Insufficient balance

  As soon as Ye Yizhe pushed open the dormitory door, he was hugged by a huge figure, who wrapped his arms tightly around him and refused to let go. Who else could it be but Peng Ben?

  It took a lot of effort to break free from Peng Ben's bear hug, and before Ye Yizhe could even open his mouth, Peng Ben slapped him heavily on the shoulder and exclaimed loudly: "You little scoundrel! You secretly made such a big splash without telling us beforehand!"

  Ye Yizhe helplessly said: "I don't have..."

  The words had just been spoken, when Peng Ben suddenly interrupted: "How dare you quibble? Don't tell us that such a big thing you yourself don't know about. Do you think anyone will believe it? Son, do you believe it?"

  Sunzi is the nickname given to Robinson by the two of them in these few days of interaction, although Robinson strongly opposed it, but based on the fact that two people agreed in a vote of three, he could not resist and had no choice but to reluctantly obey. At this time, seeing one of the two "arch-enemies", Ye Yizhe, being punished, how could he disagree? He stood behind Peng Ben, shaking his head like a rattle drum, with an attitude that even if it's fake, I'll make it real for you.

  Peng Ben made a slashing motion with his hand and placed it on Ye Yizhe's neck: "Confess and get leniency, resist and face severity. If you don't comply, I'll slash." As he spoke, he used his hand to make a slashing motion across Ye Yizhe's neck.

  Ye Yizhe could only bitterly smile and say: "I really didn't know about this matter before."

  At this moment, Ye Yizhe suddenly felt that he was more unjust than Dou E. Originally, it was just to rush the old man to hurry up and go, but under such an offensive and defensive alliance, what could he say?

  "In that case, we won't make it difficult for you." Just as Ye Yizhe let out a sigh of relief, Peng Ben continued, "For this week's meals, if you take care of them, that'll be enough."

  Ye Yizhe could only reach this "humiliating" treaty with them in this helpless alliance.

  Peng Ben saw Ye Yizhe so capable and patted his shoulder, saying: "That's right! Earlier, someone who looked like a student leader from your college came to ask about the registration for next month's freshman party. We've already signed you up, so don't need to thank us."

  Ben Peng said and pulled Robinson's arm to run outside, leaving Ye Yizhe stunned on the spot.

  Sold again...

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  At this moment, in the High Plateau Province, on the highest plateau in the world with an average elevation of over 4,000 meters, there is a small town called Mo Town. Although this small town is located in the lowest area of the High Plateau Province, it still has an elevation of over 3,500 meters.

  The mountain road to Moge Town is rugged, and next to it is the world-renowned Mount Dhaulagiri, where countless people fall in every year. Despite this, many people flock here because this small town with a population of around 10,000 is a sacred place in the hearts of many plateau province citizens.

  Two miles outside the town, there is a small hillside several dozen meters high. A winding mountain road appears and disappears in the gloom. The already dark sky seems even more ominous here, and not a single person can be seen. Occasionally, the wind blows by, bringing with it the faint rustling of leaves, as well as one or two distant howls that seem to come from nowhere.

  On the top of this small hill, an old man with white hair held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and smiled lightly as he looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of him. The old man's eyes were very clear, without any signs of aging, if not for the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, it would be hard to associate this gaze with an elderly person in their seventies or eighties. Wearing a simple and ordinary outfit, he was completely unremarkable when walking on the main road.

  Gently put down the phone in his hand and looked at the man opposite him: "It's Old Jiang."

  The middle-aged man sitting opposite him, however, showed no respect for the elderly, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the old man's home, seemingly deep in thought, shaking his legs back and forth, wearing a very ordinary Adidas tracksuit that shouldn't be on a forty-year-old man, but somehow didn't look out of place on him. His slender figure and resolute face would have given anyone a sense of familiarity if not for the sly smile at the corner of his mouth.

  He is very friendly.

