90,000 Years of Longevity

In Lingshan Temple, the green trees were shaded and the air was slightly cool.

Occasionally, a few bird calls could be heard.

The environment here was extremely pleasant.

"Leshan is going to have something big?" However, after Yi Deng heard the conversation between Ye Bei and Mu Ling, his pupils shrank, and he had a bad feeling inside.

"How did he... know?" The two middle-aged monks sitting in the lobby were also shocked. When they looked at Ye Bei, they were surprised.

Ye Bei ignored these people's reactions.

Wood Spirit standing on the threshold also didn't care. His eyes were all placed on Ye Bei.

"In this general trend of the world, I no longer take action. All changes have their own rules..." Ye Bei glanced at Mu Ling, his voice flat.

Time flew without one knowing.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Wood Spirit had not changed for many years.

But in Ye Bei's eyes, it was different.

Wood Spirit seemed to be the same, but the temperament on his body and the depth in his eyes were quietly changing.

Time was so ruthless.

Always unknowingly changed something.

After he heard Ye Bei's words, he said, "That's okay!" 

Wood Spirit's expression gradually became serious. He glanced at the two middle-aged monks in the lobby, then glanced at Yi Deng, and said softly, "I have something to talk with this gentleman. You guys should retreat for a while."

"Yes, Master Wood Spirit!" The two middle-aged men looked at each other, stood up, and said respectfully.

Then they quickly walked towards an inner door deep in the lobby.

Yi Deng was slightly stunned.

"Yes!" After seeing the two people leave, he quickly replied.

Then he retreated toward the gate of Lingshan Temple.

After a few seconds, in the inner courtyard, only Ye Bei and Wood Spirit were left.

"Sir! I have run out of time, just like Mr. Hua. I won't live long... In fact, I have been waiting for you all these years. It's a pity that I can't figure out when you will come again." Wood Spirit stepped forward, approaching Ye Bei, and whispered, "Except for Leshan, have you found the answer to everything else?" 

"There is no answer. Even the Red Dust Lady, in this life, has become blurred, the same and not the same at the same time." Ye Bei shook his head.

"Alas!" After hearing this, Wood Spirit sighed softly, "Many things, the more serious you are to look for, the more confusing you will become. We are also old acquaintances. In fact, Sir can let go of all causes and effects and drift along this 'river' without care."

"I tried, but that kind of life is boring and tight." Ye Bei thought for a while and replied.

Wood Spirit pondered for two seconds, and nodded in agreement, "Living too long is a kind of torment... So I do what I should do every day, I am no longer restricted to the form, nor to any rules. I eat what I want to eat, drink what I want to drink, do what I want to do, so that I can live comfortably."

"You reminded me of a sentence. The Buddha himself is a being of illusion. It is enough to have the Buddha in one's heart. The true Buddha naturally does not cling to the form..." Ye Bei said indifferently, "On the contrary, the more those monks pay more attention to rules and etiquette, the more difficult it is to prove the way of Buddhism. This is also the reason why there are fewer and fewer people with the True Buddha Nature over time."

"This remark is correct, but not many people understand." Wood Spirit smiled.

Ye Bei's voice at this moment became serious, "Talk about business."

"Good." Wood Spirit nodded again, "The Leshan incident is indeed related to the mystery of longevity. After the Great Buddha was built, it suppressed the torrents. On the surface, it benefited the people, but it was actually suppressing things."

"I have already probably predicted it." Ye Bei replied timely.

Wood Spirit walked to a place about two meters away from Ye Bei, flicked his robes, and then sat on the ground casually, with a little puzzled expression in his eyes, "Actually, there are no puzzles in this world that can bother you. If you want, just take it, if you want to know, just ask! Whether you go to Beijing to meet Mr. Hua or Li Qingfeng the Fortune-Teller, or go to Egypt to solve Khufu, actually, there is not so much trouble." 

Ye Bei bent the corner of his mouth, "You live as you like, but life like that is a lot less fun. When you live long enough, you will find that sometimes, deliberately doing something, creating some trouble, is also a kind of fun. It's like someone is playing chess with himself, it's like fighting each other. The person in question looks like a fool doing nonsense thing... but why not looking for a little bit fun in that loneliness and boredom?"

"Forget it, I don't know how to talk to you when it comes to this kind of thing! After all, Sir, this time's coming here, will you just discuss this with me? For the time being, let's assume that we were discussing Buddhism, because I think it made me feel something." Sitting on the ground, Wood Spirit stretched out his sleeves, seeming to feel that the weather was a bit hot, he fanned his head constantly.

"In addition to seeing the old friend, there is the question just now!" Ye Bei said calmly.

"There is meat on the table, do you want to eat it?" Wood Spirit slapped his sleeves for a while, still feeling hot. Sitting on the ground, as if not feeling well, he stood up again, then he turned his head and glanced at the meat on the lobby table, he swallowed his saliva a bit and then asked inexplicably. 

"Before I came, I had eaten."

"It must be Soaring Cloud Temple's buns again! What's so delicious about that kind of stuff? It's dry, astringent, and tasteless... every time you come over, you have already eaten!" Wood Spirit banged his cheeks, then, as he spoke, he raised his foot and walked towards the table in the lobby.

He took a chicken leg and took a bite. 

But he did not sit down.

Although he was not constrained by formality, Ye Bei was standing here, so he absolutely dared not show any disrespect.

"Some things are difficult to change once you get used to it. It's the same as this reincarnation." Ye Bei couldn't say anything but this.

Wood Spirit chewed the meat in his mouth, seeming to enjoy himself, "Speaking of reincarnation, Sir, I want to ask if something is going on! If I die, can I enter reincarnation? Will I live again?" 

"If you put it in the past, it's no problem. But it's hard to say now... The age of mythology ended 90,000 years ago." Ye Bei shook his head.

Wood Spirit shook his head, "You absolutely know about it, in the Pyramid, didn't you find the Bridge of Forgetfulness's bridge stone? It's just that you don't want to say it." 

"Perhaps." Ye Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice was still very indifferent, "Before I came here, I took the ancient Buddha relic. It has been kept in Soaring Cloud Temple all along. Do you want it?"

Relic?

When Wood Spirit heard this, he was planning to continue chewing the chicken leg.

But when he put it to his mouth, all the movements stopped. 

He knew the meaning of that relic... but his heart was very complicated.

The air fell into a brief silence.

More than ten seconds passed.

And within these ten seconds, the appearance of Wood Spirit sitting in front of the wooden table began to undergo tremendous changes. 

His appearance became old at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His short black hair grew fast, and in the blink of an eye, those hairs became long and turned white.

The muscles on his face quickly wilted, his eye sockets collapsed.

In the blink of an eye, he became an old man...