhists. They spontaneously want to establish a ten-foot golden body for Senior Brother Cihang?"

"Yes!" As soon as this happened, a light appeared between Jingcheng's eyes. "This was when Xingchen had not left Changsheng Town, someone suggested that this proposal was accepted by a group of donors at once. When Xingchen left Changsheng Town, they had already built a lot of money! But...ah, on the Tibetan Immortal Continent, my Buddhist sect had not yet had a golden body Dharma image, and Master Cihang had not truly attained the fruit, so the disciples could only talk about this matter to Master..."

Speaking of this, Jingcheng suddenly showed shock on his face, and he looked at Cimei with an incredible expression, and said anxiously: "Master, what you mean is... yes... should disciples focus on establishing a golden body for Senior Brother Cihang, instead of rushing to send the abbot of Xiaojin Temple?"

Unfortunately, Cimei ignored him at all, turned her head and asked lightly: "Shen Chen is here with you?"

"Yes, the disciple received the oral order from Master, and immediately rushed to Xingchen with Xingye." Jingcheng nodded, "The disciple had a little rest and waited in front of Master's door. After meeting Master's master, let Xingchen come to pay attention to Master! I just don't know... what's wrong with the disciple's arrangement?"

"You asked after all!" Cimei sighed, "Jingcheng, if you don't eliminate the obsessions and common thoughts in your heart, you may not be able to achieve the fruit in your life!"

Jingcheng was shocked and asked hurriedly: "Disciple knows his mistake, so please teach me!"

"Haha, don't be too shocked!" Cimei smiled, "I have never attained the fruit. Why are you anxious? I just said, don't leave any obsessions. Isn't this just an obsession?"

"Oh..." Jingcheng immediately woke up after thinking for a while, and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, what the master taught me is that I have been the abbot of Ciyun Temple for more than 30 years, doing mundane affairs every day, and my obsession in my heart became increasingly deeper. I even remember how long it took to be abbot to be abbot. What is the difference between this and the secular government? The disciple's Buddhist practice has long fallen into the inferior level."

Cimei nodded and said, "You are right. You are a Buddhist disciple. You must always remember some things, and you must always forget them. What kind of cultivation of the Buddhist sect and the supernatural powers of the Buddhist sect are useless to my Buddhist disciples. That is just some supernatural powers to subdue demons. It is not the foundation of my Buddhist disciples. Doing good deeds and achieving the fruit is the ultimate pursuit of my Buddhist disciples!"

"Yes, I understand!" Jingcheng naturally thought of the compliment he said when he saw Cimei just now, and answered with shame.

Cimei said again: "Amitabha, although you and me are different in age and practice, they are all Buddhist disciples. The secular etiquette does not have to be firmly abide by. You don't have to get up so early, and you shouldn't wait in the pavilion respectfully. If your heart is in these common thoughts, it will be difficult for the Buddhist practice to improve."

"Disciple has understood! I keep it in mind and always warn myself." Jingcheng smiled bitterly. This kind of waiting etiquette was what other monks in Yunlin Temple did to pay homage to him. He had been used to it for more than thirty years. Now he naturally took it out to greet Cimei. He thought that this was a common law in the world, different from the Dharma of the Buddha Sect?

"Haha, I won't say much!" Cimei smiled again, "You have done a good job in Xi Kingdom and have made great achievements. The incense of my Buddhist sect in Xi Kingdom is obvious to all the Buddhists in Tibetan Immortal Continent. It's just that you have too many mundane affairs that you have heard and seen, which has caused the current bad consequences! As long as you wake up a little, you can correct it. Your future will be bright, and it is very likely to be achieved if you say you are aware of the fruit!"
Chapter completed!