In the dark night, Zhang Yang followed closely behind Tongtong, no way, Zhang Yang had tried to persuade her several times, but she just didn't listen, Zhang Yang couldn't come hard, so she could only follow closely like this to see where she wanted to go.

But gradually, Zhang Yang found that they were far away from the village, and the road looked like a path up the mountain.

"Tongtong, are you going to the mountains?"

Zhang Yang shouted from behind, but Tongtong didn't pay attention to him at all, just kept walking forward.

After a while, Zhang Yang could already determine that this was a road up the mountain, the steps on the road could no longer be seen to be old, it felt very shabby, and the slope between the steps was also very steep, almost at a right angle.

"Tongtong, you go slowly, be careful of the steps. ”

Zhang Yang saw that Tongtong was in a hurry, and couldn't help but be a little worried about her, if such a height fell, it was not a joke.

After walking for a while, it seemed that I had reached the top of the mountain, and the path was not so steep, but there was no temple in sight in the quiet surroundings. Am I mistaken, why is there no Wat Pho?

Zhang Yang was wondering, Tongtong had already walked away. As Tongtong went around to the back of the mountain, Zhang Yang finally saw a temple, and it looked like the Reclining Buddha Temple in his memory, because there was obviously a statue lying on the ground at the entrance of the temple, but it didn't look like a Buddha, but like a Taoist priest, because the person on the statue had long hair and a sword on his back.

Looking inside, the temple was pitch black, and I didn't know if anyone lived there. Tongtong was familiar with the road, so he walked directly through the main hall and went to the back room, and Yang didn't dare to be careless and hurriedly followed.

"Grandpa Duowen, are you there?" Tongtong ran to a house and cried.

Zhang Yang released his divine sense slightly, there was a person in this room, but I don't know if he was asleep at the moment. After a while, the light came on in the room in front of him, and out of it came a monk wearing a wide monk's robe, who looked to be over seventy years old, and his thick eyebrows and beard were already a little gray.

"Tongtong, what are you doing in the mountains so late?" asked Duowen with concern. "Grandpa Duowen, my grandfather passed away two days ago..."Tongtong said with a choked voice.

"Amitabha," Duowen Gao announced a Buddha name, "Tongtong, I already know about Old Donor Qiu, don't be sad, with the merits of Lord Qiu, he must already be under the throne of the Buddha in Elysium." ”

After hearing and pronouncing the Buddha's name, he looked at Zhang Yang, who had been practicing Buddhism for decades, and he was also quite discerning in seeing people, but the Zhang Yang in front of him made him have an illusion, as if the young man in front of him had an unfathomable feeling.

And Zhang Yang also saw that the meridians in the body of the Duowen master in front of him were extraordinary, and he turned out to be a rare innate master.

"Tongtong. Who is this?" asked Duowen, who finally couldn't help but ask.

"He is the elder brother of Aunt Yang Ping's family, Zhang Yang. ”

Tongtong seemed to be calmer, but she seemed to think of something, and then burst into tears, "Grandpa Duowen, please, don't you always say that people go to Elysium after death, so where is Elysium? I'm going to find Grandpa." ”

"This," Duowen couldn't help but be stunned, "Tongtong, we are sinners, and we are born to suffer." Only by doing more good deeds can you ascend to Elysium after death. ”

"You can only ascend to Bliss after you die...... Tongtong said something in his mouth, and suddenly turned around and ran away.

"Tongtong, where are you going?" Zhang Yang saluted Duowen, and immediately turned around and chased after him.

Duowen stood there and shook his head, "Idiot, idiot... Not good!" Thinking of Tongtong's last words, Duowen suddenly remembered something, and chased him out, looking at the speed that seemed to be no less than Zhang Yang.

"Tongtong, what are you doing, come back quickly!" The top of Lin Yin Mountain is not big, except for a reclining Buddha temple and a clearing in front of the door, surrounded by bare cliffs and steep cliffs. When Zhang Yang ran out, Tongtong was already standing on the edge of a steep cliff.

"Brother Zhang Yang, don't worry about me, I'm going to Elysium, I'm going to find my grandfather. Tongtong's face was full of tears, and she spoke with a smile she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Don't be stupid, your grandfather isn't in Elysium at all, he's... He's in the Soul Realm. ”

In a hurry, Zhang Yang made up a reason that seemed convincing, but Tongtong didn't listen to him at all, but walked towards the cliff.

