Capítulo 7: Shock
Kunlun Mountain, the Longevity Temple.
There had been a lot of noise here, and a piece of news quickly spread out from here.
"What? The door of the Old Immortal's house in Kunlun Mountain was kicked by the people of the Zhao Family?" A senior official almost fell off his chair after hearing the news. His face was pale and his voice trembled, " Send someone over, you must not let the Zhao Family mess around!"
"Asshole, is the Zhao Family tired of living? They dare to do something to the Old Immortal too? This is looking for death! Send someone over immediately and we must find a way to stop it. If the Zhao Family dares to mess around, kill them without pardon!" The person who said this was a big man in the dark world with a dark complexion and a cold voice.
"Never let the Old Immortal have trouble! Remember, absolutely, contact the Zhao Family immediately, ask them what they are doing, and terminate all cooperation with the Zhao Family!" A big businessman was in a meeting. After he heard the news, he left halfway, then he took out the phone and shouted.
"Is it made by the Zhao Family's third-generation young master, Zhao Kun?" Some family young masters were dumbfounded when they got the news... they thought Zhao Kun was crazy!
Of course…
There were also people who wanted
"It seems that the Zhao Family can't help it anymore, but it's okay for them to do it first, so we can try to gauge how much energy that person has left." Hearing this news, the patriarch of a big family didn't have much trouble. Instead, he sat leisurely on the rocking chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, tasting it gently with a faint smile on his mouth.
"No matter what the cost, the traffic around Kunlun Mountain must be paralyzed for an hour!"
"No one is allowed to step into Kunlun Mountain!"
"No one is allowed to talk nonsense about today's affairs... There are no immortals in this world!"
The news was still spreading.
Some people were very anxious as they rushed towards Kunlun Mountain, wanting to help Wang An.
Some people were with the mentality of watching a good show, they secretly sent people to create various disputes on the road, preventing unrelated people from entering the Kunlun Mountain, and trying every means to buy more time for Zhao Kun.
On this day, the whole world was quietly shaking.
The undercurrent was frantically raging.
From all over the world, the number of people going to cities near Kunlun Mountain was increasing rapidly. Air tickets, train tickets, and even bus tickets were almost all sold out within an hour.
At this moment, Kunlun Mountain, the Longevity Temple, in the lobby.
It was a completely different situation.
The air here seemed to have frozen...
All the people here seemed to be still.
The bodyguard who stretched out his hand and tried to pinch Ye Bei's neck was at a position less than ten centimeters away from Ye Bei, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward any further.
The veins on his arms burst. His eyes were bloodshot.
"What's going on... why I can't move?" His heart was dominated by an unprecedented fear.
"His body is frozen?"
"Who did it?"
"Are there really immortals?"
"Gosh, how could this be..."
The other bodyguards nearby were the same, everyone was shocked, wanted to speak but couldn't say a word for a long time... their hearts almost jumped out.
It must be known that these bodyguards had strong combat effectiveness, they had come out of the real battlefield.
Everyone had at least claimed ten lives.
However, even when they once killed someone, it was not as weird as it was today.
It was not only that the bodyguards couldn't move, but Zhao Kun was also the same.
No matter how hard he tried to take back his raised hand, he couldn't take it back.
The proud eyes slowly changed. First, it was shock, then it was filled with fear.
"Remember what I just said." Ye Bei sat on the chair and said with a faint voice.
Clatter!
The moment the sound fell, Ye Bei stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly on the pure wooden coffee table, making a crisp sound.
Puff!
A terrible thing happened.
The bodyguard who tried to pinch Ye Bei's neck exploded with a puff, turning into a cloud of scarlet blood!
And what was scarier was that this was just the beginning.
Puff!
The second bodyguard!
Puff...
The third bodyguard!
Puff...
Almost in the blink of an eye, the bodyguards who attempted to attack and disrespect Ye Bei had their heads directly exploded in front of Zhao Kun and Wang An, and turned into a blood mist. Followed by those blood mists, in just a second, they all disappeared as if they had never appeared.
Only the faint smell of blood was in the air.
Crash!
When all the bodyguards disappeared, the imprisonment was eliminated.
Zhao Kun looked pale, his legs softened and he fell directly to the ground.
