Chapter 372: Japanese Inscription

Ever since Zhou Dao robbed... moved to the tomb of the patriarch, he always involuntarily associates with everything that has something to do with Baishi.

The patriarch Quanxia knew that he would not really bless him in the dark when he came to Xuantian to observe and study the crying grave!

Zhou Dao couldn't help shivering, and shook his head vigorously.

Woo...

At this moment, Hong Ming, who was in a coma, let out a painful groan, he stood up with difficulty, and with a "wow", he opened his mouth and spit out black water all over the place.

"Huh? This scholar's body is not bad." Zhou Dao glanced at it and couldn't help saying.

If an ordinary person is affected by the evil spirit and enters the body, generally speaking, he needs someone from the demon master to help him get rid of it, and he will lie in bed for several days.

Just like Wang Yuanwai in Ping'an Town, he provoked the yellow-skinned demon and was bedridden for more than three months.

However, the scholar in front of him was different, he was unconscious for a moment, and then he spit out the filth and evil in his body, which is strange.

However, Zhou Dao heard that some scholars study the scriptures and comprehend the teachings of the sages, and invisibly, they become bookish and majestic, which has the effect of warding off evil spirits.

clap clap...

Zhou Dao patted Hong Ming's back, and a ray of blood flowed in.

Hong Ming coughed a few times, his face regained blood, his body was warm, and all the evil spirits dissipated.

"Scholar, are you okay?"

"No...it's okay..." Hong Ming shook his head, "Maybe he's hungry."

As he spoke, Hong Ming showed shame, and then he looked at Zhou Dao.

"Xiaosheng Hong Ming, you made brother laugh."

"In the wilderness, this kind of weather is really not suitable for a scholar like you to go out." Zhou Dao subconsciously looked outside the temple.

The rainstorm is rampant, and the yin and evil are born together, and the yang is the weakest.

Some monsters are willing to take the risk of being struck by lightning, and they will also appear in the world.

Especially this barren land.

"I'm ashamed to say that although the capital is big, there is no place for young students to live. I have to come here and go to Xuantian Temple to find a place to live."

Hong Ming sighed softly, everyone said that he was a scholar who was useless, and reading and reading for the sake of having no food and clothing would be regarded as a shame for a saint.

"Xuantian Temple!?" Zhou Dao was taken aback, showing a strange expression.

Hong Ming nodded, and took out a copper coin from his bosom, which was round on the outside and square on the inside, with two ancient seal characters "Xuantian" engraved on it.

Seeing this, Zhou Dao couldn't help being stunned.

The copper coin in Hong Ming's hand was exactly the same as the copper coin Li Zangfeng gave him.

The only difference is that the copper coin in Zhou Dao's hand is older, and there is a deep notch in the middle.

"Why do you have this copper coin?" Zhou Dao asked.

"Isn't Xiongtai from the capital?" Hong Ming smiled slightly after listening to the question.

"My name is Zhou Dao, and I'm from Lin'an Mansion." Zhou Dao reported to the house.

After all, this is the capital city, and he is from Ping'an Town, so no one should have heard of it.

"It's no wonder that everyone in Xuantianguan's [Yuanqian] capital knows about it."

"What is Yuanqian?" Zhou Dao couldn't help asking.

It seems that the copper coin Li Zangfeng gave him has some origins.

"Although Xuantian Temple is just an ordinary Taoist temple in the capital, it is willing to do good deeds and spread kindness widely."

For ordinary people like Hong Ming, they naturally don't know the true details of Xuantian Temple.

In the final analysis, those Taoist priests were too low-key, enjoying the favor of the royal family, but still accepting the business of mourning and crying graves, but no one would think that he was so unusual.

"Xuantian Temple refined a batch of copper coins and scattered them all over the capital. As long as someone finds them, they can go to Xuantian Temple and find a place to live. Three meals a day, simple tea and light meals are always available."

Hong Ming couldn't help sighing.

This is the luckiest thing he has done in recent years. When he was most desperate, he picked up a piece of "Yuanqian", which allowed him to live under the Xuantian Temple.

You know, this coin is like a free meal ticket for the beggars and hooligans in the capital, who don't have to eat and sleep in the open, and have no fixed place to live.

Therefore, "Yuanqian" is simply a treasure for the existence at the lowest level, and only those who smoke from their ancestral graves can live.

Zhou Dao was dumbfounded.