"Tongtong!" Zhang Yang was shocked and flew forward.

said that it was too late, and in a flash, Zhang Yang hugged Tongtong, but they also lost their foothold at this time, and the two of them fell together.

"It's bad," Duo Wen, who came from behind, looked like ashes, he stepped to the edge of the cliff, and was about to stretch out his head to look down, when suddenly two figures flew up from under the cliff, and when he looked closely, it was Zhang Yang and Tongtong.

Duowen had a look of horror on his face, and he asked himself if he had practiced martial arts for many years, and he was one of the few innate masters. If a person falls off the cliff, he can still come up with the help of the cliff, but Zhang Yang came up with Tongtong, and this kind of skill cannot be obtained without decades of hard practice.

But looking at Zhang Yang's age, he denied his own idea, even if Zhang Yang has been cultivating since his mother's womb, it is impossible to have the power he has now, so how did he do it?

"Are you all right?" is worthy of the mind that has been cultivated for decades, and even though there are countless questions in his heart, he still endures it.

"Master Duowen, Tongtong fainted from too much fright, and I have to send her down the mountain immediately. ”

Tongtong in Zhang Yang's arms is completely unconscious at the moment, her mood has been extremely unstable in the past two days, and it is not a good thing to faint now, at least she can sleep peacefully.

"No need," Duowen shook his head, "The night on the mountain is heavy and heavy, and she is afraid that she will catch the wind and cold when she tosses back and forth, so she still rests in the temple wing room for one night, and it is not too late to go down the mountain tomorrow." ”

Zhang Yang pondered for a moment and nodded, "Master Trouble leads the way." ”

The wings of the temple are not far away, and the two small wings are on the side of the main hall.

"I'm sorry for you, Master Duowen. After arranging Tongtong, Zhang Yang walked out of the house, "Then I'll go down the mountain and pick her up tomorrow morning." ”

"Little donor stay," Duowen behind him suddenly stopped Zhang Yang, "Can you take a step to speak?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Yang was a little surprised, he didn't know what this Duowen master was looking for him, but after thinking about it, Zhang Yang didn't know what would happen to Duowen looking for him, so he simply didn't think about it.

"Okay. ”

"Please come with me. ”

Duowen gave a salute, turned and walked forward. When he passed by Duowen's residence, he did not stop, but continued to walk forward, and after a few more steps, the two of them had come to the back of the entire temple, but Duowen still did not stop.

After the two crossed a very hidden path, Duowen finally stopped in front of a wooden house.

"I'm sorry, little donor, but please wait. ”

Duowen put his hands together and bowed, and walked gently to the front of the wooden house, only to see him bend down slightly, and knocked on the door with a very respectful expression, "Master, the apprentice has something to see." "Master?

Duowen looks like he is in his 60s, if it is really his master who lives here, then how old should he be?

"Come in. ”

A somewhat muffled voice came from inside the room. Duowen signaled to Zhang Yang, pushed the door and went in to see, looking at the dark Zhang Yang in the room, he didn't hesitate and followed in. There are no lights in the house, but this does not affect the view of the flamboyant. The room is very small, with a pine table and two chairs in front of it, and there is a statue of a future Buddha on the table, in addition to some tea sets. Turning around to see the passing of a screen, on which were written the Buddhist scriptures.

Behind the screen is a low couch, on which sits this old man, who thinks he is a master who has heard a lot. Zhang Yang sensed it a little, and the old man who found it actually stepped into the path of cultivation with half a step, but for some reason there seemed to be another breath on his body that was not obvious, which made Zhang Yang a little confused.

At the same time, the old man also seemed to feel something trembling, and walked straight to the front hall.

"Master. Duowen bowed.

"Well," the old man bowed slightly, stepped aside to turn on the light, and then bowed directly to Zhang Yang, "This senior, I don't know what advice you have when you come to our temple late at night?"

A simple sentence scared Duowen to the point of dissipation, and Zhang Yang was also a little stunned by this sudden change, and for a while it seemed to have received a gift from the old man.

Not only did he hear a lot of news, but the old man's heart was also full of turmoil.

The person in front of him seems to be young, but he must be my senior, otherwise he would not dare to accept such a big gift