  At least that's what he thought, and so did he. He pinched a white piece from the chess jar beside him with his fingers, pressed it on the chessboard in front of them with a very cool posture, squeezed out a smile that he thought was the most handsome, and said: "He has returned to Fudan?"

  Two people are playing Go, the board is already piled up with pieces that are about to overflow, even someone who doesn't understand Go can see that their game has approached its final stage.

  The old man didn't rush to continue, but suddenly stood up, looked at the dark mountains outside and nodded: "This game of chess is about to begin, twenty years have passed just like that."

  The middle-aged man looked at the chessboard in front of the two men, pondered for half a day and stood up, standing beside the old man, saying lightly: "You lost, Half-Eyed."

  The old man seemed to be completely indifferent to the middle-aged man's words, and without even glancing in the direction of the chessboard, he said: "You Kunlun, we Tibetan Buddhism, this time neither of us will get peace."

  "You need to care about these, I don't," said the middle-aged man with a snort. "On the other hand, it's you - I didn't expect that you could endure for so many years without telling him the truth. What? Are you also afraid of being discovered by those people in Vatican?"

  The old man shook his head and said, "You're not the same either. Over the years, I haven't trained him, but I knew you'd secretly teach him a lot. From this perspective, your Kunlun is more at fault than us. You're not afraid, so why should I be? Zi Yun's power has been reduced to just a tiny bit, and now letting him know the truth will only harm more people. Although you seem completely unconcerned, it's precisely because of you that he's made it this far. So, we still have to thank Tian He for this matter."

  "I, Gu Tianhe, am a lone wanderer with no family to speak of. If the Vatican could have kept me, I would have stayed long ago. Why would I end up like this today?" The man who called himself Gu Tianhe said disdainfully, "On the other hand, old monk, you hid him for so many years. Aren't you worried that the hidden Buddha will be destroyed in an instant?"

  "Faith is eternal, no one can extinguish it." The old man clasped his hands together and placed the Buddhist beads in the palm of his hand.

  "Is it? Then what about the Purple Capital a thousand years ago? Wasn't it also framed by the Vatican?"

  Listening to Gu Tianhe's words, the old man fell silent. Gu Tianhe continued, "A huge purple cycle, all unable to withstand it, and yet you mention a small hidden Buddha? Old monk, I'm not saying you're wrong, but your methods are suitable for dealing with civilized people. If this weren't a peaceful era, you wouldn't be so at ease."

  The old man sighed and said: "So when you taught Ye Zi Wuji, even if I found out, I didn't oppose it."

  "Even if you want to oppose, can you? I, Gutianhe, have disciples who can also discover the truth. You're not just a living Buddha. Among the many Tibetan Buddhas, I admit that there are a few who can match me in debate, but when it comes to martial arts, I don't need to say more, you understand."

  The old man didn't blush even when he was scolded, and after chanting "Amitabha", he continued to say: "I have a premonition that Ye Zi's identity will not be hidden for long."

  "It's a dragon, it will rise to heaven," Gu Tianhe stepped out of the house step by step, saying, "Not to mention he is even more terrifying than a dragon?"

  "The world is going to be in chaos."

  The two of them fell silent, and it wasn't until half a day later that Gu Tianhe finally spoke up: "I'm leaving. We've prepared for so many years, things won't be too chaotic."

  As he spoke, Gu Tianhe walked out and gradually disappeared into the distance. Just as his back was about to disappear from view, he suddenly turned around and said: "Actually, today's Buddha's birthday is not much better than the Vatican years ago?"

  He finished speaking and left the old man standing there in a daze, laughing as he went.

  The old man stood still for a while before walking back into the house with a faint smile, looking at Hei Zi who had been defeated by Gu Tianhe by half a move. He gently removed the previous move made by Gu Tianhe and changed the position of his own previous move.

  The originally suppressed chessboard suddenly seemed to come alive, with white pieces standing like a long dragon, while black pieces jumped up and down, eager to attack the white dragon.

  The old man then put away the chessboard and said quietly: "You lost."