He took out the copper coin that Li Zangfeng gave him from his pocket,

I was in a daze.

"Brother Zhou is so lucky that he got one too? I heard that the old beggars on Dongzha Street have been searching for more than 20 years but have not been able to find one."

"..."

Zhou Dao was speechless, he never thought that the copper coin Li Zangfeng gave him would be of such a use.

"What do you mean? Let me learn to beg for food?"

Zhou Dao became more and more suspicious. This cheap master likes to play tricks even more than the old man.

"Giving is giving, what are you doing?" Zhou Dao stared at the copper coin in his hand, speechless.

"The Taoist priests of Xuantian Temple said that the world is insignificant, and gods and Buddhas only save those who are destined." Hong Ming said softly.

"Xuantian Temple...is a bit interesting."

Zhou Dao narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly became interested in the special existence in the capital.

"Brother Zhou, since we are all predestined people, why not go together together." Hong Ming suggested.

"Alright." Zhou Dao nodded.

Not long after, the rain outside stopped, and the two walked out of the ruined temple and rushed to Xuantian Temple.

Half a day's journey came to the foot of Yanshan Mountain.

Zhou Dao raised his eyes and saw that Yanshan Mountain was towering, undulating like a dragon's ridge, soaring into the clouds. Looking around, the Cangshan Mountains are stacked with mountains, which is very mysterious, and the more you look at it, the more extraordinary it is.

"This place is really unusual, it occupies an aura of the capital's dragon veins, it's amazing." The more Zhou Dao looked at it, the more frightened he became.

"Brother Zhou, that's right there." Hong Ming pointed to the front.

At the foot of Yanshan Mountain, there is a group of buildings. From a distance, there are courtyards of various sizes, with three thousand tile-roofed houses stacked on top of each other.

Before that, there was an impressive sign on an archway that read "Deyiyuan".

"One is the Tao, one is the Tao." Hong Ming explained.

"Anyone who comes with predestined money can live in a courtyard."

Zhou Dao stepped into [Deyiyuan], most of the houses here were vacant.

There were only a few people, Zhou Dao took a glance, and even if there were people living in houses, most of them were beggars and refugees.

Their three meals a day were delivered on time. After a long time, these people were free and unrestrained, and there was a stench in the room.

"Why is no one receiving you?" Zhou Dao couldn't help asking.

"You can just pick an empty house and live in it." Hong Ming picked a house in a secluded corner.

Xuantian Temple will send people to check it regularly, if someone does not have copper coins to occupy the house privately, he will inevitably be punished.

"It's really doing nothing, it's quite casual."

Zhou Dao found the rules of Xuantian Temple more and more interesting.

He picked a room facing south, not too far or near to Hong Ming's residence, and asked Ga Shiqi to stay guard at the door, and then went out for a stroll.

"Brother Zhou, don't run around."

At this moment, Hong Ming also came out, seeing that Zhou Dao wanted to go up the mountain, he stopped him.

"What's wrong?"

"Xuantian Temple is different from other Taoist temples. It does not receive pilgrims on weekdays. It only opens its doors on the ninth day of September every year." Hong Ming explained.

"There are so many rules." Zhou Dao became more and more curious.

He knew clearly that Li Zangfeng sent him here definitely not for the three meals, a simple meal.

"Brother Zhou, let me take you for a stroll. Although this [Deyiyuan] is deserted, it is said that there is a famous scenic spot and historic site."

"Places of interest!?"

Hong Ming nodded. There is an ancient stele behind [De Yiyuan], which is said to have existed long before the Great Qin Dynasty.

Some people say that the ancient stele has some background, and it was also a Taoist temple back then.

As for Xuantian Temple, it is just a branch of it.

Sure enough, there was a huge stone tablet behind [Deyiyuan], which Zhou Dao saw from a distance.

The stele was inlaid in the mountain, like a rock wall, it was already dilapidated, only half of it remained.

When Zhou Dao approached, he froze.

On the stone tablet, there is a strange picture engraved.

At the end of the sky, there stands a high mountain, stretching from east to west, stretching across thousands of miles, like a divine pillar, connected to the sky.

There, a round of great sun, sinking and falling.

The afterglow of the setting sun is like a long river, with no end in sight.

"Sunset..."

Zhou Dao stopped and murmured softly.

On the broken stone tablet, there is still an ancient dragon and snake script.

"day!"