90,000 Years of Longevity

The gate of Soaring Cloud Temple was closed, but the pilgrims and tourists still gathered.

And the number was increasing.

It was just that the expression on everyone's face was not so pretty.

Some people looked gloomy.

Some people gnashed their teeth.

Some people were angry.

Moreover, the voice of discussion in this was also constantly.

"What does this mean? I came here to worship Buddha from the foot of the mountain, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, and then told me that the temple was closed and no pilgrims will be seen instead? What about delivering all living creatures from torment? Is this the attitude of the Buddha? "

A fierce-looking man who was only in his 20s or 30s roared fiercely, spitting out his saliva wildly.

"Yes... isn't it just because there are a few statues of Buddha here? They really take themselves seriously? What kind of play is this?"

In addition to these people who turned back to anger at every turn, there were also some people who were still calm. But they were extremely puzzled about what happened here just now, and they were also talking to their companions.

"What the hell was the Great Master doing? The Buddha statue collapsed, and someone publicly humiliated the Buddha, but he even invited that person in as a distinguished guest instead? I really saw a ghost today." An old believer gritted his teeth.

"Speaking of that young man, what kind of Buddhist Ancestor is that? I think they really are confused. There is such a young ancestor too? This Soaring Cloud Temple seems to want to smash its own signboard." A believer next to that added with a distressed look.

"Yeah, yeah, if that young man is really awesome, why not let us see his abilities? But they closed the temple doors directly instead? This is obviously a guilty conscience."

"More than a guilty conscience, I think. I think there is a shameful relationship behind that. That young man must be from a powerful background."

"Sure enough, there is an old saying that is right. Money travels all over the world, and it is difficult to move without money. Buddhism has also changed with the changes of the times and completely changed its nature. I used to admire the masters here, what a shame!"

"Buddha? Haha, it's ridiculous! We believe in Buddhism, but will Buddha see us? Maybe in the Buddha's heart, we are simply a group of fools, nothing more. When they are happy, they chant a few words, everyone is grateful. When they are upset, they thank you behind closed doors."

All kinds of curses also resounded one after another.

How long had it been?

Those devout believers... had begun to attack with vicious language and various speculations.

"After waiting so long, should we still continue to wait?"

"Of course we should. We are already here! We have to wait until the door opens."

"I'm going to wait too; I want to see what will happen in the end."

There were also some people who seemed to have a calm heart, and pretended to say such things calmly in their mouths, but when they spoke, their eyes show impatience instead.

At the same time, Tang Anhe was also among the crowd.

He stood near the front of the temple.

His complexion was as ugly as it was.

Thinking of what happened on the road before... thinking of the attitude of the Abbot just now, he felt an inexplicable hatred.

Today's protagonist was obviously him.

But the result? The result was he was locked out like this? How could he not be angry?

"Old Tang, didn't you say that there is a referral letter? Now you're not going to do anything? Just wait here like this?" Especially when Tang Anhe was angry inside, the companion continued to chat next to him.

Hearing this, Tang Anhe and his teeth clenched, and his expressions became even uglier, "What can I do? Others just thanked guests behind closed doors. After all, this is a quiet place in Buddhism. You can't make trouble, right?"

"Old Tang, you are too kind. Don't forget who you are! Now the people here don't give you face... well, if I were you, I would just kick the door! what the hell are those monks? They really took themselves too seriously!" That companion continued. Obviously, he did not have any good intentions, he was clearly and deliberately stimulating Tang Anhe.

By the way, when the two were talking, some people nearby also heard them.

"It's just closing the door… we can break in and push the door open... This temple usually collects our incense money, but they just closed the door like that as soon as they said it? We come from such a far place just have a closed-door? "

"Yes, yes, they didn't give us face, why can't we forcibly break in?"

"But, if you make trouble here, will you suffer any karma?"

"Shit karma... didn't the Buddha mean compassion? If it is true compassion, we can be forgiven for anything we commit."

"Smash the door."

"I agree to smash the door."

"Just break in..."

"Yeah, let's just break in. They won't let us in, but I just want to go in. I will see what they can do."

In a short time, dozens of people responded.

And Tang Anhe, who stood in front, was directly regarded as a leader by everyone. 

"Old Mister, we support you."

"Kick the door."

"Kick, you have to kick, if something goes wrong, we will take care of it together."

"Correct."

Tang Anhe was only slightly upset in his heart.

But after hearing these words, his anger grew more and more, and soon, anger rushed directly from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Then he gritted his teeth and stomped.

He took a step forward again, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pressed it down.

With this action fell, the scene became quiet in an instant. Everyone was waiting for him to continue talking.

In this situation, Tang Anhe felt a lot of satisfaction in his heart while he was angry, feeling like he was really the protagonist.

Afterward, he cleared his throat.

His voice also became thick and vigorous.

"Yes, everyone is right! It is the Buddha who looks down on us... We have worked so hard to come here, but they closed the door for an inexplicable young man, they didn't even think about us!"

"If others respect me, I will respect others too. But we do this because they didn't give us face."

"Do you have any opinions about breaking the doors?"

Tang Anhe became more and more interested as he spoke.

Speaking of the last question, his angry face faintly began to show some excitement and expectation.

"I agree."

"I agree too."

"I support."

Outside the temple, those pilgrims and tourists supported Tang Anhe's opinion one after another.

"This is the real Old Tang! With your background, you don't have to be afraid of them." The companion continued to add fuel and jealousy.

Being touted by so many people, Tang Anhe's smile grew stronger. His courage also expanded several times.

"Look at me!"

After dropping this sentence, he immediately stepped forward, shaking his arm, and walked in the direction of the gate of Soaring Cloud Temple.

The wooden door looked ancient.

But it was full of grandeur and domineering. 

When Tang Anhe stood here, he hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end, his anger defeated reason.

Boom!

He directly used his entire body and slammed into the wooden door.

A muffled bang resounded.

The originally strong door was knocked open by him just like this…