The richest man Yang Fei

Li Juan said: "This is not a question of belief or not, it is a question of psychological comfort for the living. There are so many people living and working in the building, it is better during the day, but at night? Will those who work overtime have a shadow in their hearts? Not everyone's guts are without fear!"

Knowing that what she said was reasonable, Yang Fei said, "Then you can figure it out!"

Li Juan said: "Go to Baiyun Temple and invite some masters to come down the mountain to perform deeds?"

Yang Fei said: "Yes."

Speaking of Baiyun Temple, Yang Fei suddenly missed the cleanness and inaction on it, and said: "I want to go to Baiyun Temple, do you want to go together?"

Li Juan said: "The company has a lot of things recently. It has acquired Blue Sky Technology and needs to be reorganized and merged... Yang Fei, do you feel guilty about Zhang Wendi's death?"

Yang Fei said: "No, I'm just suddenly a little tired. Recently, I had a battle with Zhang Wendi, and I was highly concentrated. Now I suddenly relax and feel a little tired."

Li Juan took his hand and said with a smile: "Then you go to the mountain to rest for a while, I'm watching over the company."

Yang Fei smiled back.

In the afternoon of that day, Yang Fei took Mouse alone and went out of the city and up the mountain.

Strange to say, Baiyun Temple is not far from the city, but the climate is completely different.

The sky in the urban area is gray, but the sky at Baiyun Temple is clear.

Although there is also fog on the mountain, the fog is fresh. Take a deep breath, and you can smell the aroma of vegetation.

After discussing with the temple master, Yang Fei invited a team of more than a dozen mages to go down the mountain to the mansion to perform rituals.

Li Juan has informed all the departments that no overtime work will be done tonight, and everyone must leave the building except the security guards.

Yang Fei didn't care about what happened down the mountain.

This night, he stayed on the mountain.

After dinner, Yang Fei took a stroll in the temple, watching the clouds in the sky and the leaves falling slowly.

Suddenly, a sound of Dao came to Yang Fei's ears.

He listened carefully and heard the voice recite:

"If you don't lose money in food and clothing, you can rest easy. Life is like a mayfly. Shi Chong has not enjoyed a thousand years of wealth, and Han Xinkong has become a ten-face plan. The flowers fall in three springs with hatred, and the chrysanthemums bloom in September. The wild goose is full of sorrow. There is so much leisure in the mountains and forests, why bother to be honored Wan Huhou?"

When Yang Fei heard this, his heart trembled, as if a stone stick hit Zhonghai.

He looked around, looking for the sound.

Under an ancient pine tree and on a stone plate, sat an old Taoist priest with a green wooden crutch beside him. The old Taoist had long hair and beard, wore a loose black robe, and had a thin figure. It looks even thinner inside.

Yang Fei was slightly surprised, and stepped forward to salute.

"Dare to ask, what did you recite just now, is it a poem?"

The old man's face was extremely thin, as if only skin covered bones, with vertical and horizontal wrinkles, his eyes were the size of mung beans, but piercing.

He stroked his beard and chuckled, "Mo Chou Poetry."

Yang Fei said: "Who did it?"

"Changchun Daoist Qiu Chuji." The old Taoist smiled slightly, "Where did the benefactor come from?"

Yang Fei said: "Come from the bottom of the mountain."

The old man shook his head: "No."

Yang Fei was stunned, and said: "My name is Yang Fei, and I am from the southern province. I have some connections with the temple master, so I am staying here. May I ask you, are you from the Baiyun Temple?"

The old Taoist picked up the wooden stick, suddenly tapped Yang Fei three times on the forehead, and said, "Have you really forgotten where you came from?"

Yang Fei was stunned.

The old Taoist got up with a stick and chanted:

"Life is like a mayfly, and in a blink of an eye black heads change into white heads.

How many years can there be in a hundred years?A bullshit for no reason.

Where was Chu Han now?In the past, Xiao Cao has retired.

If you have to drink when you drink, Qingshan will laugh and worry. "

I saw him lightly, turning around the path in front of him, and suddenly disappeared, leaving only Yang Fei stunned on the spot.

Chapter 2613

"Brother Yang Fei! What are you doing here?" Xiaoyu walked over and asked curiously.

Yang Fei came back to his senses and asked, "Just now I saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard, quite like a fairy."

"Hey, what you saw, could it be the old temple master?" Xiaoyu looked around in surprise, "Where did he go?"

"The old temple master? You mean, before the current temple master came here, the Baiyun Temple was presided over by that old Taoist?"

"That's right. That's the old Guanzhu."

"Is he a master of Taoism?"

"Of course! Brother Yang Fei, you are so blessed. Everyone says that he is an old fairy! Anyone who can see him is a lucky person!"

Yang Fei rubbed his head, thinking that the old man knocked on his head three times just now, and said that sentence again, what is the deep meaning?

"Have you really forgotten where you came from?"

These words echoed in Yang Fei's mind like Huang Zhong Da Lu's voice.

"Where do I come from?"

Yang Fei answered twice just now.

The first time he said that he came from the bottom of the mountain, this can be regarded as a slap in the face, because the old man lived on the mountain, and Yang Fei lived at the bottom of the mountain, so he said he came from the bottom of the mountain.

Yang Fei visited Jia Baoyu's way of answering Miaoyu's greeting card. Miaoyu claimed to be an insider, while Baoyu said he was an outsider.

However, the old Taoist listened and didn't think he got the answer right.

For the second time, Yang Fei gave a serious answer, saying what province and city he was from, and what his last name was.

However, the old Taoist still said that he gave the wrong answer!

Yang Fei was a little confused. According to the old way, where do I come from?