Wang An squinted, there was also a bit of fear in his eyes...
He had known Ye Bei for a long time.
From a very young age, he followed Ye Bei and called him master.
Ye Bei was a terrible existence that was unable to be understood, it was the way of immortality which was out of reach for mortals.
But Wang An had never seen Ye Bei's appearance when he was angry when he killed someone...
He just killed with his fingertips without any warning...
Even after the murder, he did not frown even a tad bit, he was tasting tea with a calm face as usual.
Seeing this today, Wang An felt that his body couldn't help but feel cold for several degrees. Deep down in his heart, he was fortunate that he was always loyal to Ye Bei, but at the same time, he was secretly feeling sad for those who tried to betray Ye Bei.
Those who betrayed for the sake of mere wealth... He was afraid that those guys did not realize at all that how terrible the existence they betrayed was...
"You, who are you?"
"Devil!"
"You, you...you are the devil, the devil!"
After recovering, Zhao Kun's previous calm look was nowhere to be found. Both feet kicked on the ground indiscriminately, his mouth roared, and the images of the bodyguards turned into blood mist in his mind were constantly repeating.
"Throw out." Ye Bei didn't even look at Zhao Kun but said a little to Wang An.
"Yes, Master." Wang An bent over and nodded.
He walked in front of Zhao Kun in two steps, stretched out his old arm, grabbed Zhao Kun by his collar, and dragged him towards the gate of Longevity Temple...
After seeing the quaint gate that had been stepped on, Wang An frowned slightly, and then with a little force on his arm, Zhao Kun was lifted up and flew out from the Longevity Temple.
Boom...
Finally, he fell on the steps with a bang!
Click, click!
When he fell, he could even hear the sound of broken bones of his body clearly.
"Devil!"
"Ah... he must be the devil!"
Zhao Kun held his bloody head, still screaming constantly in his mouth, obviously, he was terribly scared!
"Today's Taoist Temple is closed! No one is allowed to make any disturbance…" After throwing out Zhao Kun, Wang An's voice also spread out!
At the gate of Longevity Temple, those tourists who stayed were silent for an instant!
Many people who came from a distance even had their breath frozen! As for Wang An, he returned to the lobby and knelt in front of Ye Bei again. His body restored to the appearance of an old rickety man.
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Capítulo 8: Fragrance of Rice
Ye Bei sat quietly without drinking tea or talking.
His eyes were quietly looking in this lobby.
The lobby area was small. However, there were many things here.
On the wall opposite Ye Bei, there was a landscape painting.
In the painting, the sky was dim, and a group of crows was falling on the old trees entwined by withered vines as if they were also constantly wailing.
There was a rush of water under the bridge and smoke from the households on the side of the bridge could also be seen.
A thin horse on the ancient road drove hard against the westerly wind, but the sunset gradually lost its luster and fell from the west.
This painting had no traces of imprints.
But at a glance, one would instantly know that it was an extremely precious antique.
When he saw this painting, Ye Bei's heart was fluttering, and he couldn't help but remember that when he was wandering around, he had passed through a small village and met a teenager who liked to write poems.
At that time, on a whim, he used a brush and paper to paint.
Finally, the painting was given to the boy...
Many years later, the boy grew up, saw things and thought about people, and wrote a sequence that had been passed down through the ages.
"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, ancient west wind and thin horses, the setting sun and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world."
But no one in future generations knew that the so-called heartbroken man did not refer to
He did not expect that the poem was actually derived from a painting, and the painter was still alive after countless years!
...
"Little An." Ye Bei was very quiet. His thoughts drifted far, after a long time, he slowly recovered and yelled softly in his mouth.
"Master!" Wang An, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled.
After that, Ye Bei didn't need to speak anymore.
Wang An continued, "Master! It's because I didn't do a good job... If I had destroyed the Zhao Family earlier, this would not have happened! After this time, I will destroy the Zhao Family!"
"En."
"Master... just now there is no need to let Zhao Kun go, that kid is too rude, he should be killed!"
"En."
"Master!..."
Wang An was still going on. What happened to Zhao Kun just now made him very uneasy.
