The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 746

Monks are singing.

The wonderful rhythm of the scriptures came to the ears, causing layers of echoes, causing Yan Tao to have a wonderful feeling.

Standing outside the door, Wu Chen closed his eyes, pinched the Buddhist beads on his wrist with his left hand, opened and closed his thin lips, and chanted scriptures.

It is "Guanyin Heart Sutra"

Yan Tao couldn't feel the protection and redemption of any Bodhisattva, but the scriptures can calm the mind and calm the breath.

After chanting a scripture, even Yan Tao's heart became quite quiet.

"Amitabha~"

The monks in the hall clasped their hands together, shouted the Buddha's name in unison, and continued to meditate.

Wuchen: "You wait outside for a while, I'll go ask the senior brother to come out."

Yan Tao nodded.

The abbot of Tanjia Temple was only seventy years old, covered in cassocks, with white hair and a childlike face, and walked out through the gate of the temple supported by Wuchen.

Yan Tao stood sideways, his dark eyes were clear and clean, and he looked at the old monk without any emotion.

Kind eyebrows and kind eyes, master demeanor.

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

"Amitabha, the name of the poor monk is Wuzhi," Wuzhi showed a gentle smile, "You are Yantao, right?"

Yan Tao nodded slightly, and treated her elders with a more polite attitude, "I have met Master Wuzhi."

"Come with me."

Wuzhi's vicissitudes of eyes full of wisdom glanced at Yan Tao, "This thing has been kept with me for 30 years, and I never thought that there would be a day when I could take it out."

Yan Tao was still thinking about what Wu Chen said, and asked suspiciously, "How did the abbot know that I would go to the imperial capital? And, how can you tell that I am the one you are waiting for?"

"Hehe," Wuzhi laughed clearly, not like a 70-year-old man at all, "I'm just an old man who recites scriptures, how can I have the ability to predict things like this. Mr. Yan was born in a Taoist family, and he should know better than me. more clearly."

"Many years ago, my old friend entrusted me with two important objects, hoping that I could help them keep them." Wuzhi walked to the door of a very small courtyard.

Although the courtyard is small, it is well-organized and extremely pleasing to the eye.

"I didn't expect that there would be a day when I could send it out..."

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

Yan Tao: This old man is a bit strange.

Xiao Qi stroked her chin: It seems so.

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

"Okay, these two things can be handed over to you."

Wuzhi brought over a wooden box, wiped off the thick dust on the box with his old palm like a dead tree branch, and said slowly, "I'll leave it to you, I hope you can use it properly."

Yan Tao raised her eyebrows, but instead of taking it, she reached out and opened the wooden box.

The old monk obviously didn't expect this young man to be so straightforward, the corners of his eyes twitched: It really is that guy's child, just as unexpected.

Inside the box lay two things.

A pen, a sign.

The pen is dark black, and the body of the pen is engraved with strange-shaped characters. If it is someone else, it may not be recognized at all.

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows in surprise, and stretched out his hand to pick up the pen.

As soon as the white fingertips touched the body of the pen, there was a wonderful cool feeling in the palm of the hand, and Yan Tao shivered from the cold.

That is Yin Qi.

She was a little surprised. Regardless of the coldness of the Yin Qi, she grabbed it in her hand and carefully observed the writing on the pen.

After repeated observations, it was confirmed that it was the underworld.

Formal Hades, ghost language.

Yan Tao slightly opened his eyes wide, and his handsome and demonic face showed a rare look of surprise, "This is... the judge's pen?"

(End of this chapter)