Three days later, the death ceremony of Master Mingjue was held, and many people from around came spontaneously.
There was a long queue outside the mountain gate. Some people were holding incense candles, some were carrying paper money, and some were bringing home-steamed steamed buns as offerings.
All members of the Lin Chuan team arrived, including Lan Lingwei, Chen Chen and others from Ten Thousand Stars City, who also came to send Mingjue on his last journey.
Liu Suifeng couldn't stop crying, and my shoulders were twitching from crying.
Du Heng's eyes were red, his fists clenched loudly, and he wanted to fight Great Brahma's people to the death.
On the contrary, it was Ming'an who was unexpectedly calm, as if he was watching a stranger's ceremony.
Wearing the moon-white monk's robes, he stood in front of the coffin, neither crying nor fussing, just watching quietly.
After the ceremony, Ming'an was officially appointed as abbot Zhaoming Temple.
It's just that he is too young, so the royal temple will send someone to act as abbot, and he will be handed over to Ming'an when he reaches adulthood.
Ming'an has no objection.
At night, everyone dispersed.
Ming'an is sitting cross-legged in the Zude Hall alone.
Under the tablet of Master Huiming, a new tablet was placed. It read: Zhaoming Temple the second abbot, Master Mingjue spiritual tablet.
This tablet was carved by someone from the royal family. The material and shape are more solemn, with a rosewood base, gold-lacquered characters, and lotus patterns carved on the corners.
Compared to those Ming'an carved by themselves, they are much more solemn.
Ming'an looked at the tablet and murmured to himself.
"Brother, no matter what you encounter or where you go, Ming'an firmly believes that you will not die. You will return safely, just like the previous times."
"You still have the peace charm Ming'an gave you."
"You also agreed to come back and teach Ming'an Cultivation Method martial arts."
His voice was very soft, echoing in the empty hall.
"Brother, please don't leave Ming'an alone."
"Senior brother, when you come back, we won't stay here anymore, okay?"
"Brother, when you come back, we will go back to Green Rock Mountain together and build a small temple."
"Ming'an Now, I don't like it here anymore."
As he spoke, tears flowed uncontrollably from Ming'an's eyes.
He firmly believed in his heart that his senior brother would not die, but when he thought that he might not be able to see his senior brother for a long time and that his senior brother might be seriously injured, he couldn't help but feel sad.
He has to hold back and not cry during the day.
At night, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Wearing a loose monk's robe, he cried heartbrokenly in front of the memorial tablets of Master and Senior Brother.
After all, he is still a child under seven years old.
While crying, he sobbed and shouted, "Master... Senior Brother..."
At this moment, two figures, one large and one small, walked in from the side door of Zude Hall.
They are Su Qing and Chen Zhao.
Su Qing looked at Ming'an crying heartbrokenly, and felt a pang of distress in his heart.
Chen Zhao let go of Su Qing's hand, ran over on his calves, hugged Ming'an, patted his back and said, "Brother Ming'an, don't cry, Zhao'er is here, and sister Su Qing is here."
As if feeling supported, Ming'an lay in Chen Zhao's arms and cried for a while. Perhaps he was too tired, and soon fell asleep.
Chen Zhao's little hand was still on his back, patting her again and again, just like Su Qing patted her before.
Su Qing sent Ming'an back to the room and said to the worried Chen Zhao: "Zhao'er don't worry, Ming'an brother is very strong and will get better soon."
The two of them then returned to their small courtyard.
Chen Zhao was still a little worried and looked back a few times.
Su Qing, on the other hand, didn't sleep all night and kept observing Ming'an's condition with Divine Sense, fearing that something might happen to him.
At dawn, Ming'an slowly woke up.
He wiped away his tears and his eyes returned to their usual firmness.
He seemed to have figured something out, took out the bracelet from his arms, and called softly, "Master Chengxin, are you there?"
After Ming'an's recent practice of "Clear Heart Sutra", Chengxin's remaining soul has gradually stabilized.
Although you can still only rely on the bracelet, you don't have to wake up for a short while every day like before. You can basically stay awake all the time.
Chengxin wanted to take Ming'an as his disciple many times, but Ming'an never agreed.
Chengxin never forced it. He only guided and corrected it when Ming'an occasionally made mistakes in reciting sutras.
This was the first time Ming'an took the initiative to call him.
"Ming'an, what's wrong?"
"Master Chengxin, I want to become stronger."
Ming'an thought about it for half the night.
From today on, he will become stronger.
He wants to protect Zhaoming Temple, the people around him, and himself.
Before, I had my senior brother taking care of me, but now I have to rely on myself.
And Chengxin is undoubtedly the person who can make him stronger the fastest.
Chengxin was silent for a moment.
"Why?"
"Although senior brother is not dead," Ming'an said, "But I want to become stronger. When senior brother comes back, I can help him."
"Then are you willing to become my teacher?" Chengxin asked again.
Ming'an didn't hesitate at all this time.
He put the string on the table, knelt down in front of the table and kowtowed three times.
His forehead hit the ground, and there were three muffled sounds: thump, thump, thump. When he looked up, his forehead was already red.
"Ming'an pays homage to the master."
Chengxin's remnant soul shook for a while, and he wanted to help Ming'an, but in his current state, he couldn't touch him at all.
He could only say repeatedly, "That's enough, that's enough. Good boy, good boy."
"Okay. From today on, I will teach you the true Dharma."
From this moment on, Ming'an officially worships Chengxin as his teacher, studies Buddhism with Chengxin, and has a deeper understanding of "Clear Heart Sutra".
One year later, Chen Zhao's power of Curse was completely eliminated, but the little princess still lived in Zhaoming Temple to recuperate, and her relationship with Ming'an gradually became better and better.
The two children chanted sutras together, learned literacy together, and practiced Cultivation Method martial arts together.
When Ming'an was chanting sutras, Chen Zhao was drawing words beside him; when Ming'an was practicing boxing, Chen Zhao was sitting on the steps watching him, and he didn't feel bored.
Ming'an In this year, it seemed like I had an enlightenment.
Both Buddhism and physical fitness have greatly increased.
Now, based on his physical body alone, he has a physique that matches that of monk Early Qi Refining.
Chengxin taught him strictly, and he also studied hard. He would get up before dawn every day to practice, and he would also meditate and adjust his breathing at night.
But every night, Ming'an would go to Zude Hall, look at the spiritual tablets, and ask softly.
"Brother, when will you come back?"