90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 15: Identity

The Longevity Temple, the atmosphere in the lobby was too tense.

Eighty years ago...

When everyone was in front of Ye Bei, it was not like that.

At that time, they had no wealth.

They did not have much power.

All of them were young people who were ready to fight.

Now... they were old!

They were also worried about a myriad of various things.

They looked forward and backward.

Even unknowingly, they became afraid of this extremely mysterious master.

"Master, since the moment you adopted me, I have been loyal to you. I absolutely dare not have a double heart. Please be aware of it!" Kang Shixian was the first one who couldn't help it. He knelt on the ground and touched it with his forehead. On the ground, when the atmosphere was about to freeze, he said with a trembling voice.

Xu Moran also spoke, "My life is master's, and it will never change!"

"Master... the old slave has never betrayed."

Everyone expressed their opinions.

"Stand up!" However, Ye Bei didn't let them finish speaking, immediately turned around with a cold voice.

The old people trembled slightly, their legs trembling and stood up from the ground...

"The tea is finished, those doubts, you don't need to explain them, just have a clear conscience is enough! This time I come back, it's just there's something to do, Little An, give me an identity, and then follow me down! As for everyone, Go back and work on it. Everything has never happened, understand?" Ye Bei continued.

"Yes!"

"Yes, sir!"

"This servant understands."

After listening to this.

How could those nine old people dare to talk nonsense anymore? So they lowered their heads and answered quickly.

The explanations were just something they used to conceal their wrongdoings

At this time, keeping silent and not saying anything was the wisest thing.

"Master, over the years, every year, I always prepare a new identity for you. Those things are in the Longevity Temple."

Wang An had the intention to take care of everything in an orderly manner, which saved Ye Bei a lot.

After saying this, he turned around respectfully and went to find those materials.

The other nine people stood trembling in the lobby.

"Master..." Seeing Wang An going to get the materials, Kang Shixian thought for a while, then said respectfully, "Then... this old slave is leaving, if you have any instructions, the old slave is on standby at any time, awaits for your orders, I won't hesitate to sacrifice my life."

He didn't dare to stay here anymore, the atmosphere was too dull, he wanted to go back and digest what happened today.

"Master, the old slave will also retire!"

"Master, our Ma family, we will always be waiting for your good self."

With Kang Shixian taking the lead, these nine elderly people spoke up one after another. Although they saw Ye Bei again after so many years, there was still a lot to say between the master and the servant, but they understood that because the Zhao family made too much and unforgivable troubles, staying here would only make Ye Bei angry.

Ye Bei's face was indifferent, his eyes faint.

When the nine people stood up, they all bent over, waiting for him to agree... Then a word was gently squeezed out of his mouth, "Hmm."

Hearing this word, these nine people, like getting a pardon from the judge of hell, cautiously walked towards the gate of the Longevity Temple, not daring to make any noise.

Only a series of footprints were left on the bluestone slab which was covered with white snow.

...

When Wang An brought all the materials, he found that only Ye Bei was left in the lobby.

His eyes were a little surprised...

"Master, this is the new identity I have arranged for you. I always will find someone to fix these materials every year. You can find several generations of relatives in it. There will be absolutely no problems when you take them out."

Wang An did not have much material.

An ID card.

A black bank card with an unlimited overdraft.

A household registration book.

A few brief introduction papers with this identification information.

Ye Bei nodded and reached out to take it.

The above information was quite interesting.

"An archaeology student who has just returned from a three-year study in the United States. In three years, he has solved a large number of secrets about antiques and has a great reputation in the world! A genius in voice and understands nine languages at the same time! Master of martial arts, the youngest fighting genius in the world! The youngest professor of Chinese history..."

The series of identities above seemed very bluffing.

How big was Ye Bei now?

He looked only about twenty...

If this material was really taken out, it was unknown how many people would be shocked.

But under the control of Wang An's forces, every piece of information in this material had a basis and could be inquired.

"En!"

However, after a slight glance, those pieces of paper were turned into ashes in Ye Bei's hands and disappeared.

Later, Ye Bei's attention was placed on his ID card.

The name above was still Ye Bei... and the photo inside was also from when Ye Bei left. After so many years, the photo did not seem to have changed at all.

However, Ye Bei knew that his current self was definitely a bit more different than before.

"Master, there is something that Little An doesn't know whether to say it or not." Seeing Ye Bei destroying a part of the material, Wang An stood in front of Ye Bei, hesitated for a few seconds, bent over, bowed his head, and said in a low voice.

"Say." Ye Bei spoke and spat out a word.

"Master, every human has selfish desires, Zhao family, Liu family, Jin family, maybe because you are not here, so they dared to do this... This time master is back, there is really no need to notify them?" Wang An's voice was very small.

Decades ago, the thirteen of them were as close as brothers, all of whom were cultivated by Ye Bei.

In Wang An's view, perhaps some people have done too much to themselves, but he did not believe that those people really had the guts to betray Ye Bei.

"I have my own plan!" Ye Bei's answer was very simple.

He lived too long.

The so-called Zhao family and Liu family, in his opinion, were nothing more than ants. They were the forces that he left behind in China at that time, adding a bit of fun to himself. If he wanted to kill, he could just raise his hands and feet.

Unfortunately, some certain families simply did not realize this.

Wang An was at a loss for words... He knew that when Ye Bei said this, he must have made a decision in his heart.

Wang An, "Yes, the old slave listens to master."

"Let's stay here for one night, and let's go down the mountain during the day! Eighty years have passed, I don't know what this world has become..." Ye Bei carried his hands on his back, walked to the entrance of the lobby, and looked out the lobby with blank eyes.

At this moment, the snowflakes of Kunlun Mountain were getting bigger and bigger.

Those pieces of snowflakes covered all the peach branches and Ah Huang's tomb, and even the footprints that had been made on the bluestone slab when the nine old people left just now were all filled in.

"Enmity and grudges, no matter how deep it is, it will be the same as this snow, as long as the snow is big enough, as long as there is enough time, everything will be smoothed out, and everything will start again..." Ye Bei murmured.

He had already thoroughly seen this red dust world, and now, perhaps only the mystery of longevity can make his heart ripples.