The disciples in the Sutra Library looked at each other again, and finally a young disciple who had been silent stepped forward and said, "Master, you have always been in poor health, and it was Senior Brother Mo Wen who took care of the affairs. We were afraid of disturbing you and offending him, so we didn't say anything."
After hearing what the young disciple said, Hengjue's face turned ugly, and he shook his head and sighed: "It's all my fault for not doing my job well."
"Brother!" Heng Xin shook his head. "How can you be blamed for this? You are ill, so you need to rest well. Besides, Mo Wen has a kind character and you have watched him grow up. If it were me, I would also trust him."
Hengjue shook his head again, feeling very ashamed, "When this recent incident is over, I will ask the abbot to resign and resign from the position of elder of the Sutra Repository. This way I can put my mind at ease and rest."
Heng Xin frowned slightly and stopped trying to persuade him. In his opinion, Heng Jue's health was deteriorating, so it would not be a bad thing for him to resign from the position of the elder of the Sutra Library.
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