Tian Yuan

Chapter 2061: Death

After a moment, Chen Qingyuan frowned, his eyes fixed, his expression was surprised and unbelievable.

"He passed away."

Chen Qingyuan didn't believe this result and calculated again.

After many calculations, the result is still the same.

"how is this possible?"

Having confirmed that this was most likely true, Chen Qingyuan looked solemn, his brows furrowed, and his eyes filled with worry.

bass!

This matter is of great importance, Chen Qingyuan must verify it personally.

He was extremely fast, far exceeding the speed of light, crossing the sea of stars for countless miles and heading straight for the East.

Recently, a major event occurred in the East, shocking hundreds of millions of people and causing violent turmoil in thousands of galaxies, and the scope of its impact is still expanding.

The Buddhist abbot passed away!

The old monk is the pillar of Buddhism. As long as he is alive, the villains from all sides dare not cause trouble in the East for fear of bringing about fatal disaster.

Now, the old monk has passed away, causing a sensation around the world. Who knows how the future situation will change.

It is said that at the moment when the old monk passed away, phantoms of ancient Buddhas appeared in various places in the East, with golden light spreading and boundless.

It seemed as if there was a great lamentation, and the world was filled with a sense of sadness.

The Buddhist temple is as vast as a small world.

In front of the main hall, three Zen masters were sitting cross-legged on the ground, with expressionless faces, chanting scriptures. Behind them were monks, at least 100,000 at a glance, all sitting cross-legged, with their hands clasped together and faces full of grief.

In order to show respect and gratitude to the abbot, the Buddhist community decided to chant sutras for three months.

The sound of chanting scriptures echoes in this world. If ordinary people hear it, they will not find it complicated or harsh, but instead feel a mysterious sense of peace and tranquility.

As for the evil demons with evil intentions, if they dare to get close to them, they will be in danger of death.

The various sects rooted in the East sent their most important figures to pay their respects. However, the main hall door of the Buddhist sect was tightly closed, and no outsiders were allowed to see it.

The strong men who came here had no choice but to stand outside the main gate and bow respectfully. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they had to at least express their attitude and not sit idly by.

A few days later, the Buddhist disciple returned.

He looked haggard and dusty.

The simple light yellow cassock has become an extraordinary acquired treasure of merit because it has been worn by Buddhists for a long time in saving the world. It is extremely masculine and strong, and has infinite Buddhist charm.

There was another person who came with the Buddhist disciple. He was the slightly plump monk Jingyuan, the former half-Buddha monk. He had once stepped into the ancient road of the early Yuan Dynasty and consumed too much energy. His face was haggard and his blood was insufficient.

Judging from his appearance, the day of Monk Jingyuan's death is probably not far away.

Over the years, Venerable Monk Jingyuan has been traveling with Buddhists, on the one hand saving the suffering people, and on the other hand comprehending the Dharma of Pure Land.

When he learned that the old monk had passed away, the Buddhist was stunned for a moment. Then, with a blank expression on his face, he returned as soon as possible.

Time is merciless and has left deep marks of vicissitudes on the old monk's face.

The Buddhist disciple expected that this day would not be too far away, so his heart trembled slightly and then he calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

When he arrived, the door of the hall slowly opened, revealing a gap that was big enough for passing through.

The Buddhist disciple and the monk Jingyuan walked in side by side, and a strong sense of solemnity overwhelmed them.

"The Buddha's son has arrived. After resolving the issue of the abbot's passing, he should take over the position of the leader of the Buddhist sect."

"The monk just now had a terrifying background. From what I know, he was probably a great terror in Buddhism. Unfortunately, he stepped into the unknown ancient road of the world of enlightenment and ended up with a serious injury."

"If it weren't for the old abbot's intimidation, the East would have been in chaos. Alas!"

The rest of the people did not dare to trespass without the permission of the Buddhist sect. They just watched from the sidelines and discussed with each other.

The Buddhist disciple walked to the front of the hall and saw a high platform with a cassock placed on it.

This cassock is the clothes that the old monk wears all year round.

After staring for a while, the Buddhist sat on a cushion, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together.

Monk Jingyuan sat aside and sighed secretly.

When the eminent monk passed away, his body was completely dispersed, and only a relic of infinite merit remained.

After many days, people from all sides gathered.

The Qing Sect, Daoyi Academy and other forces all sent high-ranking members of their sects to take a look.

Some immortal ancient clans also sent people to mourn.

With so many powerful people coming, the Buddhist sect cannot remain closed and not see guests. That would be against etiquette.

Therefore, a Zen master took on this task and was responsible for entertaining guests from all sides. He would lead them to a side hall, offer them a cup of coarse tea and express his greetings.

Someone suggested burning a stick of incense for the old monk, and the Zen master nodded in agreement.

Inside the main hall, there stands a large tripod, which is the place for burning incense.

The Buddhist sect has opened a special passage to allow visitors to enter the hall, where they can see from afar the deepest part of the hall, which includes a high platform with the old monk's robes and fist-sized relics.

Those who were lucky enough to enter the temple and take a look were all surprised.

Some people thought that the old monk's death was a conspiracy, and that he was hiding behind the scenes and controlling the situation. But when they saw the relic, no one had any doubts anymore.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this relic is not an old artifact but was recently created.

In today's era, there are only a handful of people in Buddhism who can condense relics with tremendous merits.

It’s impossible that Buddhism is still hiding a monk who stands proudly at the top of the world!

People who have had contact with the old monk before can sense a familiar aura coming from the relics, which is indeed the same as the old monk and not fake.

"Ugh!"

All the powerful men lined up to light a stick of incense and sighed with regret.

On this day, someone came from the Lihua Palace in the Southern Region.

The leader was the great elder of the Lihua Palace. He offered condolences and burned incense to show respect.

Chen Qingyuan had been in a void near the ancient temple for several days, but he had not seen the old monk. With his ability, he naturally saw the relics that contained the old monk's life-long Buddhist teachings and merits. He felt depressed and could not help but recall the past.

After observing for a few days, nothing abnormal was found.

"Old monk, is he really dead?"

Chen Qingyuan couldn't accept it. He felt as if a huge stone was pressing down on his heart, making him feel blocked and uncomfortable.

I haven't met the old monk for many years and never expected this to happen.

According to a senior Buddhist monk, something went wrong when the old monk was trying to break through the ninth step of the Divine Bridge. He exhausted his remaining vitality and blood but still failed.

The breakthrough failed and the old monk did not die immediately. Instead, he said something and passed away the next day.

Not far away, Chen Qingyuan spotted a familiar figure.

Even though that person tried to hide his whereabouts, he still couldn't escape Chen Qingyuan's keen eyes.

Hey!

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Qingyuan decided to go over and say hello.

The person was wearing a plain skirt, and his whole body exuded an air of nobility that had accumulated over the years. He was in a high position, cold and majestic.