"Huai An..."
Master Juekong spoke, and Huai An immediately got up, stepping forward to kneel in front of Master Juekong, "Master..."
Usually composed and self-possessed, the Senior Brother's voice was choked with emotion at this moment.
Disciples in the back row were already quietly sobbing in their sadness.
"Huai An, you are my most steady disciple. I am very confident in leaving the temple's affairs in your hands. After my passing, you will be the abbot of Yun Wu Temple. You will have to manage all matters, big and small. Remember to take care of your health and not overwork yourself, understand?"
"Yes."
Like a kind elder in the family, Master Juekong reached out to pat Huai An's head and handed him the Buddha Beads he had worn all his life.
Huai An lowered his head, his tears falling into the soil.
"Huai Jin."
"Here."
