Looking at the respectful attitude of the old man in front of him, Zhang Yang really couldn't react for a while, didn't you ask Duowen to find me? Why did you salute me instead? Did you recognize the wrong person?

And Duowen on the side was even more shocked and didn't dare to move, he also saw that Zhang Yang was a little unusual, but he never expected Zhang Yang to be so unusual, his master actually called him senior, then my reckless behavior along the way, I hope that the seniors will not blame.

"Master, I don't want you to be like that at all. Half a sound, Zhang Yang finally reacted.

But the old man didn't care at all, "The seniors are modest, and it's normal for us to wait for the juniors to salute the seniors." ”

"Master, did you recognize the wrong person, I'm not a senior at all?" Zhang Yang explained.

Duowen on the side also looked at his master with a puzzled expression, thinking that maybe the master was wrong, how could Zhang Yang be the master's predecessor when he was so young?

"Amitabha,"

The old man shouted a Buddha name, "Senior, the little monk has been concentrating on cultivation since he entered the temple at the age of 7, and it has been 70 years now. Dare to ask the seniors, when I entered the house just now, I saw through the realm of the little monk at a glance. ”

"This,"

Zhang Yang was a little embarrassed, although he had just entered the cultivation realm, but he also knew that it was taboo to snoop on others casually, not to mention that Zhang Yang was not snooping, but instinctively released his divine sense to sense it.

"I have indeed seen whether your realm is obscure, and it seems that there is a faint aura in your body......"

The more the old man listened, the more he was happy, excited, and finally bowed to Zhang Yang again, "Senior, the little monk Xuanming, has been trapped here since he was 100 years old, and now I have to meet my seniors, I hope to ask my predecessors to teach me." ”

"Master Xuanming, hurry up, you will torment me like this. Zhang Yang anxiously stepped forward to help Xuan Ming, but Xuan Ming didn't get up, and bowed down again.

"Please senior, save my master. ”

"Get up!" Zhang Yang shouted softly, and at the same time, the power of the stars on his body was automatically released, and Xuan Ming and the two only felt that their whole bodies were wrapped in a soft force, and they were gently pulled up, even if Xuan Ming wanted to worship, but found that they couldn't move at all.

"Master Xuanming, I'm really not a senior, even if my realm is higher than yours, but there is a huge age gap between you and me, I really don't deserve your salute, this can be testified. ”

Xuan Ming looked at Duowen suspiciously, and Duowen nodded and told Zhang Yang that he was Yang Ping's son.

"Amitabha," Xuan Ming sighed, "It's the old man who has entered the picture, but I don't know..."

"Just tell me to be public. Seeing Xuan Ming's stammering appearance, Zhang Yang spoke. "Never, the one who has attained the path of cultivation is the first, even if I am not a senior, I must not lose my courtesy, it is better to call you Mr. ”

Zhang Yang thought that as long as he didn't call his predecessor or anything, he ignored another meaning of Mr., in the past, Mr. meant respecting the teacher and respecting the teacher. "The little monk asked abruptly, sir, how can you have such a realm, are you an unborn Taoist disciple?"

"No, no," Zhang Yang shook his head again and again, and muttered for a while, Zhang Yang still told about his adventures in Kunlun Mountain, but he only said that he occasionally worshipped a cultivator as a teacher, and did not say anything specific, let alone casually tell such a heavy treasure as the Thousand Illusion Tower.

"Amitabha," Xuan Ming said loudly, "It seems that Mr. is a person with great blessings! ”

"It's okay," Zhang Yang hurriedly said, "but I'm also curious why do you think of me as a senior?"

"This is not a secret, but a legend related to the Boulevard Mountain and our temple. If the gentleman wants to know, the little monk must tell the truth. Xuan Ming said with a smile.

"Okay," Zhang Yang nodded, but suddenly remembered Tongtongfei's incident again, "But if I don't go back for too long, everyone is still waiting for me to bring Tongtong back?"

Duowen Wenyan on the side immediately got up and said: "It's okay, the little monk will go down the mountain, just say that Tongtong has fallen asleep, sir, you will accompany her back tomorrow, Tongtong often spends the night in the temple, everyone will not worry." ”

"Master Duowen, I'm tired, but don't tell me about my cultivation," Zhang Yang advised. "Sir, don't worry, the little monk understands. After saying that, he walked out.

