90,000 Years of Longevity

In the umpteen years, Ye Bei had some friends and some confidants.

For example, he once traveled in the desert in the West, and he met a wise man who walked barefoot, experienced the sufferings of the world, experienced the cycle of life and death, and looked down on everything in this world.

When they met, Ye Bei was chatting with him on a whim and found that the man had unique thinking and profound knowledge. He was indeed a real great man, even Ye Bei had to recognize him. 

The man had a name: Siddhartha.

At the same time, he had another name that was eulogized by the world: Sakyamuni.

Over the years, Ye Bei had also encountered many brilliant opponents and enemies.

For example, in a certain period of time, there was a person he found interesting.

That person, in order to pursue the mystery of Ye Bei's longevity, he showed ingenious wisdom, created one war after another war, made tens of millions of people obey him, attacked the city, plundered the land, and established an immortal empire for a time that made people plunge into misery and suffering, and he wanted to use this to intimidate Ye Bei.

So later, Ye Bei had to make a move personally, letting him disappear with a single click.

Therefore, the death of that person had always been a mystery in history.

The man had a name called: Bonaparte.

Of course, he also had another name that had been passed down through the ages: Napoleon.

It's just that the length of the years was too long-lasting.

Ye Bei was like a small boat in the boundless and limitless river. The vastness lasted forever. The stunning opponents were dead, and those confidants also passed away. And the person who appeared in front of him was barely one, therefore, he could more or less resolve some loneliness. 

...

"Master, you are still the same as before. No matter your appearance or temperament, you have not changed in any way. Even every movement is exquisite and elegant to the extreme. No matter what era you are in, you are so out of place and detached from the world."

In the lobby, the big wooden door was open, and a man in a white robe walked out slowly while sighing in admiration.

"Unfortunately, you are different now." Ye Bei held his hand and stood in the courtyard, his white robe swaying with the wind. When he said this, even the air around him exuded inexplicable loneliness to a certain extent.

The man staggered, and his face was covered by the white cloth strips, only a pair of wise eyes were exposed. When he heard Ye Bei's words, his pupils shrank slightly, "It's not different. It's just that I know too many secrets and can look through the problems faster and more thoroughly than before."

"Yeah, when living too long, one will look down on everything." Ye Bei sighed.

The man was not very tall, his hair was gray, and he had a golden cane in his hand. The cane was carved with various exquisite characters, twisting and distorting, looking mystifying, "Yes, but there are some things that I still can't see through."

"You are still too young." Ye Bei whispered.

The man shook his head in disagreement, "I'm not young anymore, Master, I'm already five thousand years old. After I knew some of your secrets, I changed my path to walk. I destroyed countless lives with flesh and blood. Taking sin as the source, I sealed myself in the pyramid, my soul was immortal, but I was tormented like hell."

"Is it worth it?" Ye Bei looked sideways.

The man paused for a while. After that, he shook his head slightly, "Not worth it."

Ye Bei said nothing.

The man's voice continued, "The price I paid is too heavy."

"The worst thing is that you want to die but can't." Ye Bei said only then.

The man shuddered slightly. Before he knew it, he had already walked to Ye Bei and was less than two meters away. When he looked at Ye Bei's deep gaze, a trace of fear flashed in his wise eyes, but it was very quickly returned to normal, "Master, can I sit down?"

"If you want to sit, just sit. Why ask me?" Ye Bei replied casually.

Immediately, the two wooden chairs placed in the corridor in front of the curtain door slowly floated up and landed steadily on the left side of the courtyard. 

The vines that were once used as nests by ants also floated. When it stood up, the irregular rattan seemed to be controlled by some kind of magical force, automatically weaving and winding in the air, and finally turned into a very artistic table, falling between the two wooden chairs.

Upon seeing this, the man bowed respectfully to Ye Bei in a graceful gesture, "Thank you, Master, for your seat!"

After that, he turned around and took the lead to sit on one of the chairs, and the action went smoothly.

"Coming this time, what do you want to do?" Ye Bei still stood in the courtyard, indifferent. After the person sat down, he spoke softly.

"I want to confirm one thing and wait for an answer." When the man heard Ye Bei's words, his eyes slowly became hot, but there was a lot of madness in his voice.

"Longevity is too difficult. Even Gods and Buddhas can't resist time. Even Hades, who is in charge of life and death, does not know when he will fade away." Ye Bei was not surprised, after listening, just shook his head gently.

The man didn't believe it, his eyes fixed on Ye Bei, "Master, at least, you did it!"

"Yes, but I'm looking for it too." Ye Bei replied calmly, then he turned and walked slowly in the direction of another empty wooden chair.

The man shook his head repeatedly, "You always say that every time."

Ye Bei whispered, "Because of it, I left Kunlun Mountain, broke the earthen jar, took out the wooden figures, destroyed the Wu Family, and came here."

"Master, I don't believe it." The man's voice became a little bit cold.

Ye Bei still did not have any reaction, "I know the past and the future, so believing it or not is up to you."

Pa!

After hearing this, the man stretched out his hand and patted the rattan wooden table with a crisp sound. His emotions were stirred up and his voice was louder, "Master, you know the past and the future, then why would you not give me the true answer? You know that as long as I get that answer, I will definitely be loyal to you."

"Khufu." Ye Bei's voice was somewhat cold.

Hu!

Hearing this voice, the man finally calmed down, his hands calmly placed on the table, his voice low, "Master, for five thousand years, there is something that I have never figured it out!"

"Say." Ye Bei said.

"You knew that this day would come, but why did you still choose to accept me in the first place?" His tone was full of doubts.

"It is because of knowing that I accepted it." In this world, the things that he was unable to see through were only the mystery of longevity and the reincarnation of that girl. The reason why he once accepted Khufu was only because it was foreseen that Khufu would become a key for him to find the answer.

After listening, Khufu was silent as if thinking of something.

Another hour passed.

Only then did Khufu speak, but his eyes had already grown older, "Master, if it's possible, I would like to cook for you."

"It's possible." Ye Bei did not refuse and nodded.

"Yeah." Khufu said softly, "Master, then I will go do it now."

Having said that, he stood up. Then he moved his hand on the golden cane and moved in the direction of the ancient yard's kitchen.

But at the same time, a piece of information was passed through the golden cane, spanning countless kilometers, and passed to that mysterious, rich, and long-standing, yet a lost country.

Ye Bei who sat on the wooden chair did not have the slightest wave in his eyes.