Just when Sang Teng shouted those two words with emotion, a man in a suit who looked very energetic suddenly appeared at the door. He looked about forty or fifty years old. He didn't have too many decorations, but his temperament was not what ordinary people can.
Possession, stood there and looked at Santen.
The Potala Palace generally does not prohibit tourists from trespassing. Except for those important places, Santeng is one of them. No one can enter without his permission. Santeng looked at the visitor and felt a little familiar.
He asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"
The man walked forward quietly, walked to him and whispered in his ear. Sang Teng's expression suddenly changed.
After half the payment, he murmured: "I should have thought of it earlier."
"Have you guessed the situation?"
The man asked the original question again. He naturally had his own means to get here. Over the years, he was just an authentic businessman. Although in a place of faith like Plateau Province, businessmen cannot do whatever they want in other places.
, but after all, money can make all the difference.
Sang Teng issued a batch of tokens to some people. Could it be that they had great public morals or were key political figures. His move also promoted the prosperity of the entire Potala Palace, and in a short period of time, the White Horse Temple was completely destroyed.
The popularity sucked, and the two sides that were originally equally divided became completely one-sided. This time only lasted less than a month.
Half of it was because it was Sang Teng who attracted everyone at White Horse Temple after Zhe Yang withdrew, and the other half was because of his tricks.
His advanced cultivation combined with some market methods made him invincible among the masters in Plateau Province. Maybe his cultivation was not the highest, but he must be the one with the greatest reputation and the ability to unite the faithful.
Even the top leaders of Plateau Province have personally stated that he is the real master, which shows Sang Teng's status in their hearts.
And after struggling for these years, the only thing this man is not afraid of is the relationship between these interests. He can always use some means to find those people, obtain those tokens, and then enter here.
Regarding this point, he casually shook the jade pendant in his hand, and Sang Teng understood clearly.
Sang Teng nodded, his face a little sad and said: "I should have noticed it a few months ago, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time."
"Have you convinced yourself of this reason?" The man looked at him with a mocking look, not caring about the master in everyone's eyes. For him, there were many people worthy of respect.
, he respects even those at the bottom of society who are trying their best to survive there. He will also take the initiative to provide them with a lot of help and win the respect of many people. But among so many people, he is the only one who does not include the Sang in front of him.
Teng, so much so that his ridicule was very obvious and he didn't even bother to hide his usual emotions. If this scene were to be known to those who had communicated with him before, they would definitely be shocked.
What kind of hatred do the two people have that makes him, who has always been gentle and gentle, like this?
Sang Teng didn't care at all about his attitude. If the man told him who he was, there would be nothing strange about him. Ever since he made that decision, he had no desire to be forgiven by others. Plateau Province didn't like him.
There are too many people, and if he cares about them all, his life will be very tiring.
After so many years, he has long been accustomed to the attitude of not caring about others.
"From beginning to end, I know what I am doing, and my goal will not change, no matter what happens."
The man obviously didn't think that he could use this to make Sang Teng change. If he could, he wouldn't be the legendary master anymore. It's just that he had hidden a lot of emotions for many years, and it felt very uncomfortable not to vent them out.
But for him, this moment of losing control of his emotions was enough. In an instant, he returned to his gentle and elegant appearance, just like other people he saw on a daily basis. No one could guess what he was thinking, and chuckled softly.
He shouted: "If one day you really do something that is outrageous to both humans and gods, then I will drag you to be buried with you at all costs."
After saying that, the man quietly left, as if he had never been here.
Sang Teng looked at his leaving figure with a gloomy look on his face. After half a meal, he lowered his guard and looked lonely.
This man who suddenly appeared was destined to attract the attention of many people.
Just when Ye Yizhe was about to go out, the man who appeared in the Potala Palace, the man who left Sang Teng speechless, appeared in front of him, stood at the door, and met his eyes as he was about to go out.
"Master Zheyang is not here, are you?"
He did not think that this person came to find him. He knew that there were many people living in the mountains. At the beginning, many people from the town would come and bring many specialties from home. In their minds,
Zhe Yang has always been a respectable figure. Even though he left the White Horse Temple, he is still a living Buddha in their hearts.
After about a year, the number of people coming to the mountain began to decrease. The master’s character meant that he would slowly persuade them to leave, so for many years no one came to disturb him, let alone someone he didn’t know at all.
people.
