Chapter 808 Judge's Pen

  The monks are singing the scriptures.

  The wonderful rhythm of the scriptures was introduced into the ears, which brought layers of reverberations, which caused Yantao to have a wonderful feeling.

   Wuchen stood outside the door, closed his eyes, pinched the Buddhist beads between his wrists in his left hand, opened and closed his thin lips, and then chanted the scriptures.

   is the "Guanyin Heart Sutra"

  Yantao can't feel the blessing and redemption of Bodhisattva, but the scriptures can calm the mind and calm the air.

  After finishing chanting a verse, even the heart of Yan Tao was quite calm.

   "Amitabha~"

  In the hall, the monks put their hands together, shouted the Buddha's horns together, and continued to meditate.

   Wuchen: "Wait for a while outside, I'll ask the brother to come out."

Yantao nodded.

  The abbot of Tanja Temple is only seventy years old. He is covered by a robe and has a childlike appearance. He walked through the gate of the temple with dust-free support.

   Yantao stood sideways, her black eyes were clear and clean, and she looked at the old monk without any emotion.

   Kind eyebrows, good-looking, master style.

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

  "Amitabha, the poor monk is called Wuzhi," Wuzhi gave a gentle smile, "You are Yantao, right?"

  Yan Tao slightly nodded, treating her elders with a more polite manner, "I have seen Master Wuzhi."

   "You come with me."

   Wuzhi's vicissitudes of life swept over Yan Tao, "This thing has been in my place for 30 years. I didn't expect it to be taken out one day."

  Yantao was still thinking about what Wuchen said, and asked in confusion, "How did Master Abbot know that I will be in the imperial capital? And how do you judge that I am the one you are waiting for?"

"Hehe," Wuzhi laughed clear, unlike a seventy-year-old man, "I'm just an old man reciting the scriptures, where is such an unexplored prophet's ability. Master Yan came from a Taoist sect, and he should be better than me. I know more clearly."

   "Years ago, the deceased entrusted two important objects to me, and I hope I can help them save." Wuzhi walked to the door of a tiny courtyard.

  Although the courtyard is small, the decorations in the courtyard are well organized and extremely pleasing to the eye.

   "I didn't expect a day to be sent out..."

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

  Yantao: This old man is a bit strange.

   Xiaoqi touched her chin: It seems to be.

The meaning of   Wuzhihua should be that no one will come to take this thing...

   "Well, these two things can be given to you."

  Wuzhi held up a wooden box, and his old palm, which seemed to be like a dead branch, wiped the thick dust off the box, slowly and honestly, "Leave it to you, I hope you can use it properly."

  Tao Yan raised her eyebrows, but without taking it, she reached out and opened the wooden box.

  The old monk obviously didn't expect that the young man was so simple, his eyes twitched: it turned out to be that guy's child, just as unexpected.

  There are two things lying in the box.

  One pen, one brand.

  The pen is dark black, and the pen body is engraved with strangely shaped fonts. If it is someone else, it may not be recognized at all.

  Yantao raised her brows in surprise, and stretched out her hand to pick up the pen.

  When the white fingertips touched the body of the pen, a cool sensation of strange art spread into the palm of the hand, and it was actually so cold that Yantao was shocked.

  That is Yin Qi.

  She was a little surprised, regardless of the coldness of the yin air, she grabbed her hand and carefully observed the writing on the pen.

  After repeated observations, it was confirmed that it was a text.

  Formal meditation, ghost language.

  Yantao opened her eyes slightly, and her handsome face, like a demon, surpassed with surprise, "This is... the judge's pen?"

  (End of this chapter)