Lingyun Temple, inner hall, an empty square.

In the middle of the square, there is a square pool. In the pool, the water seems a bit turbid. Occasionally, a few small fish swim around, and the sun shines from the sky. At the bottom of the pool, many coins reflect a faint light.

Four incense burners are placed at the four corners of the square.

The white smoke slowly floated inside...

The entire square was filled with a fragrance.

This square is a place for pilgrims to visit and monks to practice martial arts on weekdays.

Now, the atmosphere here is extremely strange.

Dozens of monks stood neatly in the square.

The Master Yideng stood beside Ye Bei with a hunched body and a respectful expression.

"Master, Yideng has prepared a Buddhist banquet for you. Are you going now?"

"No." Ye Bei's voice was faint.

When he spoke, his deep eyes gently scanned the temple.

Decades have passed...

The changes here are quite big.

The pool used to be extremely clear, with lotus flowers and swimming fish, which seemed quiet and peaceful.

Now, the pool is full of coins, and there is too much secular touch, which has quietly changed its taste.

In this temple, monks were dressed in rags, but their expressions were calm, as if nothing was infectious...

On the other hand, the number of monks is still young, but their clothes are new, their eyes have increased a lot of complexity, and they are more deeply involved in this secular world.

I don't look back when I see Ye Bei.

Master Yideng was a little embarrassed.

After thinking about it, I took the initiative to find the topic, but my voice was still excited: "Master! In fact, my master said you would come decades ago."

Um?

This is the end.

In the square, the other monks immediately held their breath.

Master Yideng’s master.

That is the previous abbot...

The abbot was said to have lived in his 190s, and countless legends were left at this time.

only……

These monks couldn't figure it out at this moment, what did that abbot have to do with the boy in front of him?

"I know! In Lingyun Hall, there are some materials inside the Golden Buddha, which are made of his corpse..." Ye Bei nodded slightly, as if he was just telling a fact.

"What?"

"Was the Golden Buddha used the old abbot's corpse?"

"this……"

After hearing this, many monks were shocked and couldn't help but say.

But Master Yideng's body trembled even harder.

If he had a little doubt before...

Now, deep in his heart, there was no doubt at all.

When he looked at Ye Bei, he completely regarded him as his ancestor and his expression became more respectful.

"The ancestor is right! In fact, it is not just the master. After each abbot of our Lingyun Temple passes away, he will ask his disciples to grind his corpse into powder and make the golden Buddha in the hall." Master Yideng said seriously.

Some of the monks next to them glared after hearing this, as if they had figured out what was going on.

Some people also became more confused after listening to it... the more they thought about it, the more confused they felt.

"Well, are the things ready?"

Ye Bei completely ignored the reactions of those people around him.

After roughly looking at the temple, he retracted his eyes, placed it on the Master Yideng, and spoke leisurely.

"Master, you've been ready for decades. Over the years, Yideng has been waiting for you. I thought I would never hope to see you in my life! Now, Yideng is still very lucky." Master Yideng did not hesitate: "It's just that thing was passed down by the master. He once said that in the whole world, only you, Master, can open it! That thing is now placed in my humble room!"

"good."

Ye Bei's words are as good as gold.

"Master, will you get it for you?" Yilan spoke again.

Ye Bei shook his head: "No, since you have prepared the Buddhist banquet, then let's have a meal first!"

"Yes, the ancestor!" Yideng bent over and then shouted at the monks next to him: "Did you notify the kitchen? If it is ready, let them bring all the vegetarian food to the living room..."

"Yes, Master Abbot."

"yes!"

The monks spoke one after another.

At the same time, they moved quickly...

Let's trot towards the kitchen together.

On the way.

There were some young monks trot while talking.

"What's going on when the abbot calls that man the ancestor? Who knows the situation?" A young monk touched the back of his head and asked curiously.

"In the courtyard just now, the abbot said that it was the old abbot who had predicted it! He said that this young man would come. I guess the young man's elder might have a connection with the old abbot!"

"I don't feel very reliable! Who is our abbot? He is a real master. Even if some real top-level powerful officials come here, it depends on his mood! Today, the abbot has performed the greatest etiquette of our Buddhism to this young man, which is simply unreasonable... How can that young man afford it?" A monk kept shaking his head and frowned.

Someone next to him answered: "If that young man was not what we imagined, if he was older than the abbot, what if he was once a person of the same era as the old abbot?"

hiss!

This is the end.

Many monks sucked in the air.

Eternal life!

This word came to my mind at the first moment.

Combined with the words that the abbot just said...

It's true that there is a great possibility of such speculation.

But this was really bizarre and they couldn't believe it at all.

"impossible."

"That's...even the old abbot is only two hundred years old! He should be the longest-lived person in the world."

"It's so bizarre, this is unreliable."

The discussions among many monks became more and more intense.

"Shut up! What the abbot does must have its intention. You are here to guess, it is disrespectful! Just do your part well... You shouldn't know, and there is no need to know." An older monk staggered and glanced at the young monks constantly discussing, and his voice was unceremonious.

"yes!"

"yes!"

After hearing this, the young monks didn't dare to talk more.

In the temple, the focus is on generations...

These older monks are more experienced than them, so they naturally dare not refute them.

However, when the young monks left, the older monk spoke quietly and said to himself: "Abbot, abbot, you have many secrets. Where is that young man coming from? Is it worthy of your attention?"

...

Inner courtyard, in the square.

Ye Bei stood next to the pool with his leisurely eyes.

At this moment, the entire square was empty and there was no one else.

"Master, have you ever seen the Abbot of the Supreme One?" Master Yideng clasped his hands together, stood on Ye Bei's side, broke the silence, and asked softly.
Chapter completed!