Baoguang Temple.
Master Lingneng looked at the letter in his hand and remained silent for a long time.
The letter was sent by someone from Abbess Jingyuan of Puhui Temple.
The letter stated that Regent Jiang Yun was going to become a monk at Puhui Temple. Rumors circulated that Jiang Yun had been unable to find a way to live in the secular world, which led him to become a monk in anger. Since we are all Buddhists, we were informing him of this. Baoguang Temple is a century-old Buddhist temple, and we fear that if His Majesty were to take offense, it might face destruction. We should make plans as soon as possible.
Master Lingneng accepted the letter.
The young novice monk serving him was a little nervous.
“Master, should we tell Senior Brother Hongchen? Today is the day you are supposed to ordain him. If he is ordained, what if His Majesty is furious…”
"No problem! Let these worldly affairs come and go as they may, no need to tell the mortal world. Continue with your shaving of the head as usual!"
"Yes! But His Majesty treats the Regent extremely well, listening to almost everything he says. What if His Majesty is enraged and wants to destroy Baoguang Temple?"
"If that's truly the case, then it's also a matter of cause and effect. Let's go!"
"……yes!"
Abbot Lingneng got up and walked into the Buddhist hall.
The Buddhist hall has been properly arranged, with perfume sprinkled on the floor and banners hanging in the four corners.
Hongchen was already waiting there respectfully.
"Master!"
"Okay! Let's begin!"
As the bell rang, the monks of Baoguang Temple slowly entered the Buddha Hall, offered incense and bowed three times before the Buddha, and began chanting Buddhist scriptures.
The mortals knelt before the Buddha, making the abbot's statue solemn and dignified.
"Amitabha! Hongchen, are you truly weary of the world and wish to become a monk, so that this old monk may shave your head?"
"Yes, Abbot!"
“Amitabha, well done! Since that’s the case, I will shave your head.”
He picked up the razor with a swaying motion, amidst the lingering chanting of Buddhist scriptures.
The hair that had been tied up by the world was untied.
A cascade of black hair fell down.
The abbot then carefully cut his long hair, and finally used a razor to slowly shave it off.
"He destroyed his physical form to uphold his integrity, severed all ties with his family, abandoned his home to enter the holy path, and vowed to save all people."
A moment later.
Her black hair has all fallen out.
Abbot Lingneng took some water from the vase in front of the Buddha and sprinkled it on the top of his head. He then dipped his finger in the water and touched the "Yintang" acupoint between his eyebrows.
"Three drops of Bodhi water, a spark of enlightenment in the mind!"
"Let bygones be bygones."
"The two points sever the cause and effect in this life."
"Three things to cultivate are blessings for the next life."
Hongchen felt a cool sensation between his brows.
Abbot Lingneng's three fingers unlocked his long-sealed memories, and countless images came rushing in.
My mind was filled with countless things.
Hongchen's eyes widened, and his face gradually contorted.
A moment later, tears streamed down her face!
It's you, Linghu Lan!
Looking at the mortal world before him, filled with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow, and unable to contain themselves, Abbot Lingneng was quite puzzled.
Many monks rose and walked up to Hongchen, saying:
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Hongchen, your wish has been fulfilled and you have finally become a Buddhist disciple."
"Congratulations, senior brother."
"Congratulations, junior brother! You actually cried tears of joy. You must have suffered!"
"Master, should we bestow a new Dharma name upon Senior Brother Hongchen?"
The crowd was bustling about, chatting animatedly.
The abbot put aside his strange thoughts and seriously considered the matter of bestowing a new Dharma name upon him.
Hongchen moved his lips, his face contorting again, as if he were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
Abbot Lingneng said, "Red Dust, do you perhaps have a good name?"
"Master!" Hongchen finally spoke after a long pause, "Master, I want to return to secular life!"
The monks were instantly petrified.
“ooo|||”
Abbot Lingneng: "..."
Amitabha Buddha, monks and nuns are not allowed to curse.
Amitabha Buddha, this old monk has broken the precepts!
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