"Something seems to have happened at Soaring Cloud Temple today."
"That's impossible, right?"
"Really... the Buddha statues in the lobby over there collapsed."
"What?"
"I heard that their Abbot passed away."
Next to the tea stall, there were a lot of passing tourists and pilgrims. Most of them came down from Soaring Cloud Temple.
When they walked, they kept talking, and at the same time, when they said these words, their voices were also very small.
When passing by the tea stall, some people spotted Ye Bei and immediately focused on him.
They always felt that they had seen Ye Bei somewhere before.
But after searching in their minds for a few seconds, they couldn't find the answer, so they just shook their heads and left.
...
Ye Bei, Bai Xiaosheng, and the old man at the stall sat calmly.
An old warhorse in the stable still longs to gallop a thousand miles.