Chapter 808

Monks are singing scriptures.

The wonderful rhythm of the Scripture was introduced into his ears and brought layers of echoes, which made Yantao have a wonderful feeling.

Dustless stood outside the door, his eyes closed, his left hand held the Buddha beads between his wrists, his thin lips opened and closed, and then recited the Scriptures.

It's the Guanyin Heart Sutra

Yan Tao can't feel the protection and salvation of any Bodhisattva, but the scriptures can calm his mind and calm his Qi.

After a scripture was sung, Yan Tao's heart was quiet.

"Amitabha ~"

The monks in the hall put their hands together, shouted a Buddhist horn and continued to meditate.

Wuchen: "wait outside for a moment. I'll ask senior brother to come out."

Yantao nodded.

The abbot of Tangjia temple is only 70 years old. He is covered with cassock, with crane hair and young face. He walks out through the hall door with the help of dust-free.

Yan Tao stood on his side, his black eyes clear and clean, and looked at the old monk without any emotion.

Kind-hearted and master style.

The standard appearance of the abbot of the temple is similar to that in the TV series.

"Amitabha, I have no wisdom," said Wu Zhi with a gentle smile. "Are you Yantao?"

Yan Tao nodded slightly and treated her elders with a polite attitude. "I've seen a master without wisdom."

"Come with me."

Wu Zhi's wise eyes flashed over Yan Tao, "this thing has been kept here for 30 years. I didn't expect to be able to take it out one day."

Yan Tao also thought about what Wuchen said and asked suspiciously, "how did the abbot know I would come to the imperial capital? And how did you judge that I was the one you were waiting for?"

"Ha ha," said Wu Zhi with a clear laugh, not at all like a 70 year old man, "I'm just an old man who recites scriptures. I don't have the ability to predict anything. Young master Yan was born in a Taoist school. He should know more than I do."

"Many years ago, my old friend entrusted me with two important objects, hoping I could save them." Wuzhi went to the door of a tiny yard.

Although the courtyard is small, its furnishings are in good order and extremely pleasing to the eye.

"I didn't expect to send it out one day..."

Wuzhi took out the key from his pocket, opened the door and walked in first.

Yantao: the old man is a little strange.

Xiao Qi touched his chin: it seems so.

The meaning of Wuzhi's words should be that no one will come to take this thing at all

"Well, these are the two things. I can give them all to you."

Wuzhi held over a wooden box. His old palm, like a dead tree branch, wiped off the thick dust on the box and slowly said, "give it to you. I hope you can use it properly."

Yantao raised her eyebrows and didn't take it. She directly stretched out her hand and opened the wooden box.

The old monk obviously didn't expect that the young man was so straightforward and smoked from the corner of his eye: it was really the guy's child. It was the same surprise.

There are two things lying in the box.

A pen, a brand.

The pen is dark black. The body of the pen is engraved with strange fonts. If it is someone else, it may not recognize it at all.

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows in surprise and stretched out his hand to get the pen.

As soon as yingbai's fingertip touched the pen body, a cool feeling of strange art was introduced into the palm, which was so cold that Yantao excited.

That's Yin Qi.

She was a little surprised. Regardless of the coldness of the shade, she grabbed her hand and carefully observed the words on the pen.

After repeated observation, it was determined that it was the underworld.

Formal underworld, ghost language.

Yan Tao opened his eyes slightly, and his beautiful face was as beautiful as a demon. He was surprised, "is this... Judge's pen?"