He looks like a successful man, and he has obviously worked hard in the mall for many years. Such a person must be looking for a master when he comes here.
An idea suddenly popped up in Ye Yizhe's mind.
"I know he's not here, it's okay if you are here."
The man looked at him with a smile. He felt that this smile was very similar to that of his master. He felt good about it and invited him in to sit down and said, "What's the matter? I didn't know you were?"
"I'm just a child who has no home to return to. Xianyun Yehe is not worth mentioning. I just came to see how amazing you will be as a disciple who is so valued by Master Zheyang. There is no other reason."
Although Ye Yizhe sounded strange, he didn't know why he believed this man. Maybe it was because of the familiarity, maybe because he looked really friendly to him. During this period, he had been troubled by various things.
There was a bit of anxiety. This was one of the reasons why he often went to his master. He could always calm down and think about things calmly when he was around him. The man in front of him, who looked about fifty years old, also gave him that feeling.
It's very peaceful and makes people feel at ease.
This must be a very happy old man.
The family must be very happy.
Or the mentality must be very good.
Otherwise it would be impossible to show such an expression.
"Sir, you are ridiculous. You must know the master?"
Ye Yizhe said tentatively. He didn't really believe what he said. He was just trying to find himself. Anyone would have the same idea as him. He found this place very familiar. Looking at this room, he still had a feeling.
A little bit of nostalgic feeling.
He has been here before!
Keeping this conclusion in mind, he stared at this man intently, trying to see something from him.
The man chuckled and still didn't answer. He just looked here and there in the room, and then looked back at Ye Yizhe: "You are very good, much better than I thought. He has you as his disciple. In fact, he is
blessing."
Ye Yizhe was about to deny it when he saw it. He stretched out his hand to stop his words: "Don't deny it in a hurry. This is his blessing, but you are also not suitable to be his disciple. If the world knows, Living Buddha Zhe
Yang's favorite disciple actually doesn't believe in Buddhism at all. How funny do you think that is?"
As he spoke, he started laughing, the louder and louder he laughed, and by the end he had a lot of miserable feelings.
Ye Yizhe was shocked.
This is also the reason why he has always thought that he is not a good disciple, but even as a master, he has not shown this point. He has read many Buddhist scriptures since he was a child, and the knowledge in his head is not much less than those of the so-called masters, but
Even so, he still doesn't believe in Buddhism, not at all.
The so-called gods and Buddhas are just deceiving the world and stealing their reputation.
How could he not be surprised that this thought hidden in his heart was actually seen by the person in front of him who had never seen him before?
As he said, once word spreads, I'm afraid he will be under much more pressure than he was before.
When he thought of this, Ye Yizhe stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes. His voice was trembling and his words could not be coherent. He pointed at him and said: "You... you are..."
The man nodded with a smile, turned around and left the room. The voice came over: "I went there to see him. I haven't seen him in many years."
Ye Yizhe looked at his leaving figure and murmured: "It turned out to be him."
Except for Ye Yizhe, no one could guess where this man was going, because his next stop was definitely the White Horse Temple, where Zhe Yang and Kang Zhuo were.
In one day, he came here from the Potala Palace. He was tired after walking for a day, but looking at this familiar place, he still smiled happily. He smiled happily, as if the fatigue of the day had disappeared.
Average.
The door of White Horse Temple opened quietly.
Only Zheyang was sitting in the central yang, while Mr. Lin and Kang Zhuo went to prepare other things.
The man looked at Zhe Yang, walked towards him, came to him, knelt down without any hesitation, and then kowtowed loudly three times before Zhe Yang helped him up.
"You shouldn't have come back at this time." Zhe Yang opened his mouth and said.
"I know, but I have to come back." The man nodded.
"Is everything ready?"
"Well, it doesn't make any difference whether I'm here or not."
"Do you blame me?" Zhe Yang continued without waiting for his answer, "You should blame me."
"I didn't blame her when she died. How could I blame her now? I generally know Ye Zi's behavior over the years. It is inevitable for Sang Teng to do what he did. He just did it for his faith."
"I didn't blame him."
"God-given!" Kang Zhuo's voice rang from the side. The man turned around. Even though he was calm, his eyes were still a little moist at this moment. He looked at her and murmured a title and kept repeating it,
It's as if I want to make up for everything I've lost over the years.