Chen Yang answered questions and told them almost every detail of his life with the old man over the past ten years.

They listened very seriously.

After listening, I didn't speak for a long time.

Chen Yang asked: "Uncle Master, have the master never been to find you in the past few years?"

Jinkong shook his head: "No."

"Oh." Chen Yang wanted to ask, why didn't he look for it?

Jinkong is the abbot of Baiyun Temple. Logically speaking, the master should not be unaware of it as a Taoist priest.

If you know, why don’t you go?

He was even more curious, why did the master and uncle separate?

If we count from the year we entered the Taoist temple, we will be separated for at least seventeen years.

And he guessed that the time of separation was likely to be more than seventeen years.

Jinwen asked: "Senior brother hasn't mentioned us to you?"

Chen Yang shook his head.

The two looked at each other, Jin Wen said, "Since he didn't mention it, let's forget it."

"Where is the senior brother buried? Let's go and worship."

"Just in the bamboo forest behind me, I will take my uncle over there."

After coming out of the backyard, I happened to meet Xuan Yu and Xuan Zhen who were returning home with a lot of loads.

Xuan Zhen no longer had the indifference he had just now.

After eating a raw tomato, he finally understood what Xuanyu called "delicious" and what it tasted good to eat.

Chen Yang looked at the half-basket of dishes and was no longer heartbroken.

They are all their own family, eat with your belly open.

Xuan Yu asked: "Master, where are you going?"

"Go and burn incense for your master."

"Oh, let's go too."

"You guys go back first, let's talk to your master for a while."

Jinwen waved his hand and walked towards the bamboo forest.

When they arrived at the grave, the two of them were attracted by this grand yin tomb.

Jinwen walked around Yin Tomb, then looked at the surrounding mountains, and said, "The place I chose is excellent in Feng Shui."

"Xuanyang, you go back first, let's talk to your master for a while."

"Oh, okay, then I'll go back and cook first."

He won't participate in the affairs of the older generation.

Although the two uncles are old, they have flexible legs and feet and have the ability to do so, Chen Yang is not worried about them.

Jinwen looked at Chen Yang's back and asked, "What do you think of this child?"

"A very good child, let's talk about this tomb without saying anything else. Can someone else be so attentive?"

"This child is adorable. He is younger than Xuan Yu, but he is more stable than him, and he is not as silly as Xuan Zhen..."

"Can you speak? Xuan Zhen is smart. Besides, he is not like this to outsiders and his family. Last time Xuan Yu was bullied by the people in the temple, wasn't it all Xuan Zhen rushed forward?"

"I didn't say it's not good, I'm praising him."

"What do you praise like this?"

"Okay, okay, I won't argue with you." Jinwen frowned: "Senior brother didn't talk to him about us. Wouldn't it be nice to come here this time?"

"What's wrong with it? If you don't say it, I won't say it, Xuan Yuxuanzhen and others can hide it? Senior brother is just afraid of trouble and afraid of causing trouble to Xuanyang."

"Oh..." Jinkong sighed: "Senior brother has been busy all his life and has been thinking about others, but he never thinks about himself."

"Count it, it's been eighty-years since I closed my eyes and I still remember what my senior brother said before leaving."

Jinwen was also silent. The two of them knelt in front of the grave, lit the incense and lit the paper money.

A little bit of memories pops up in my heart.

In Taoist temple.

Chen Yang walked into the kitchen, Xuan Zhen was burning firewood and Xuan Yu was cooking.

One pot cooks rice and the other pot cooks.

Chen Yang moved a small stool and sat next to him: "Xuan Yu..."

"Don't you change your words?" Xuan Yu said with a smile: "Junior brother."

"…What do you care about so much? Just call you "You can have a piece of meat with your senior brother?"

"You care about me, I just want to hear you shout, hurry up, shout and listen."

"Go to the side of the family." Chen Yang ignored him and moved to Xuan Zhen's side: "Xuan Zhen, are my master and your master really brothers from the same school?"

"yes."

"Do you know why they separated?"

Xuanzhen asked: "Have you ever told you?"

"without."

"Master probably doesn't want to mention it. After all, those things are indeed not good memories for Master."

Xuan Zhen stuffed a piece of firewood and frowned unconsciously.

It seemed to be brewing emotions, but after a while, he said, "In the 1930s, the Japanese invaders invaded China, and our country was devastated and the people were living in poverty. Do you know these things?"

Chen Yang nodded: "I know."

"Do you know that there is a saying, "Go down the mountain to save the world in troubled times, and go to seclusion in the prosperous times"? This sentence refers to us Taoist priests who practice Taoism."

"When the anti-Japanese war, the master took his master down the mountain to kill the Japanese..."

"Kill the Japanese?" Chen Yang asked in a daze: "My master, has he killed the Japanese?"

"Is it strange?"

Xuan Yu said at this time: "In 41 years, Li Yuan from Qipantuo Taoist Temple had a long passage. He led all the Taoists down the mountain to fight against Japan and save people, and assisted the Eighth Route Army in transporting intelligence."

"Do you know the five-character lie in Langya Mountain? The surviving Song Xueyi and Ge Zhenlin were rescued by Taoist Li."

"It's a pity that in 43 years, the Japanese army attacked Langya Mountain, the Qipantuo Taoist Temple was burned down, and all the Taoists were killed. Taoist Master Li survived because he was not on the mountain because he sent information."

Chen Yang asked: "My master..."

"My teacher is just one of the people who are fighting against Japan and saving people in China. Everyone who fights against Japan is a hero. People don't have so much energy to remember everyone, but their efforts will never be forgotten."

Xuan Zhen said slowly, holding a firewood stick in his hand.

"That year, the land of China was full of smoke. The master took his oldest master down the mountain to save the people from water and fire, leaving only the master and uncle Jinwen to guard the mountain gate."

"The master was only ten years old at that time, and Master Jinwen was only nine years old. When Master left, the master asked him: Master, when will you come back?"

Xuanzhen learned from a child's tone and seemed to make herself laugh.

The next second, it turned into a bitter smile: "The master told him: I will return in the prosperous era."

A picture appeared in Chen Yang's mind.

Two young Taoist priests stood in front of the broken Taoist temple door, looking at the master and senior brother carrying swords outside the door, with reluctance in their eyes.

Time passed day by day, and the two little Taoist priests grew up, and often looked at the road that the master and senior brother walked at the foot of the mountain.
Chapter completed!