Song Xueming sat next to Chen Yang, and within a short while, a few bowls of noodles were served.

Chen Yang buried his head in eating noodles. Song Xueming looked at Song Jingwei opposite him. He opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't make any sound in his throat.

"Are you hungry? Eat quickly."

"There is much less marinade? I'll go and ask Lao Li to add some more?"

Song Jingwei's hand holding the duck trembled a little.

"Not many."

Song Xueming pursed his lips, grabbed the chopsticks, and buried his head in eating noodles.

I don’t care about the noodle soup burning my mouth, and I eat it in big mouthfuls. Every time I blink, tears will hit the noodle soup.

After eating the noodles, they came out of the noodle restaurant.

Chen Yang supported him, and Song Xueming followed behind, lowered his head and said nothing.

"I'll go take a taxi." Chen Yang said.

Song Jingwei grabbed his hand: "It's not very far, go back, I haven't walked this road for a long time."

"good."

It is good to say that a person is about to die.

Whether it was the conflicts or grudges during his lifetime, Chen Yang didn't think much about it, even if he had accompanied him to walk the last part of the road.

"Faming, come closer."

"dad."

"I've suffered a lot these days, right?" Song Jing sighed slightly, nodded and said, "I'm young all the time. I'm not afraid of making mistakes, but I'm afraid of not correcting my mistakes."

"I'll change it. I'll listen to you whatever you say in the future. I know I'm wrong."

Song Xueming's tone was choked, and he didn't dare to ask too much.

Even though he guessed it, he didn't dare to ask.

He hoped that Song Jingwei was just sick.

"There is no future in the future."

Song Jing shook her head slightly: "When I leave, Qingfeng Temple will depend on you, do you know?"

"Listen to my dad, I will continue to be a Taoist priest. In the future, when I meet someone I like, I will boldly pursue it. If I become a Taoist priest, I will not be able to get married and have children. There is no conflict, and there is no conflict."

"Your master left the Taoist temple to me, and I will pass it on to you now. With the Taoist temple and the abbot's identity, this is the capital to settle down."

"Don't do anything to commit crimes anymore. There is no airtight wall in the world? Can you escape the law, can you escape the condemnation in your heart? Can you escape the karma?"

"Dad has helped you take on the matter this time. I will bear all the grievances and debts. If you want to be good, you must be good."

As I walked all the way, I returned to the Taoist temple, it was already eleven o'clock.

Faming's eyes were swollen from crying, and he didn't ask anything. He could not understand Song Jingwei's tone of instructing the funeral.

"Fa Ming, go and let the deacons in the number room inform you and let them all come to the Ancestor Hall."

"dad……"

"Entering the Taoist temple and entering the Taoist sect is indispensable, and the ancestors will be angry."

"knew."

Faming went away, and Song Jing patted Chen Yang's back of his hand slightly: "Xuanyang, please let me go for a while."

"Um."

The two of them walked in Qingfeng Temple, and walked from the front yard to the back yard. Song Jingwei looked at the empty yard and said, "At the exchange meeting that day, I watched you show your power. I was wondering, what went wrong?"

"Why can't Xueming be like you? Did I teach you wrong?"

"The master said that if life doesn't end, many things can't be understood."

"I thought it was under age. Now it seems to be related to age, but it is not very related."

"Life and death are trivial matters. When he becomes a disciple, I will have no obsession or regrets."

Chen Yang said: "Where is the funeral?"

"After the funeral? Just do it casually."

Chen Yang said: "The feng shui of Lingshan is very good. I can leave you a piece of land."

Song Jing smiled and said, "Then I'll be upset."

The two of them came to the Patriarch's Hall, and the Deacon of the House had already summoned all the disciples.

They looked at Song Jingwei, who was covered in silver hair and weak, and each of them widened their eyes, as if they had seen an incredible scene.

"Living, abbot?" The deacon in the room was a little uncertain.

Song Jingwei left Chen Yang's support, straightened her body with all her strength, walked to the middle of the hall, and said to everyone: "There are some physical problems, and I can't continue to serve as the abbot in the future. Qingfeng Temple or Qingfeng Temple, is the same as if I have me?"

"The accountant should always contact the Lord of Merit."

"Okay, don't be sad, there is something serious today."

He looked at Faming with his hair disheveled and said, "Go to take a shower and change clothes, and you will forget the rules of the ancestor so quickly?"

Faming responded silently and turned around.

After he left, Song Jingwei said: "Fa Ming is a disciple today and returns to Qingfeng Temple. After becoming a disciple, I will also pass on the position of Qingfeng Temple as the abbot of Qingfeng Temple."

Everyone was surprised to hear his words.

Many disciples just found it strange and surprised.

The deacons of the Three Capitals and Five Lords had some speculations that Song Jingwei's physical changes may be closely related to Faming's return to Qingfeng Temple.

"I have also come from my youth. It is difficult to be an abbot. There are many places of great size and big, and I have to rely on your help."

Several deacons said: "The abbot does not have to worry, we have ours."

Song Jing nodded slightly. He was not worried that these deacons were coveting the abbot's seat.

Not everyone wants to be the abbot, and not everyone is suitable.

Qingfeng Temple is a jungle temple. Song Jingwei wants to spread the Dharma, but no one has the right to point fingers.

Moreover, he had a good relationship with these deacons on weekdays and never treated anyone unfairly.

All of this laid a good foundation for Faming to succeed as the abbot.

Faming came back from bathing and changing clothes, and the refreshing Taoist priest appeared in everyone's eyes again.

Song Jingwei said: "Come up."

Faming walked up and stood in the hall.

Song Jing retreated slightly and said, "Kneel down and worship the ancestor."

After the ceremony, Song Jingwei should have sat on a chair on the north side of the hall.

But he did not sit, but stood in the middle of the hall and said to Faming: "Kneel down."

The disciples were puzzled. Didn’t they have finished the apprenticeship ceremony?

Why do you still have to kneel?

Chen Yang's eyes shook slightly and he looked at Song Jingwei.

He wants to...

"thump."

Faming knelt down.

Song Jingwei said: "Kowtow."

Faming kowtowed, one after another, and kept knocking.

Chen Yang sighed, he knew what Song Jingwei was doing.

He wanted to convert all the evils that Faming had done on himself.

“It’s not enough.”

Song Jing shook her head slightly, suddenly walked towards Faming, and said, "Stand up."

Faming raised his head, his forehead was already bleeding from the skin. He stood up and before he could speak, Song Jingwei had already grabbed his left hand and cut a bloody mouth in his palm with his fingers.

Faming suffered, but he did not shrink his hand.

The disciples and the deacons were shocked when they met.

"Abbot..."

Song Jingwei's eyes were solemn, and then she cut open her right palm and then held it hard with Faming's left hand.

"master…"
To be continued...