Chapter 207: Background

In the Soaring Cloud Temple, the inner hall, an empty square.

In the middle of the square, there was a square pool. In the pool, the water looked a little turbid. Occasionally, a few small fishes swam around. The sun shone from the sky. At the bottom of the pool, many coins reflected the light faintly.

In the four corners of the square, there were four incense burners.

The white smoke floating in it kept on going, letting the entire square be filled with a fragrance of Buddhism.

This square was a place for pilgrims to pray and monks to practice martial arts.

Now, the atmosphere here was very strange.

Dozens of monks stood neatly in the square.

Master Yi Deng was standing next to Ye Bei with a crouched body and respectful expression.

"Ancestor, Yi Deng has prepared a Buddhist banquet for you, do you go now?"

"No." Ye Bei shook his head slightly.

When speaking, his deep eyes scanned the temple lightly.

Decades had passed...

The changes here were considerable.

Once, the pool was extremely clear with lotus flowers and swimming fishes, it seemed quiet and peaceful.

But now, the pool was full of coins, and there were too many worldly things that had quietly changed the taste.

Once, in this temple, the monks were in ragged clothes, but their expressions were calm and tranquil as if no mundane things would be contaminated.

On the other hand, the number of monks was still the same now, and they were also young, but their clothes were brand new, their eyes had increased a lot of complexity, and they had become more deeply affected by this mortal world.

Seeing Ye Bei and would not return, Master Yi Deng was a little embarrassed.

After thinking about it, he took the initiative to find a topic, and his voice was still excited, "Ancestor! Actually, decades ago, Master said you would come."

Huh?

As his words fell, in the square, the other monks immediately held their breath.

Master Yi Deng's master…

That was the last Abbot...

The Abbot was said to have lived more than 190 years and left countless legends at this time.

Just these monks couldn't figure out at this moment, what was the relationship between that Abbot and the young man in front of them?

"I know. In the Soaring Cloud Hall, that golden Buddha has some materials in it which was made from his bones..." Ye Bei nodded lightly as if he was just telling a fact.

"What?"

"The golden Buddha used the bones of the old Abbot?"

"This…"

After listening to this, many monks were shocked and couldn't help but exclaim.

But Master Yi Deng's body trembled more and more severely.

If he had some doubts before, but now, deep in his heart, there was no doubt at all.

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

"Ancestor is right! Actually, it's not just my master. In Soaring Cloud Temple, after each abbot passes away, he will have his direct disciples grind his bones into powder and make them into the golden Buddha in the hall." Master Yi Deng said seriously.

After some of the monks next to him listening to this, they nodded as if they had figured out what was going on.

But for some other monks, their eyes became more confused instead. The more they thought about it, the more confused they became.

"Well, are things ready?" Ye Bei completely ignored the reactions of those around him.

After looking around the temple, he retracted his gaze, placed it on Yi Deng, and asked leisurely.

"Ancestor, everything's ready. I have been preparing for decades. Over the years, Yi Deng has been waiting for you. I thought I would never see Your Elderly in my life! But looking at it now, Yi Deng is still very lucky." Yi Deng did not hesitate, "That thing is passed down by my master. He once said that in the whole world, only you can open it. That thing is now in my shabby room!"

"Good."

"Ancestor, should Yi Deng get it for you now?" Yi Deng continued.

Ye Bei shook his head, "No, since the Buddha banquet is ready, let's eat first!"

"Yes, Ancestor!" Yi Deng bent over, and then shouted at the monks nearby, "Have you notified the back kitchen? If it is done, let them bring all the food to the living room..."

"Yes, Master Abbot."

"Yes!"

The monks spoke up one after another.

At the same time, they moved quickly on foot.

Together, they ran in the direction of the back kitchen.

On the way, there were some young monks who were jogging and talking.

"What the hell is going on when the Abbot calls that man Ancestor? Who knows the situation?" A young monk touched the back of his head and asked curiously.

"In the compound just now, the Abbot said that the former Abbot had foreseen it! He said that this young man will come, I guess the elders of that young man might have some connection with the Old Abbot."

"I feel unreliable! Who is our Abbot? He is a real master. Even if some real top dignitaries and high-ranking officials come over, it depends on the mood of his elderly whether he wants to see them or not! Today, the Abbot has displayed his best etiquette to this young man. This is simply unreasonable... how can that young man afford it?" A monk kept shaking his head, frowning.

Next to him, someone answered, "What if the young man is not what we imagined? What if he is older than the Abbot? What if he has the same age as the former Abbot?"

Hiss!

After the words fell, many monks suddenly sucked in a cold breath.

Longevity!

In their minds, this word came instinctively.

Then combining with the words the Abbot said just now...

Not to mention, this kind of speculation was extremely likely.

But this was really bizarre for him, they couldn't believe it.

"Impossible."

"That... even the former Abbot is only 200 years old! He should be the oldest person in the world."

"It's weird, it's not reliable at all..."

The more the discussion these monks made, the more intense the atmosphere became.

"Shut up! What Master Abbot does must have its intentions. Randomly guessing is disrespectful! Just do your own thing... things that you shouldn't know, there is no need to know." An elderly monk came by, when he saw the young monks continue to discuss this topic, he glanced and warned them.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The young monks did not dare to talk any more.

In the temple, what was emphasized was generation...

This older monk was more qualified than them, and they naturally dared not refute him.

However, when the young monks left, the older monk spoke quietly and said to himself, "Abbot, Abbot, you can hide a lot of secrets. Where did that young man come from? Is it worth your attention?"

...

The inner courtyard, on the square.

Ye Bei stood by the pool, his eyes glanced here and there slowly and leisurely.

At the moment, the entire square was empty. There was no one else.

"Ancestor, have you ever seen Abbot Taishang before?" Master Yi Deng put his hands together and stood on Ye Bei's side, breaking the silence, and asked softly.