Huang Huang Zhe Hua

Eight hundred miles away from Chang'an City, there is an ancient temple.

This ancient temple has been built for a while. Some people say that it was set up by a wandering eminent monk decades ago, and some say it was set up during the time of Gaozu.

However, no matter what others say, the ancient temple still stands there quietly, gentle and modest, unassuming, and not humble, despite the wind and rain, and the sun and stars moving.

The young abbot in the ancient temple is knocking on the wooden fish, and the green smoke rises from above the incense burner. A few early warblers are chirping outside the window, reflecting the indistinct bells in the ancient temple.

A little monk ran in in a panic: "Abbot, abbot, it's not good!"

Linxuan tapped without haste, one sound at a time.

The little monk bit his lips, but still calmed down, and stood aside with his head down.

After Linxuan finished reciting the last mantra of clearing the heart, he stood up, patted the linen shirt, led the little monk outside the ancestral hall, and asked, "What's the matter, you're in such a panic."

"The abbot doesn't know, Huiqing just came down from the mountain, and saw a large group of officers and soldiers going up the mountain!"

Linxuan smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were softer, with some soothing power: "Purify your heart and keep your will. Have you forgotten what you learned a few days ago?"

"But……"

Linxuan raised his hand to touch the little monk's ring scar, and said with a smile: "There is nothing wrong with it, Huiqing will call Huiyuan for me."

The little monk took two steps forward and then stepped back, pulling Linxuan's sleeve, looking at him eagerly: "Abbot, is he leaving?"

"..."

"It was Huiyuan who told you."

The little monk's eyes were red, and he didn't say a word, but pulled Linxuan's sleeve tighter.

The linden tree in the courtyard has already sprouted shallowly, and it will be a lush scene in a short time.Linxuan raised his eyes to look at it, just like thousands of sleepless childhoods, but unfortunately he might never see it again in the future.With a serious expression on his face, he said slowly: "If you are not benevolent for the king, your life will be ruined, and the common people will have no means of living. Going here as a teacher is for the power of the country, and it is an extremely honorable thing."

"Abbot!" The little monk lay on his chest and began to cry, "Don't leave, everyone is reluctant to part with you..."

Linxuan was silent, the messy morning light, the breeze with a little bit of damp soil smell, and the slightly swaying branches all became the background for a while.

In the silence, only a sigh was heard: "Everything is impermanent, what is born must be destroyed, everything in the world is like this, don't be sad about it."

The little monk shook his head, still sobbing, just as Lin Xuan wanted to comfort him a few more words, only to see someone walk in from outside.

The man was dressed in armor, stepped forward imposingly, folded his arms, and said in a full-fledged manner: "The last general Ji Ming, by the order of the current sage, invite the master to enter the palace."

Linxuan gently helped the little monk up, "Huiqing will be the abbot here from now on, if you continue to make trouble for him, no one will help you."

Ji Ming urged: "Master, let's get on the road."

Linxuan said "Amitabha", and turned his head to take a deep look at the trees here, the high fence here, and the ancient blue lamp Buddha here.

Deeply, as if wanting to outline every stroke in my heart.

Then he followed Jiming step by step.

There was no turning back along the way.

Just like at the beginning, Linxuan chose this path and never thought of turning back.

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