90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 241: Request

Soaring Cloud Temple, outside the gate.

When Tang Jingming opened the tent and slowly walked out of it, the people outside finally became quieter.

At this moment, Tang Jingming had many white disinfectant cloths on his face as his eyes were red.

At first glance, it looked a little downright.

But when he appeared, the invisible air of a superior that had been high on his body continued to release.

"All right!" He said slightly, not loudly.

"Mr. Tang, it's dawn now, we have all waited all night, can we enter the temple now?" Someone shouted from behind.

"Yes! I waited from yesterday to now."

"I think Mr. Tang should help us go in together."

These people had fierce voices.

But when the sound of chanting became clearer and clearer, at this moment, Tang Jingming felt that he had more and more sentiment.

His aura of a noble remained the same, and his face was calm.

"Everyone, I am like everyone, waiting here! And I'm still injured at that." His voice was slightly cold, and his deep gaze swept over everyone one by one.

Then, he took a deep breath.

Tang Jingming's voice continued...

"Even, I am more anxious than everyone! Everyone knows who I am. In the past two days, I turned off all the itineraries and waited here... I had friendship with Master Yi Deng! Also, without this Soaring Cloud Temple, there would be no such a person as Tang Jingming too, but what's the use of doing this?" Tang Jingming's voice was a little hoarse when he said this.

But these words were absolutely all from his heart.

When he finished saying this, the originally angry believers and tourists gradually calmed down.

"The temple has the rules of the temple. Everyone comes here to pray for the Buddha and want to ask for peace! Or because they had a relationship with Master Yi Deng and heard that the Master passed away and wanted to see him one last time, but there is one thing that I still have to say! Worshiping Buddha is about piousness. Moreover, Master Yi Deng passed away. Most of the monks here are more helpless and sad than you. As far as I know, many monks here are all abandoned orphans. They were adopted by Master Yi Deng and raised since childhood!"

When Tang Jingming said this, his emotions were stirred a little.

In the temple, the sound of chanting continued.

Sometimes vigorous.

Sometimes faint. 

With those chanting sounds, when Tang Jingming finished speaking, those people at the scene finally began to calm down.

Creak!

And at this time.

There was a creak from the big wooden door of the temple.

Immediately after...

A bald-headed monk wearing a kasaya, carrying a big bag, slowly walked out of it.

After seeing the crowd outside, there was still no expression on the monk's face.

"Amitabha"

The monk took the first step.

After that, the second monk immediately followed.

When he walked in front of a visitor who was in front of him, he put his hands together and said softly.

Although he did not directly give way.

However, the tourist reacted very quickly and immediately retreated to the side.

One

Two

Twenty...

When the monks left, they were very fast.

In less than a minute, more than twenty monks left the monastery.

Because of the departure of these monks, the atmosphere in the scene was very quiet.

Even though these monks did not have any expressions on their faces, everyone here could feel a depressed mood and an unspeakable sadness spreading in the air endlessly.

Three minutes later.

In the temple, the sound of the chanting had completely stopped.

An elderly monk who looked a bit older than anyone else walked out of the temple staggeringly.

But

This monk did not leave immediately.

Instead, he walked to Tang Jingming.

"Amitabha... Donor Tang, from today, the temple will be handed over to you! Master Abbot has passed away; yesterday we have passed him over yesterday. But now, this poor monk can only ask for one thing." The elderly monk said respectfully and softly. 

After hearing this, Tang Jingming quickly bent over.

This night, he thought a lot...

The sentiment was also very much.

Even a figure like Master Yi Deng could pass away for a while.

People lived in this world, and what they pursued was nothing more than that.

But what Tang Jingming wanted was simpler, he only hoped that the Tang Family could be passed on safely.

"Master, please state your request, as long as we can do it, our Tang Family will go all out." Tang Jingming said reassuringly.

Next to him

Many Tang Family's descendants also appeared from the tent.

It was just that after they heard these words, all their eyes were very puzzled. They couldn't understand why the old man believed in the Buddha so much. With the current situation of the Tang Family, there was no need to lower his posture so low.

The tourists and believers around were even quieter.

They were mainly curious about what the monk would say.

"Donor Tang, we have put the body of the Master Abbot in the lobby. Originally, we wanted to shape a golden body and relic for him today, but the deadline has come. Due to the will of the Master Abbot, we must leave today! So it's too late to deal with many things... This poor monk wants to ask the donor to build a golden body for the Master Abbot and place it in the main hall of Soaring Cloud Temple to replace the previous Buddha position." The elderly monk said softly. 

After Tang Jingming listening to this, he didn't think much about it, "This is simple. I will definitely finish it."

"Thank you, Donor Tang. Amitabha, this poor monk is running out of time, now I have to leave..." The older monk bent over and said this, putting his hands together, and then he took a step forward, leaving this temple for real

Tang Jingming put his hands behind his back, looking at the monk's back.

The believers and tourists also turned around and watched quietly.

The Tang Family's direct descendants didn't any expressions between their eyebrows. It was entirely because of Tang Jingming that they were staying here.

Ten minutes later.

All the monks in the temple had left.

Tang Jingming stood at the door with careful eyes.

Huhu!

Shortly after that, a mountain wind blew.

Because it was early morning, the wind was so cold that many people wrapped their clothes tightly.

"Well, everyone! This temple, from today, is taken over by our Tang Family. Now open the temple door, everyone can go in and worship Master Yi Deng."

After a long time, Tang Jingming raised his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Mr. Tang!"

The bodyguards guarding the door answered in unison.

At the same time, two people walked out...

Creak!

All the doors of the temple were pushed open in one fell swoop.

In the lobby of Soaring Cloud Temple...

The golden Buddha was no longer there.

In the middle of the lobby, there was a dark red bedding.

Just when the door opened...

Everyone's eyes widened, and their eyes were full of fear.