Dragon Emperor Of The Last Days: Evolve From Sign-In

Chapter 122

“Go and set up a tablet of longevity for the mysterious strong man, pray for him, and pray for God to bless him for life and health.”

The old man said.

Mo Shi couldn’t help laughing.

This is interesting.

Immediately he said: “I’ll go and see too.”

He had known for a long time that there was a small temple in this C2 base, called Yuansi.

He has also been there and signed in.

As a result, only one copy of Yi Jin Jing was checked out.

Don’t get me wrong, this is not the peerless martial arts in martial arts novels.

It’s just an obscure scripture.

So Mo Shi never went there again.

When Mo Shi came to the gate of Yuansi Temple, he saw that there were already more than 30 people queuing at the gate.

These people are almost all talking about the mysterious powerhouse.

“The mysterious strong is stronger than the super-upgraded zombie, and it is an existence far beyond the level 10 hunter.”

“Isn’t it, within an hour, two million zombies in the Scarlet City were cleaned. This is simply not a person, but an animal.”

“I’m going, you don’t want to live anymore?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not scolding him, but an exaggerated description.”

The man hurriedly folded his hands, bowed in four directions and said “I’m sorry”.

Mo Shi felt funny.

These people are already in deep despair, it seems that the end is about to fall on them.

As a result, the mysterious strong appeared, giving them hope.

It is not surprising that they now set up a longevity tablet for the mysterious strong.

It was just that when he swept through his mind, he was a little speechless when he saw the name written on the longevity tablet.

There are four words written on the tablet impressively: mysterious strong.

It’s a little too nonsense.

But think about it, these people don’t know what mysterious is called.

Mo Shi followed the crowd and slowly entered the small temple.

There are two monks in the temple, one with a white beard and looks sixty to seventy years old.

The other is only in his twenties.

When everyone saw the old monk, they all called it the master.

The old monk clasped his hands together, always returning the courtesy to everyone.

Mo Shi looked at it for a while, and found it boring, so he planned to leave.

But just as he turned around, something suddenly occurred to him.

It seems to have been heard before that this old monk used to stay in your province for a long time.

With a move in his heart, he immediately dispelled the idea of leaving.

When everyone was almost gone, they came to the old monk.

The old monk looked Mo Shi up and down, and said:

“The donor is extraordinary and extraordinary.”

Mo Shi was a little surprised. Could this old monk really tell fortunes?

Or face?

He shrugged and said:

“I’m just a corpse raiser.”

The old monk shook his head:

“Liu Bei also used to sell weaving seats, Jiang Shang also used to fish in clothes. The person who relied on it is not a high or low status, but a degree. I think that the donor is calm and calm, and everything becomes natural. It is an extraordinary person.”

Mo Shi Hahe laughed twice.

Flicker, then flicker.

He never believed in fortune-telling, face-to-face, and so on.

However, the old monk’s conversation seemed like a learned old liar.

Mo Shi then asked: “Master, I heard that you have lived in your province?”

The old monk nodded: “I have been the abbot of Cheng’en Temple in Fanjingshan Mountain in your province for 15 years.”

Mo Shi has heard of Fanjing Mountain, which is a famous Buddhist mountain.

On the top of the mountain, above the sea of clouds, there are two suspended temples.

The two temples are connected by a sky bridge.

To go to these two suspended temples, you have to go through a 10,000-step cloud ladder.

But this is not what he cares about at this time.

He said: “The master should have a good understanding of the terrain of your province.”

The old monk replied with a smile: “Although poor monks rarely go out, they have read many books and have a good understanding of the topography of your province.”

Mo Shi nodded.

He took out the map and asked:

“Master, I got a map by accident. What place is this?”

This is a map obtained from the system, and no one else knows what it is used for.

Naturally, there is no need to worry about someone coming to grab it.

Even if they really robbed it, they couldn’t walk so far in the wilderness to find the Dragon Ruins.

The old monk took the map and looked at it carefully for a moment.

Said: “Longxu, it should be the cave where the dragon lived in the legend. It’s all nonsense.”

Mo Shi nodded: “I also know that this is for coaxing children to play. It’s just curiosity, where are these two places.”

The old monk looked carefully several times and said:

“I haven’t been to this one in the new province, I don’t know. But this one in your province, depending on the location, should be near Fanjing Mountain.”

When talking about this, the old monk said with a smile:

“I think of a legend about dragons that I heard when I was the host at Fanjing Mountain.”

Mo Shi heard this and came interested.

The old monk ordered the little monk not far away to pour a glass of water for Mo Shi.

Reach out and ask Mo Shi to sit down.

He also sat on the chair next to him and said:

“The donor should know that on the top of Fanjing Mountain, there are two peaks straight into the sky.”

Mo Shi nodded: “One is the old golden dome, and the other is the Hongyun golden dome.”

The old monk looked up at the blue sky outside the door, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

“It is said that in ancient times, Fanjing Mountain was not called Fanjing Mountain, but Jianglong Mountain.”

“In ancient times, there were plagues and dragons that caused chaos and harmed the world, and the people didn’t have a living.”

“There are god-tier people who have suppressed the Plague Dragon by the mountain, and this mountain is called Jianglong Mountain.”

“And in the dragon’s head and heart, nailed a dragon nail. These are the two later golden domes.”

“It is said that during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, the Plague Dragon seemed to escape and was struggling constantly. The mountain shook.”

“Emperor Wanli ordered people to build four royal temples on the mountain to suppress the plague dragon.”

Mo Shi heard the words and moved in his heart.

Asked: “Master, is the plague dragon you are talking about, is it the Western dragon, or is it our Chinese dragon?”

Such a question stunned the old monk.

Then he laughed.

He shook his head and said, “It’s just a legend. Don’t take it seriously.”

Mo Shi also laughed: “I have been obsessed with these legends of gods and monsters since I was a kid, and the master laughed.”

The old monk also joked:

“We, the Chinese dragon, Shi Yunbuyu, and Fuze common people, are all good dragons; Western dragons are greedy for enjoyment, hunting for gold and silver, and harming the people. Presumably, this should be a Western dragon.”

Mo Shishen nodded appreciatively: “The master is right.”

After chatting for a while, Mo Shi put away the map.

Say goodbye to the two monks and leave slowly and leisurely.

The two monks arrived at the door, looking at Mo Shili’s back.

Little monk said: “Master, this guy is idle, like a street slut, what do you care about him?”

The old monk said:

“At this end of the world, everyone is in fear, restless sleep, and awake.”

“It’s rare to see a person who is as calm and calm as he is, who is self-conscious.”

little monk curled his lips and said, “It’s just pretending to be a crime.”

The old monk glanced at the little monk and said:

“Are you talking about being a teacher or him?”

Little monk shook his head hurriedly: “Master, how dare I say you? Naturally, I mean him.”