Pawning lifespan, starting from a low-level martial arts world to transform into a dragon.

Chapter 109 Master Mingxin, in poor health, passed away.

Following the direction he remembered, Chen Ye walked quickly, being careful to avoid other monks from Xiangguo Temple along the way.

Without attracting anyone's attention, they quietly walked to the outside of the meditation room.

Chen Ye did not rush forward. Instead, he stopped behind a low wall and, relying on his heightened senses after his eighth rebirth, peered into the courtyard.

The courtyard gate was ajar, and it was quiet inside.

He listened intently and noticed heavy breathing and coughing sounds coming from the meditation room. He listened for a moment longer and confirmed that there was no second breath.

At this hour, the young novice monk should be having his meal in the dining hall, not in the courtyard.

Only Master Mingxin remained in the courtyard.

Without further hesitation, Chen Ye slipped into the courtyard without making a sound.

The courtyard is not large, and a clump of bamboo grows in the corner of the wall.

The door to the main room was half open.

Chen Ye pushed open the door and went inside.

Inside the room, an old monk dressed in a gray robe was sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, with a half-open scroll of scriptures in front of him, and he was reciting the scriptures in a low voice.

He was thin, with sunken cheeks, and his brows showed signs of fatigue from a long illness.

Hearing footsteps, the old monk looked up and saw Chen Ye, a stranger, assuming he was one of the pilgrims who had wandered in by mistake.

"Who are you? This is a monastery—outsiders are not allowed to enter—if you have nothing urgent—please leave immediately—cough cough cough—"

He spoke a little too quickly, as if his lungs were being strained, and he coughed so hard he couldn't straighten up.

He looked extremely weak.

Chen Ye did not answer, but walked straight towards him.

When the old monk saw that he not only did not retreat, but instead came closer and closer, his face immediately darkened.

Although he has been a monk for many years, he is still born into the Lu family, and the arrogance of a high-born nobleman has not been completely eradicated.

He raised his voice slightly, and said in a stern tone, "Ahem—I have said—this place does not receive outsiders!"

If you don't leave now—I'll call for help—"

Chen Ye stopped in front of Master Mingxin, glanced down at the old monk, and said expressionlessly, "May I ask, is this master Master Mingxin?"

"It is this old monk, you—"

Master Mingxin hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, a slap came flying at me.

A wisp of golden light flashed in his palm and disappeared in an instant, slapping him squarely across the face.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Master Mingxin's head suddenly twisted to one side, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Chen Ye stepped forward, grabbed the prayer mat, and pressed it firmly against the mouth and nose of the second master of the Lu family. Then, through the prayer mat, he punched him several times with tremendous force.

Bang, bang, bang —

After pressing for a while, Chen Ye threw away the futon, withdrew his hand, and stood there with his hands clasped in place.

"Amitabha Buddha, there's no other way, you have to take some responsibility for what your son does; it's better for everyone this way."

He glanced down at the lifeless body, confirming there was no breath and no external injuries, before calmly turning and walking out of the courtyard.

Lu Cong was not affected by the Feng family's affairs at all, and had no motivation to get involved in them again.

The only plausible explanation is that this second master of the Lu family had his own plans.

Chen Ye was too lazy to investigate and verify further, so he simply decided to end it.

It doesn't matter if we kill the wrong person.

Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!

Chen Ye came out of the small courtyard behind the mountain and quickly turned back along the way he came.

He straightened his robes, and after confirming that there were no further flaws in his clothes, he calmly walked towards the dining hall.

Everything in the dining hall was as usual.

Many believers gathered together and ate their meal in twos and threes at the long table.

People come and go from time to time; one more or one less makes no difference.

Su Guang remained seated, eating his vegetarian noodles with his head down. When he saw Chen Ye return, he glanced at him, then quickly looked away without asking any questions.

Chen Ye sat down opposite him, picked up his bowl of unfinished vegetarian noodles, and slowly continued eating.

He picked up a noodle with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, just like the other pilgrims eating around him.

the other side.

After finishing his vegetarian meal, the young novice monk who was looking after the second master of the Lu family wiped his mouth, went to the back of the dining hall to fetch a pot of hot water, and then walked along the corridor towards the back mountain as usual.

He is only twelve years old this year and has only been assigned to serve Master Mingxin for a little over three months.

This old monk had an eccentric temperament. He didn't like to talk much and spent his days either chanting scriptures or coughing. Sometimes, when he coughed so badly, he couldn't even speak coherently.

However, they treated him fairly well, never scolding or beating him, and would occasionally give him some pointers on scriptures.

The young novice monk, carrying a kettle of hot water, pushed open the courtyard gate and walked into the meditation room along the bluestone path in the courtyard.

"Master Mingxin, the hot water is here, would you like some?"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Master Mingxin lay on his side on the ground, his prayer mat overturned beside him, and he remained motionless.

The water jug ​​in the young novice monk's hand crashed to the ground with a "clatter," spilling hot water all over the floor and creating a cloud of white steam.

"Mingxin—Master?"

He stepped forward tremblingly, squatted down, and reached out to check Master Mingxin's breathing.

My fingertips were ice-cold.

He is not breathing.

The young novice monk's face turned deathly pale instantly. He collapsed to the ground, stunned for several breaths before suddenly scrambling to his feet and stumbling out of the meditation room, running wildly towards the front courtyard.

"Uncle-Master! Uncle-Master!" He burst through the doors of the other monks' rooms, his voice trembling with sobs, "Master Mingxin—Master Mingxin has passed away!"

The monk was organizing the list of worshippers when he heard this. He looked up, but his expression showed little surprise. He asked, "When did this happen?"

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"When I finished my vegetarian meal and returned, Master Mingxin had already collapsed on the ground—he was dead—he was really dead." The monk put down the booklet in his hand, and without saying a word, quickly walked towards the back mountain.

He entered the meditation room, bent down to examine the monk, and then checked Master Mingxin's pulse and breathing.

After confirming that everything was correct, he stood up straight with a solemn expression, put his hands together, and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha Buddha—"

"Mingxin was frail and had been nearing the end of his life these past few days. Now—he has passed away."

He turned to the young novice monk who had followed him in and said, "Go, inform the abbot, and also notify the Lu family to come over and prepare for the funeral."

At the same time, in the dining hall.

The abbot of Xiangguo Temple suddenly walked in.

"Amitabha."

The believers in the dining hall stopped what they were doing, fell silent, and looked at the abbot.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

The abbot walked calmly into the dining hall, followed by two strong and muscular martial monks.

He didn't speak harshly; in fact, he even wore his usual compassionate smile.

"Esteemed benefactors," the abbot's voice, though not loud, was as powerful as a bell, resounding in everyone's ears: "An unfortunate incident has just occurred at our temple. Some scoundrels have sneaked into the temple and committed illegal acts."

His compassionate gaze swept over the crowd as he said, "This old monk does not wish to cause a great disturbance and dampen your sincerity in offering incense. That benefactor..."

"Lord, please step forward and speak for yourself; don't wait for me to personally go and ask."

The dining hall fell into a deathly silence.

The believers looked at each other, and no one spoke.