90,000 Years of Longevity

Relics, in current Buddhism, actually had a definition.

After the eminent monks passed away, the hair, bones, and ashes left by them became relics.

After the spark, the resulting crystals were called relics or solid seeds.

As the times changed, high-tech methods were emerging one after another. Buddhism's perception of relics had also changed greatly.

Some people believed that relics were only material elements and had no spiritual elements. The main reason why believers respected relics was that they hesitated to gather the merits, compassion, and wisdom of the great monks in his lifetime.

But this perception was not accurate.

What was the meaning of relics? The higher status of a monk, the more he understood it.

For example, Master Yi Deng.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable, this relic is so pure, after fading the black on the surface, it looks like crystal silver and antimony, and the silver-white glows with light blues, like ice crystal jade bone!" The shock in his mind all portrayed out via his speech.

Zi, zi!

When talking, the relic lying in Ye Bei's hand constantly emitted soft light.

The light was still changing.

It was silvery white for a while.

It was light blue for a while. 

It was golden again for a while.

It was amazing to the extreme.

In addition, when this light appeared, the entire meeting room, and even the entire Soaring Cloud Temple, had extremely terrible changes.

At the gate of Soaring Cloud Temple.

Boom!

As the wooden door was knocked open, Tang Anhe was about to break in. 

But the believers behind him all stopped.

"Look at the sky, God, what is going on?" Someone exclaimed without delay.

Then, more people looked over.

"Magic Cloud, this is the Magic Cloud! Could it be that the Buddha is going to manifest his spirit?" There were also believers who shouted with fanatical expressions.

In their sights, they saw that the entire Soaring Cloud Temple was covered by Magic Clouds in an instant.

Those Magic Clouds were white at first.

But within a few seconds, it became fiery red and looked extremely spectacular.

"Namo Amitabha..."

And just as these people were shocked, took out their mobile phones, took pictures at the Magic Clouds, or knelt down on the spot, praying for blessings, there was a burst of vigorous chanting in the temple.

The voice was majestic.

It seemed that millions of believers were moaning, reverberating throughout Leshan.

"Could it be that the true Buddha appeared today? Is it because I offended this temple?"

When Tang Anhe, who just smashed the door open, saw these abnormal changes, his face instantly turned pale, his teeth were trembling frantically, and his body was even more unstable. 

...

Soaring Cloud Temple, in the living room.

Ye Bei was still sitting at a table in peace.

His eyes were dim. He was extremely calm.

On the contrary, all the monks on the scene were different.

"True Buddha Relic, this is a true Buddha Relic!"

Master Yi Deng's mouth grew big. If there were some dignitaries who had begged to see him here, they would definitely be astonished.

Master Yi Deng, an eminent monk of Buddhism, became like a layman instead.

Since even Master Yi Deng was like this, the other monks were naturally even worse.

"Amitabha Buddha, people shouldn't be judged by their appearances. It seems that we arbitrarily judge the position of the Ancestor with a thief!" 

The young monks who had been questioning Ye Bei before, all looked dull and shocked by the sight before them. When they spoke, their voices were so low and hoarse.

"The vision is coming; the sounds of the Buddha are everywhere. Everyone, this is a great fortune! Why not meditate, chant Buddhist scriptures, and practice?" Among the older monks, a monk suggested.

However, as his sound fell, no one moved at all. 

They all stared at the relic in Ye Bei's hand with their eyes widened. They didn't want to be distracted at all.

Time passed quickly.

After about three seconds, Ye Bei's unfolded palm slowly retracted.

When this action was completed.

In the living room, the vigorous chanting of Buddhist scriptures came to an end.

All the visions disappeared instantly.

The entire living room became extremely silent at this time.

Before everyone reacted, Ye Bei stood up.

He stepped forward, with appearance untouched by the world, and walked leisurely towards the door of the living room like a celestial.

"Ancestor!"

Upon seeing this, Master Yi Deng hurriedly got up from the ground, followed behind Ye Bei, and shouted in a low voice.

"Ancestor... can you take out the relic and let us take a look?"

"Yes, can we still have the vision just now?"

"Amitabha, Ancestor, before, we misunderstood you."

In the living room, the other monks also reacted quickly. When they saw Ye Bei stepping forward, they spoke one by one, but no one dared to come forward to stop him.

Ye Bei ignored them and looked uncaring.

As for Yi Deng, his voice trembled, and shouted, "Ancestor, Yi Deng knows the road to Lingshan Temple. Yi Deng will take you over..."

Ye Bei remained silent.

Nowhere in this world could stop him from passing.

Others needed to be led, but he – Ye Bei, didn't actually need it.

However, Master Yi Deng had watched this relic for him for many years, although he had just used some tricks to let some monks tell the truth, and knew that Yi Deng once also hit the wooden box, but the previous promise to bring Yi Deng to Lingshan Temple should be fulfilled.

"I know the location." Therefore, after hearing the sound of Yi Deng, Ye Bei said faintly, "You just need to follow me."

"Yes, Ancestor!"

Although he couldn't understand it, his eyes lit up, and answered respectfully.

Ye Bei's pace continued.

In a blink of an eye, he walked to the door of the living room. 

The door was ajar at the moment.

Creak!

When Ye Bei came, the wooden door creaked and opened automatically.

"Huh... where is this?"

"The scenery outside is a bit wrong..."

"Outside this living room is obviously a yard. Why is it a barren mountain now?"

Many monks looked out the door with a dazed expression.

"Ancestor..."

"Wait for me!"

"Ancestor, I still have doubts!"

But soon, when they saw Ye Bei walking towards the door, some monks reacted quickly and shouted.

Ye Bei raised his foot and stepped in.

Master Yi Deng kept up. 

When these two people disappeared outside the wooden door, Ye Bei's indifferent voice floated out again, "It's not the Buddha that all living beings worship. It's just their own nature... When the Buddha sees me, he must kneel down! Because in the heart of the Buddha, he is not as good as me."

This voice reverberated directly in the mind of every monk.

Behind, those monks still tried to keep up.

But when they walked through the wooden door together, they found that Master Yi Deng and Ye Bei had long been gone.

What they saw was a courtyard.

At this time, the atmosphere at the scene... gradually solidified.