This old man stood inconspicuously among the crowd. He was not well-dressed. He was carrying a small suitcase and seemed to be about to travel far. But when he saw everyone in Fengyu Temple being kidnapped and taken away, he

The body became stiff.

Those who are about to travel far are overwhelmed by mountains of humiliation and are unable to move even an inch at this moment.

"What does it have to do with me?"

He talked to himself.

But I can’t convince myself.

Finally, he turned around and walked towards the depths of Geling City instead of the majestic city gate.

No one noticed this scene. The streets were full of people watching the arrest of Feng Yu Guan. They had various reactions, except incomprehension and anger.

In just a few days, the prestige and reputation that Shangyang Palace had spent two hundred years cultivating in Geling City had completely collapsed.

Chen Weiwei, who was walking in the team, didn't notice this. Maybe he did but he didn't care. What he cared about was that he was humiliated again. What he cared about was that if he couldn't find a stronger way, the humiliations would still follow.

Come.

He is not so sure about Xin Yanque's thoughts now. If Shangyang Palace is really going to be used to fight against the Supreme Saint, why hasn't His Majesty come forward now?

He didn't even think about why Fengyuguan's reputation collapsed so quickly.

Yes, he has never been an opponent in the eyes of the Supreme Saint. Even if his cultivation and intelligence are doubled, he is still not worthy of being the Supreme Saint??????????

??????opponent.

The Supreme Saint just wanted an opportunity.

To separate Shangyang Palace from its power, the biggest obstacle is actually not Shangyang Palace itself, but the people, who regard Shangyang Palace as a god.

Therefore, Taishang Shengjun said a long time ago, how can we prevent the people from resisting the destruction of Shangyang Palace? The reasonable and only reasonable way is... to let the people tear down the altar themselves.

For a person with Chen Weiwei's IQ, no one has corrected him. Even now, he still can't understand where he went wrong.

"fine."

On the other side of the crowd, Lin Ye also muttered to himself.

It is much better for the Office headed by Ning Weimo to kick things off in this way than to directly start a war between divine power and imperial power later on.

Lin Ye never objected to bloodshed, as long as it was right, but try not to happen in his own home.

At this time, Lin Ye saw the young man selling chicken shredded noodles. He didn't know why Lin Ye didn't see despair in those people in Shangyang Palace, but saw it in this young man's face, and also saw faith.

Collapse.

"hello."

Lin Ye walked to the young man's side.

The young man was stunned for a moment before he recognized the bearded man. He did not respond to Lin Ye's greeting. He just stared blankly at the people in Fengyu Temple walking further and further away, and then cried.

Yes, a philistine who seemed to have nothing to do with Fengyu Temple cried.

"I never thought that I was worthy of becoming a disciple of Shangyang. Even if I deliberately chose to do a small business not far from Fengyu Temple and could only see the roof of Fengyu Temple, I would not dare to look over.

I have distracting thoughts in my heart, and I am afraid that I have desecrated Fengyu Temple and the Zhentian above my head."

The vendor looked at Lin Ye and asked, "Why did Fengyu Temple become like this?"

Lin Ye didn't answer immediately, but pulled the hawker, and the two of them walked along the road for a while and returned to the hawker's stall.

"An inappropriate analogy."

Lin Ye said: "In your mind, the Shangyang Palace that you look up to is like a perfect woman. You don't even dare to think about having her. Even if you get close to her, you will feel that you are not worthy...

"

Lin Ye pointed to the distance, the streets where those worshipers walked.

"But those people, they didn't regard Fengyu Temple as a treasure. They tore off her clothes, humiliated her, ravaged her, and then told the world what it was like."

Upon hearing this, the vendor clenched his fists.

Lin Ye said: "I just said that this is an inappropriate analogy because I can't find a better one for the time being..."

He asked the hawker: "Everyone has his own perfection in his heart. Shangyang Palace Fengyu Temple is the perfection in your heart, so you can't accept it, but they can't accept it."

