A few moments before the master departed this world he implored them to preserve the faith. "How to preserve it? The answer is in the word sila." After saying this he brought his palms together and enjoined upon his assistants to take good care of themselves. They left the room and returned an hour later to find that Xu Yun had quietly passed away. He was 120 years of age. When his body was cremated, the air was filled with a rare fragrance and a white smoke went up into the sky. In the ashes were found over a hundred relics of five different colors and countless small ones, which were mostly white.
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