"Sir, I don't know if you've heard the story of the Twelve Guards?" asked Xuan Ming after a deep sigh.

Zhang Yang nodded, "I heard this from Grandpa Zhou under the mountain, but that was when I was a child, and now I have almost forgotten it." ”

"Zhouyu?" Xuan Ming muttered, "I didn't expect him to remember, this story is what I told him." That was a long time ago......"

Xuan Ming slowly recalled that at that time, this land was full of wars, because of the war, the corpses and bones were all over the fields within a radius of 100 miles, and all the surrounding residents were killed.

Suddenly, one day, a prince who claimed to be the wings of God descended from the sky, and because he could not bear to see the people suffering, he used his divine power to quell the war. But this also aroused the wrath of the god-king, who reproached him for not meddling in the affairs of mortals at will, but it was only a reproach, and he did not do anything to him. But this matter gradually spread to other god kings, and the god kings were already dissatisfied with the father of the Wings of God, so they used this incident to attack him.

Unwilling to see his father in distress, the Wings of God explained to the King of the Gods that he was willing to bear the burden of his mistakes. Although the God King verbally agreed, he secretly sent someone to attack the Divine Wings while they were punishing him. They conspired that because the vast and ordinary sanctions of the Divine Wings were ineffective against them, they blessed the Divine Wings with an artifact on its body when it was sanctioned, and temporarily sealed the divine power of the Divine Wings.

And at this moment, the killers sent by the god kings dispatched, although the divine power of the divine wings was sealed, but it was not so easy to kill, the killers finally hit the divine wings with all their strength and were seriously injured, and the divine wings fought and retreated, until they retreated to the top of the boulevard mountain.

The killers trapped Godwings and wanted to surround them with all their might, but they were suddenly met with a strong counterattack from the twelve guards sent by Godwings' father. The two sides fought fiercely for several days, and in the end, all the killers were executed. Seeing this, the god kings were annoyed and angry, and since they had torn their faces, they simply swaggered to attack the god-winged father, and at the same time sent twenty ancient gods to besiege the god-wings.

On that day, the two sides fought in the Boulevard Mountain, the sun and the moon were dark, and the surrounding mountains were flattened one after another, leaving only the Boulevard and a mountain next door. A few years later, it was discovered that there was an additional temple of the Reclining Buddha on the tree-shaded mountain, and that there were twelve more families at the bottom of the mountain, and as for the Wings of God and the Twelve Guardians, people had no way of knowing, let alone talking about the war between the gods and kings.

After many more years, not many people knew about this story, and even those who knew it only regarded it as a legend.

After listening to Xuan Ming's narration, Zhang Yang also fell into deep thought, when he heard this story when he was a child, he was deeply attracted by this story, and he had to pester Grandpa Zhou to tell him again every night. Later, when he grew up, he stopped taking it seriously, thinking that it was all myths and legends, and it was all about coaxing children.

However, since returning from Kunlun Mountain, his outlook on life and worldview has changed dramatically, and now when he hears this story again, he naturally feels different.

"Master Xuanming, who built the Reclining Buddha Temple, and what happened to the twelve villagers under the mountain?" Zhang Yang still couldn't help the curiosity in his heart.

"This is a long story," Xuan Ming breathed a sigh of relief, "the temple of the Reclining Buddha is the ancestor Dao Ling (zhong) who traveled here, and built this temple because of the merits of the wings of God, saying that it is the temple of the Reclining Buddha, but in fact, the statue in front of the door is not a Buddha statue, but a statue of the wings of God." As for the names of the twelve households under the mountain, I don't know, according to what Shizu said later, those villagers existed before he arrived, but now there are few households, and most of them have moved away. ”

Could it be that the villagers under the mountain are all descendants of the Twelve Guards, then I am also their descendants, but the Twelve Guards should have all died in battle at that time, so where did they come from?

"Sir, can the little monk ask you for something?" Xuan Ming's words interrupted Zhang Yang's thoughts.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yang asked. Xuan Ming was silent for a moment, and suddenly seemed to muster up enough courage, "I want to worship you as a teacher." ”