Suddenly, after experiencing the baptism of great joy and sorrow, Wu Han's expression also changed a lot. After a long time, he spoke:

"The pulse is gone, and the breathing is stopped. Master... is gone."

After hearing this, the survivors felt shocked and had no idea what to say. Even though they were used to the impermanence of the world, Wu Han couldn't help but feel sad. When the ladies woke up, their crying was already connected, and the previous atmosphere of joy could not help but be wiped out. To be honest, birth, old age, sickness and death are irresistible natural laws. Whether it is poor, wealth, wealth, wise and foolish, they have to experience it once when they are born. The old monk lived to be over 80 years old, so he died without any illness and finally sat in a smile, which is absolutely inconsistent with sayings such as premature death. This monk Hua who was rumored outside has a bit of true Taoism.

After Wu Han explained it, the women cried almost before they stopped their sadness.

"It's time, it's time, we can share the hardships with the old monk. In Buddhism, it should be a great fate. Let's arrange the funeral after him. The old monk should have no objection."

Getting used to the many blows given by fate, Wu Han was more likely to accept the cruel reality. In addition to being sad, he began to consider how to deal with the old monk's affairs. However, the beauties cried so hard that they did not fully recover until the moment. Zhou Chen, who had been keen in his past, seemed to have a knot in his mind and asked in a daze:

"Well, where should I bury the old monk?"

Hearing the sound, Wu Han did not expect that Zhou Chen's smart and capable man would ask such questions. He was slightly stunned and said with amusement and cry:

"This... Buddhism prefers cremation, I think cremation is better!"

After careful study, the monk did not use burial after his death, but it seemed that the cremation standard was relatively high. Didn’t the Buddha also hold cremation? Furthermore, the relics that Wu Han knew were worshipped and worshipped by others were burned after the death of the eminent monks and masters of all generations. Now, the old monk Likong has enjoyed a high-end treatment, which is not an exaggeration. According to the tradition of Chinese culture, death is the greatest. After the death of the old monk Likong, all the survivors tied a white cloth belt to mourn him.

As for the preparation of cremation, it really took a lot of money. Most of the wood used for cremation was salvaged from the water by Wu Han.

These trees that had been frozen on the mountain for a long time have been washed away by sudden floods recently, and as the water flows to the vicinity of the cave, the water has begun to slow down, so Wu Han has dared to use the long hooks made temporarily to salvage the wood and dry it for later use. As for the insufficient part, he can only use the wood in the warehouse to reserve it.

Three days later, the funeral was ready. The old monk sat cross-legged among the flowers with a peaceful and solemn expression, and his face seemed to be in his life. The survivors walked around the pile of firewood in a complicated mood and said their final goodbye to the old monk. Wu Han temporarily acted as the host of funeral. He held a piece of paper and stuttered a passage of rebirth according to the scriptures, then lifted the oil barrel beside him and sprinkled gasoline on the pile of firewood that was more than one person high.

"Master, you can go all the way."

"Bang! Crack! Crack..."

After pouring the oil, Wu Han took out a box of matches, lit the fire and shouted, and then threw the matches towards the pile of fire. As the flames moved, the huge pile of fire turned into a flaming mountain. A scorching heat wave came to his face, forcing everyone present to retreat. After waiting for a few hours, the fire gradually weakened. Wu Han took out a wooden box and picked up the ashes of the old monk. According to the rules, it is time to build a spiritual bone tower for the old monk. The pagoda of Shaolin Temple is the standard form of Buddhist tombs, but the flood has not yet receded, and even with this idea, he cannot build a tower in the cave. No, he has to be wronged.

"Oh! When it comes to dinner, I always feel that there is one person missing!"

It was time for dinner again, and Sun Meng put down her chopsticks in a daze, muttering constantly. The various delicacies that Wu Han had carefully cooked on the table seemed to have lost their appeal to her. Everyone next to her smiled bitterly when they heard it. However, the rice still had to be eaten, and even if they were unwilling to eat, they had to swallow it down! Speaking of which, it has been a while since the old monk Lekong passed away, but in the seat of his former seat in the restaurant, he still placed a pair of bowls and chopsticks on time. When people remembered the old monk's usual benefits, his kind and kind voice and smile were as if he was following the teachings and words, he couldn't help but feel sad and crying again.

Someone once said that dying one person is a tragedy, and dying one hundred million people is simply a number. The reason is very simple, and excessive mental stimulation can easily become numb.

The nuclear war that covered the whole world, more than a billion people died, including the relatives and friends of the survivors present. However, when it comes to the grief that everyone felt specifically, this disaster seemed far less intense than witnessing the familiar old monk around you quietly passing away with his own eyes.

After dinner, several beauties who were responsible for sorting out the relics of the old monk surrounded Wu Han. Zhou Chen took out a letter and handed it over, saying:

"The master left this letter, which we found when we sorted out the relics. Well, it was written for you. Let's take a look!"

All the survivors wanted to know what the old monk Lekong's last last words were, so they all gathered around and prepared to listen to Wu Han's content reading the letter. Wu Han originally planned to read it first, but after seeing this attitude, he had to follow the good deeds and start reading this suicide note.

"Mr. Wu, I am living in this calamity only to preserve the Dharma in the world. Recently, the copying of Buddhist scriptures is coming to an end. I often feel that I cannot control myself on my own. I think the Buddha summoned me, so I leave this trust to the donor. The thirty-six scriptures I copied have been proofread and sorted out, and now they are in the bedroom. I beg the donor to keep it properly. If there are any good men and women who wish to get close to Buddhism in the future, please entrust the scriptures on your behalf. I have been with the donor for a long time, and I have been together for only one year after the disaster. Although I have not known the Prime Minister, I have also gained some insights. I believe that the donor was bereaved in his childhood, his fate was bumpy, he was indifferent and suspicious, and his style of doing things is inappropriate. I hope that you always have good thoughts, and do not have to keep others from thousands of miles away, so as to avoid misleading others and yourself. I should pray for all donors in the Western Paradise. Amitabha Buddha!"

After hearing a short last words from the old monk, the survivors sighed and sighed. As the object of entrusted, Wu Han was naturally more concerned about whether he could fulfill the last wish of the deceased, so he asked:

"Oh, Master, he is really... those scriptures are okay?"

Hearing the sound, Li Jue, who was standing by, wiped his tears and said:

"We have carefully counted the scriptures, and you can go and count them."

"A man dies like a lamp extinguishes. Master, you can go all the way."
Chapter completed!