The Richest Man Yang Fei

"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?

"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 saluted,

Sit 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."

"Rob?"

"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 don't necessarily steal; there are people who are honest but poor, and the poor don't necessarily have to 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."

The old view said: "What if you are a seed?"

Yang Fei was silent.

The old Guanzhu said: "Benefactor, it's getting late, please go back!"

Yang Fei said: "Old Immortal, you haven't answered me yet, where did I come from!"

The old temple master flicked his right hand, and the bean-like light suddenly went out.

It was pitch black in the hut.

In the darkness, the voice of the old Guanzhu came:

"Dark clouds fill the fields, and dust grows in the heart.

Please look back and see where life comes from. "

Yang Fei came out of the door, and when he heard this gatha, he couldn't help being dazed.

Where does life come from?

Gold or mud?

What is the most precious thing in the world?

This night, Yang Fei couldn't sleep, and listened to the wind and trees all night in the mountain Taoist house.

The next morning, just after dawn, Yang Fei got up.

He followed the direction of last night to find the old temple master.

However, he searched all the places nearby, but he couldn't find the little hut, let alone any old fairy.

Yang Fei called Xiaoyu over, and the two of them walked the same way last night, but they still couldn't find the hut.

There was only one old tree with new shoots nearby.

Yang Fei stood in front of the old tree, looking at the new shoots on the branches with his hands behind his back, without saying a word for a long time.

"Xiaoyu, tell me, where is the old temple master? He couldn't really become a god, right? You saw him last night, didn't you?"

"Hmm!" Xiaoyu said suspiciously, "I don't know where he went!"

Yang Fei smiled wryly: "If it wasn't because you saw it, I would really doubt that I was just having a dream last night! What does this tree say?"

Xiaoyu bit her finger, thought for a while, and said, "Brother Yang Fei, I heard a story from the old temple master. It's about the buds of trees. Would you like to hear it?"

"Oh? Say it!"

Xiaoyu pointed to the buds and said: "One day, I was pinching off the buds on the tree. The old monk saw it and asked me, can you pinch off the root buds, can you pinch off the whole tree's buds? I said sure!"

Yang Fei smiled and said, "What happened later?"

Xiaoyu said: "The old temple master asked me again, can you cut off the whole spring buds? I thought about it and said no. The old temple master smiled and left."

Yang Fei murmured: "Can you cut off the whole spring buds? Old god, what are you telling me?"

He suddenly thought of the four words that the old temple master said last night: "The clouds are all over the world, and dust grows in the heart. Please look back and see where life comes from."

Yang Fei suddenly realized something!

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