90,000 Years of Longevity

"Amitabha, benefactors, before the Abbot passed away, he had already confessed. From that moment on, Soaring Cloud Temple is gone... and the temple gate will be permanently closed! Naturally, no one is allowed to enter."

An elderly monk stepped forward and said with a sad voice but a polite tone.

"Don't tell me this. Now, Master Abbot is already dead... what use is there to tell me the rules? Let us worship him, this is the last wish of all us believers, you have no right to stop us."

"Yes!"

"Monks pay attention to compassion, can you do that?"

"If you don't let go, don't blame us for being rude. Don't think we really dare not push hard and dare not attack you monks."

Outside the temple, the atmosphere was getting worse.

It seemed to fight at any time.

Upon seeing this, Tang Jingming, who was standing behind, wiped the dry blood on his face with his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please calm down. The passing away of Master Yi Deng makes the monks in the temple very sad. Yes, at this time, we should discuss an appropriate method."

His voice was not loud but it was extraordinarily strong. 

Everyone at the scene could hear it.

"Who are you?..." A young man turned his head and cursed angrily.

However, when his gaze was placed on Tang Jingming, all the following words were swallowed back.

Then the muscles of the corners of his mouth twitched.

After a while, he calmed down a bit.

"You, you are Tang Jingming of the Tang Family, the head of the Tang Family?" His voice trembled.

As his words fell off, the scene finally recovered quickly...

And Tang Jingming did not hesitate.

After seeing everyone calm down, he stepped forward and decisively walked towards the temple.

Upon seeing this, the crowd immediately gave way to a passage.

"Masters! I am the Patriarch of the Tang Family, Tang Jingming... and your Abbot's good friend. I heard that Master Yi Deng had an accident, so I immediately rushed from the foot of the mountain. I was a little rushed along the way, which caused me to suffer a little injury. Can I go in and see him now?"

Before and after the gate of Soaring Cloud Temple, Tang Jingming spoke very politely.

Although he said so, his shrewd eyes were inspecting constantly in the surrounding area. 

In the end, his eyes were gathered inside the temple gate ajar.

In Soaring Cloud Hall...

The golden Buddha directly opposite was gone.

On the ground, there was also a recessed pit.

If Tang Jingming was correct...

That pit was what the Buddha left when he knelt to Ye Bei.

Hiss!

When he saw this, Tang Jingming sucked in his mouth, and he became more and more thankful that when he met Ye Bei just now, he decisively acknowledged it, otherwise, he would really have a big trouble.

In front of the door, after hearing Tang Jingming's words, the monks glanced at each other.

They naturally knew Tang Jingming.

"Amitabha, Donor Tang... if the Abbot knows that you are here, he will be very happy, but I'm really sorry, the temple was closed the moment the Abbot passed away, and there will be no lingering from now on. No one is allowed to enter the Soaring Cloud Temple, and after handling the master's golden body, we will all evacuate tomorrow."

A monk stood up and folded his hands together. This was a tactful rejection.

"This…"

"They don't even give the Tang Family's face?"

"What's the reason for this?"

"It seems that today's affairs are really big."

Near that, the pilgrims and tourists were stunned.

They thought that if Tang Jingming came over, these monks would be more or less relaxed... but the final result was still the same.

"Hey, what do you mean? With Mr. Tang's identity, what's there to be annoyed about just to let him see the body of Abbot Yi Deng."

Behind Tang Jingming, a Tang Family's direct descendant couldn't help it at this moment and spoke coldly.

"Shut up!"

Only when his words fell, Tang Jingming snorted, and then looked at the monks, "Since the Master has the last word and is not allowed to enter, then today, I will not go in. But after tomorrow, after all of you leave here, who will take care of this Soaring Cloud Temple?"

"This…"

The monk who had just spoken paused, he really hadn't thought about this question.

"When you leave... no one is watching here anymore, that is to say, by then, anyone can enter, right?" Tang Jingming continued to ask, those eyes were extremely deep.

The monks were silent.

After a long time, a monk stood up.

"Donor, you are right! Soaring Cloud Temple no longer exists. Tomorrow, I will wait for all of them to go down the mountain, and this will become a land of no owner. Naturally, anyone can enter... However, I know the identity and status of the donor, so I want to request you to help us with something."

"Say!" Tang Jingming uttered a word.

The monk's voice was very polite, "This temple has existed for hundreds of years. Many of us grew up here, and we have some feelings. If we leave, I'm afraid it will be dusted here, and we will need Donor's help! Since we will never come back again."

"No problem." Tang Jingming didn't think much about it, and he agreed in one fell swoop, "As long as our Tang Family is there, no one is allowed to do damage here. I will also arrange for some people to guard here regularly. I will also arrange people to clean up and recast the golden Buddha, so that the pilgrims and believers who come here can still pray for blessings."

"Then, thank you, Donor!" The monk put his hands together and bent over.

"It's nothing more than a little effort." Tang Jingming replied. When he said this, there was a constant flow of joy in his eyes.

Soaring Cloud Temple?

This was nothing at all!

However, if there was no Soaring Cloud Temple, people could never enter Lingshan Temple.

Now these monks gave Soaring Cloud Temple to him in one word, how could Tang Jingming be unhappy?

With that said, Tang Jingming turned around and said in a majestic voice to the bodyguards who followed, "Listen to me. No one is allowed to enter the Soaring Cloud Temple today. In addition, as soon as possible, gather people for me. Tomorrow, the Tang Family took over the temple!"

"Yes!"

The crowd of bodyguards answered in unison.

The pilgrims and tourists who gathered in front of the temple before, each with their mouths open, were still in a daze.

However, they did not wait for their response. The bodyguards of the Tang Family gathered in the direction of the temple gate instantly.

In just less than ten seconds, these people were lined up in a row, blocking the door.

These people were all professionally trained.

One by one, looking majestic and robust...

Those tourists and believers did not dare to raise any thoughts of trouble when they saw this.

And after Tang Jingming saw that everything was handled almost, he cleared his throat and glanced at the direct descendants of the Tang Family.

"Listen well, Master Yi Deng passed away. This is the saddest thing in Soaring Cloud Temple. Don't disturb today. Find some people to go down the mountain and prepare a tent. When the deadline is up tomorrow, follow me to worship Master Yi Deng." This voice took along a momentum that could not be refused.