However, when Wang An kept talking, Ye Bei turned his head and set his sights on Wang An. The latter was startled for a moment and immediately calmed down.
"Little An... you are old."
The voice was calm as if narrating a fact, and there was a bit of alternation in the tone, and in those wise eyes, it seemed that everything had been seen through.
Ugh…
As for Wang An, after hearing this, he took a halt, and then tears couldn't stop from the corners of his eyes.
At this moment, his hair was much paler than before.
He wanted to explain but his throat choked and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Kunlun Mountain Old Immortal...
In this world, he had always been a cold-faced, ruthless, and mysterious existence... But today, his image had been refreshed time and time again. If anyone else saw it, he would have been shocked from ear to ear.
Yes! Getting old... years were not forgiving, even the glory of the past the great things that had shocked the world had been wiped out by the years, and few people knew.
Everyone thought that you were easy to bully and would not live long.
When he was young, he walked out of Kunlun Mountain and followed Ye Bei's orders, in this whole world, who would dare not follow his orders?
When he was young, he could quell a war with a word!
When he was young, countless people knelt, begging to give him money and a lot of privileges.
How come it became like now, being bullied, and by a junior at that?
"Master, I..." It was a long time before Wang An uttered these words.
"That painting is not bad! It's beautiful... Little An, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time. I don't know if your skill is still there." Ye Bei murmured while glancing down at Wang An.
Wang An wiped his tears.
He knew very well that Ye Bei didn't want to see him like this now.
Try to make yourself look calmer! Try my best to squeeze a faint smile on my face, "In the past few years, I have been cooking and honing my cooking skills in the Longevity Temple every day while waiting for your return, Master! I know what you like to eat, I will order people to prepare the freshest ingredients and put them here every day. This day has finally come, I will cook for you now."
After speaking, Wang An stood up with some difficulty.
In those tearful eyes, joy could be seen.
Eighty years had passed...
He was waiting every day!
Year after year, day after day...
Those complicated vulgar things were meaningless to talk about at this time. It was because he thought too much and cared too much. After all, he was just a layman, and in many cases, he simply could not understand what Ye Bei was thinking.
Perhaps the things he cared very much about, in Ye Bei's eyes, were nothing more than passing away.
...
After decades of practicing, Wang An was better than many gold medal chefs in cooking.
He was wearing a white apron.
He used the most primitive earthen stove to make a fire...
Ye Bei in the lobby could clearly hear the sizzling sound of the vegetable, oil, and smell the smoke from the firewood.
Thirty minutes later.
Wang An took off his apron and brought a plentiful dish to the table. All the dishes were served, every dish was what Ye Bei once liked the most.
"Master, everything is ready."
After putting the last dish on the table, Wang An stepped aside, bent down slightly, and said with a respectful tone.
"The dishes are good, the cooking skills have improved." Ye Bei glanced at these dishes, picked up the chopsticks, but while holding the dishes, he said lightly.
"Yes, Master." Wang An lowered his head and answered softly.
"Little An, sit down, let's eat together." Unexpectedly, Ye Bei called out to him.
"Master, I..." Wang An hesitated.
"Sit down!"
"Yes!" Wang An didn't dare to talk about it anymore, he knew very well that once Ye Bei made up his mind, nothing would change. If he talked about it again, it would only disappoint Ye Bei.
Sitting tremblingly, Wang An did not move his chopsticks but picked up vegetables for Ye Bei.
However, at this time, Ye Bei slowly said, "Unfortunately, I like a lot of dishes, though your cooking skills are not bad, you can't make all my favorite dishes by yourself..."
Wang An's face changed suddenly while holding the vegetables.
Puff!
He knelt down with a plop, and his body couldn't help shaking.
This move made Ye Bei quite surprised because he just sighed casually, but in Wang An's eyes, things were not that simple, there were many people who had followed Ye Bei.
Ye Bei had a hobby, he had lived for too long and he liked too few things. Only the 'excellent food' part had not changed for tens of thousands of years. Therefore, he was used to letting everyone who followed him learn how to cook well.
Everyone would cook some dishes that Ye Bei liked to eat...
But today, Wang An was the only one.
The Longevity Temple made such a big noise but those people had not yet appeared! Could it be that they... attempted to defect?
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