90,000 Years of Longevity

On the street, the crowd was reluctant to disperse for a long time.

Tang Jingming's answer not only failed to solve the doubts of those people...

Instead, it made everyone more confused.

"A person who can meet the Master Wood Spirit? A person who can make the Buddha kneel?"

Many people were thinking about what these two sentences meant.

Tang Anhe, Tang Nan knew very well.

Their lips were constantly shaking. But at this time, the two of them dared not talk nonsense.

Just when the atmosphere at the scene became weirder and weirder...

Tang Jingming's deep gaze swept over everyone unceremoniously.

"You heard what the gentleman said just now, right? No one is allowed to disclose what happened here today. If anyone dares to say it, it is equivalent to offending our Tang Family. In addition, in order to ensure that this matter is not leaked, all your mobile phones and communication equipment are to be handed over." 

After saying this, Tang Jingming didn't care whether those people were willing or not, and instead commanded the bodyguards of the Tang Family with a murderous voice, "You, start right away... if anyone leaks it, deal with it quickly. If there is any accident, then go to death!"

Originally, there were a few tough fellows in the crowd. When they heard the first half of Tang Jingming's words, they wanted to jump out and ask him what power he had to seize their properties like this... But when they heard the second half, they shut up immediately like a mute chicken.

At this time, it was better not to touch the Tang Family's brows.

Time went by quickly.

Within half an hour...

All the bodyguards of the Tang family, and even the direct descendants, were dispatched personally.

All irrelevant passers-by, believers, no matter what their origins, were forced to take out their mobile phones.

Of course…

The Tang Family still had some sense of measure.

After taking away the mobile phones, almost everyone was paid nearly five times the original price of their phones.

Moreover, every time a person's mobile phone was taken away, that person could leave.

"Patriarch, everyone's phones have been collected. A small number of people have taken photos and uploaded them, but we can just claim that it is fake news at that time. And these people won't dare to spread it out."

A descendant of the Tang Family, after collecting the last person's phone, hurried to the side of Tang Jingming with a respectful voice.

When talking, those eyes kept looking at Tang Jingming, full of worries.

"Very good!" Tang Jingming glanced at that descendant, and then said, "That gentleman is not going down the mountain very fast. After about an hour, he will reach the foot of the mountain. You also heard what the gentleman said just now, right? Don't disturb anyone, besides, call and inform to find someone to arrange a place for him immediately. Remember, be quiet."

"Ancestor, but... just now, he didn't say how to connect with him, and there is no contact information too. Even if we find a place for him, how can we give it to him?" The direct descendant's voice was very low.

"Huh?" Tang Jingming was taken aback after listening.

It had to be said that this descendant made a lot of sense. 

However, Tang Jingming only thought for a moment, then the scene when he first saw Master Wood Spirit appeared in his mind. Those eyes immediately sharpened, "Let someone arrange it! Now that the gentleman has ordered, he will definitely have a way to find the place for himself."

"Yes, Patriarch." The descendant was very puzzled, but he still spoke quickly and stepped back.

After that guy retired, Tang Anhe stepped forward, lowering his head, not daring to look at Tang Jingming at all.

His voice trembled slightly, "Patriarch, then, what shall we do now? Should we go straight back to the villa?"

"Continue up the mountain."

Tang Jingming's voice was very cold. If it weren't for the two idiots, Tang Anhe and Tang Nan, how could this happen?

"But Patriarch, you still have injuries on your face." Tang Anhe had mixed feelings in his heart, his voice was like a mosquito.

Tang Jingming swept across him coldly, "It's just a small injury. When I was young, I had been much more serious than this. What is there to worry about?"

"Patriarch, I have something to say!" Tang Nan couldn't help but said.

"What is it?"

"Just now because of that person, it caused a rear-end collision. Later, when these cars were evading, all of them were seriously damaged. If we continue to drive forward, accidents are easy to happen. In addition, if we continue to move forward, it will not be safe since it is a mountain road." Tang Nan's voice was very small.

But before he finished speaking, Tang Jingming interrupted him.

"Then walk over!" The voice was beyond doubt, with a terrible majesty.

Tang Nan opened his mouth but didn't know what to say next, so he could only stay silent.

"Everyone goes up the mountain with me. If you can't even bear this bit of hardship, how can you be considered a member of our Tang Family? What's more, we're also a literary family, so how can we be scholars if we can't bear this?" Tang Jingming snorted, and then stepped forward. 

"Keep up."

"Speed up!"

"Hurry up!"

Those people behind had also accelerated.

Passing through this asphalted street, they reached the stone road.

There were many people in the Tang Family.

When they were walking together, the formation looked terrifying. Some travelers who didn't know the truth quickly stepped aside.

...

Another hour passed.

Tang Jingming was the first to walk to the gate of Soaring Cloud Temple.

At this moment, many tourists and pilgrims gathered in front of the temple gate. When Tang Jingming brought people over, these people seemed to have not seen them, and they were still shouting loudly and talking.

At the same time, there was a strange feeling floating in the air here.

Dead!

It seemed to be a bit sad.

Tang Jingming stood behind, staring blankly. For a while, he didn't know what to do.

But the sound of breaking into the ear kept on.

"Soaring Cloud Temple can't be closed. If it is closed, what should we believers do?" A believer almost couldn't keep his tear.

Puff!

Some people even knelt directly on the ground, their eyes flushed with redness.

"Soaring Cloud Temple has existed for hundreds of years. Our ancestors have come here for generations to pray for incense and blessings. At the beginning, I was able to live safely with the guidance of the Abbot. Though Master Abbot has passed away today, the temple door should always be opened. Let's go and worship!" It was the villagers living under the mountain who said this.

"Yes, even if the temple no longer exists in reality, it will always exist in our hearts. Let's go and worship."

Someone answered immediately.

In front of these people, there were several monks standing.

They put their hands together, all blocking the entrance of the temple. Similarly, the expressions of each of them were not every stable.

The death of the Abbot was also a great blow to these believers. More importantly, after tomorrow, all monks in the temple would go down the mountain, leaving this temple forever.