The richest man Yang Fei

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"Xiaoyu, where does the old temple master live?" Yang Fei asked.

"Well, it's hard to say."

"It's hard to say? What do you mean?"

"He is an old fairy, he has no fixed place!"

Yang Fei was startled, and walked towards the direction where the old Taoist disappeared.

Xiaoyu followed behind: "Brother Yang Fei, where are you going?"

Yang Fei quickened his pace, and while looking for it, he shouted: "Old Guanzhu? Old Guanzhu!"

In the mountains at night, there is a mass of darkness, half a moon hangs in the sky, and a faint radiance fills the world.

Yang Fei searched for a while, and saw a light like a bean in front of him, so he walked in that direction.

When I got close, I saw by the moonlight that it was a simple thatched hut.

Yang Fei stepped forward, knocked on the door, and called out respectfully: "Old Guanzhu? Junior Yang Fei, please see me."

An old answer came from inside: "Come in!"

Yang Fei gently pushed the door, and the door opened in response.

There was no electricity inside, only an oil lamp was lit.

There is nothing in the room except a bed, a chair, and a table.

Lao Dao sat cross-legged on the bed, lowering his eyes slightly.

"Benefactor, please sit down."

"Thank you, old Guanzhu!" Yang Fei bowed and sat down on the chair.

Xiaoyu followed in and yelled crisply: "Hello, old Guanzhu! So you live here! We have been looking for you!"

The old temple master smiled slightly: "A dying person, what else is there to look for?"

Xiaoyu said: "You are an old fairy! You will not die! You are going to become a fairy!"

The old temple master said: "Fairy? Hahaha! How can there be any gods in the world!"

Yang Fei coughed lightly: "Old Immortal, did you enlighten me just now? But I am really stupid and don't understand what you mean. Where did I come from?"

The old temple master looked at Yang Fei and did not answer his question, but slowly asked: "There seems to be depression between the benefactor's eyebrows, as if there is something incomprehensible?"

Yang Fei thought for a while and said, "Yes, someone jumped off the building today. Some thoughts came to my mind."

The old temple master said: "The dead person has something to do with you? Did you die because of you?"

"It has something to do with it. Although I didn't kill Boren, Boren died because of me."

"You got his stuff?"

"Really? Well, you can put it that way! But the world calls me a robber."

"grab?"

"Sometimes I also wonder, is it a mistake to rob the rich and give to the poor?"

The old temple master was silent for a while, and said: "There are people who steal and become rich, but the rich may not steal; there are people who are honest but poor, and the poor may not be honest."

Yang Fei said: "Old Immortal, what do you mean, what I did was not out of line?"

The old master said: "Being out of the box is also called outstanding, and it is also called out of the norm. What is a style? Who decides the style? Why not go out of the secular style?"

Yang Fei's eyes lit up, and he felt enlightened.

"Old Immortal, you asked me where I came from before, may I ask where I came from?"

"Where do you come from? Shouldn't you ask yourself?"

"I, I seem to be confused."

The old Guanzhu said: "Benefactor, what is the most precious thing in the world?"

Yang Fei thought for a while, and replied: "I have lost it, but I haven't got it."

The old temple master slowly shook his head: "Think again."

Yang Fei said: "Having it?"

The old viewer smiled and said nothing.

Yang Fei said, "What does this have to do with where I come from?"

The old temple master said: "Benefactor, is gold better or mud?"

Yang Fei said: "Of course gold is better."