Say."

The hawker lowered his head and sighed heavily.

Lin Ye said: "You see, the imperial court was in ruins more than 20 years ago. It took the emperor more than 20 years to save the imperial court. To save it, you need to use medicine, and the same is true for Shangyang Palace."

The vendor couldn't understand why a bearded man who taught him how to make steamed buns and shredded chicken noodles would explain these principles to him so seriously.

"you......"

The hawker asked Lin Yedao: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Lin Ye said: "What I want to say is, no matter what it is, as long as it is wrong, it should be corrected."

The vendor asked: "Is Shangyang Palace wrong?"

Lin Ye said: "From a doctrinal point of view, Shangyang Palace is right, but the people are wrong."

Vendor: "So how to save it?"

Lin Ye said: "Change a group of people."

The hawker felt that the big bearded man made some sense, but it was a bit messy and had some incoherent words, but he seemed to understand.

"Change...how many people would that be?"

The vendor sighed.

Lin Ye said: "Here is a bowl of noodles."

Vendor: "Huh?"

He didn't expect that this bearded guy who was still being reasonable just now would suddenly give up being reasonable and return to his true nature...

Have a bowl of noodles.

"actually......"

The peddler said: "After you said that that day, I inquired specifically. That day, I saw an old man traveling in a particularly luxurious carriage and horse.

So I went to find out that the old man was the father of the master of Fengyu Temple."

Lin Ye didn't respond.

The vendor continued: "At that time, I was thinking...it turns out that no matter how much chicken noodles I sell, I will never be able to ride on that carriage."

Lin Ye said: "So?"

The vendor looked at Lin Ye and asked: "So do you want to eat pancakes? It's a novel way of eating from the north. I only saw it yesterday. I want to try it today. If you are willing, you are my first

As a customer, I won’t charge you any money.”

;                                                         Lin Ye was silent for a moment, then patted the hawker on the shoulder: "If your family is not very short of money, you can go out more often. There are not only xiaolongbao, shredded chicken noodles, pancakes, but also many more in this world.

something else."

The hawker didn't quite understand why the bearded man wanted to be reasonable just now, but now he understood instantly, because the truth just now was too far away, and the truth now is closely related to him.

"You mean, you can never really make a fortune by selling only one kind of thing. Why don't you learn more and open a restaurant in Geling City that collects all the limited snacks from all over the world?"

Lin Ye thought for a while, took out a banknote from his sleeve and put it down: "I hope you succeed."

The hawker looked at the bank note, then at Lin Ye, and cried again.

"You are the first person in the world to recognize me. Don't worry, I will not waste your money. I will give you endless rewards in the future."

Lin Ye smiled and said: "Don't think about any rewards, think about how to do better. In addition, you can use the money as if I am doing business with you in partnership."

The hawker said: "Then you are the big boss and I am the little boss. Please remember that I will come back to you in the future."

Lin Ye hummed: "I believe it."

Vendor: "So, what's your name?"

Lin Ye replied: "My name is Ye Fuyao."

The hawker nodded: "I remember."

He asked: "Why didn't you ask me what my name was?"

Lin Ye asked: "Then what is your name?"

The vendor replied: "My surname is Zhen, and my name is Kung Fu."

After saying this, he started to pack his things, loaded the wheelbarrow and pushed it away. After taking a few steps, he turned back and waved to Lin Ye: "Ye Fuyao, we will meet again in the future."

Lin Ye was just thinking that the place where you set up your stall was so close to Shangyang Palace. If something happened in the future, it would be a pity that you died in vain.

The hawker went home and told his parents about the incident in detail. Naturally, his parents were reluctant to let him travel far, but this time he really planned to go out and see the world.

"When I return to Geling in the future, I will open a shop that brings together all the snacks and delicacies in the world!"

He raised his hand and waved: "My benefactor said, I can do it!"
To be continued...