"Go and set up a longevity tablet for the mysterious powerhouse and pray for him. Pray that God will bless him for a lifetime of good health."
The old man said.
Mo Shi couldn't help but laugh.
This was interesting.
He immediately said, "I'll go and take a look."
He already knew that there was a small temple in Base C2 called Liaoyuan Temple.
He once went there to sign in.
In the end, he only signed a book called Yi Jin Jing.
Don't get me wrong. This was not a martial art that could cleanse one's meridians and marrow like in Wuxia novels.
It was just an obscure scripture that was hard to understand.
So Mo Shi never went there again.
When Mo Shi arrived at the entrance of Liaoyuan Temple, he saw that there were already more than 30 people lined up.
These people were almost all talking about the mysterious powerhouse.
"The mysterious powerhouse is even stronger than the super mutated zombies. He's far stronger than a level-10 hunter."
"Yeah. Within an hour, he wiped out two million zombies in the blood-red city. He's not human. He's an animal."
"Damn, you don't want to live anymore?"
"Sorry, sorry. I'm not scolding him. It's just an exaggeration."
The man quickly put his hands together and bowed in all four directions. "Sorry."
Mo Shi, on the other hand, found it funny.
These people were already in despair, as if the end of the world was about to befall them.
In the end, the mysterious powerhouse appeared and brought them hope.
It was not strange that they were now setting up a longevity tablet for the mysterious powerhouse.
But when he scanned it with his telekinesis and saw the name written on the longevity tablet, he was a little speechless.
There were four words written on the tablet: Mysterious Powerhouse.
It was a little too nonsensical.
But thinking about it, these people didn't know what the mysterious powerhouse was called.
Mo Shi followed the crowd and slowly entered the small temple.
There were two monks in the temple. One had a white beard and looked to be in his sixties or seventies.
The other was only in his twenties.
When everyone saw the old monk, they all called him Master.
The old monk put his hands together and bowed to everyone one by one.
Mo Shi watched for a while and felt that it was boring, so he planned to leave.
But when he turned around, he suddenly thought of something.
I seem to have heard that this old monk had stayed in your province for a long time.
His heart stirred, and he immediately dismissed the idea of leaving.
When most of the people had left, he came to the old monk.
The old monk sized up Mo Shi from head to toe and said,
"Benefactor, your tools are extraordinary. You are no ordinary person."
Mo Shi was a little surprised. Could it be that this old monk really knew how to read fortunes?
Or face reading?
He shrugged and said,
"I'm just a zombie keeper."
The old monk shook his head.
"Liu Bei used to sell woven mats and Jiang Shang used to fish.
It wasn't because of their status, but because of their manners.
I see that Benefactor is calm and composed. Every movement of yours is natural.
He's definitely not a mortal. "
Mo Shi chuckled.
Dupe, dupe, dupe.
He had never believed in fortune-telling or physiognomy.
However, the way the old monk spoke made him sound like a knowledgeable swindler.
Mo Shi continued to ask, "Master, I heard that you used to live in your province?"
The old monk nodded. "I was the abbot of Chengen Temple in Fan's Pure Mountain in your province for 15 years."
Mo Shi had heard of Fan's Pure Mountain. It was a famous Buddhist mountain.
At the top of the mountain, above the sea of clouds, there were two floating temples.
The two temples were connected by a bridge.
To get to the two floating temples, one had to go through the Ten Thousand Steps Ladder.
However, he was not concerned about that at this moment.
He said again, "Master, you should know the terrain of your province very well."
The old monk replied with a smile, "Although I rarely go out, I have read a lot of books. I know the terrain of your province very well."
Mo Shi nodded.
He took out the map and asked,
"Master, I accidentally got a map. Can you take a look at this place?"
This was a map obtained from the system. No one else knew what it was for.
Naturally, there was no need to worry about someone snatching it.
Even if they did snatch it, they wouldn't be able to 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.
He said, "The Dragon Ruins should be the cave where the legendary dragon lived.
It's all nonsense. "
Mo Shi nodded. "I know it's just for fun.
I'm just curious about where these two places are. "
The old monk looked at it carefully a few more times and said,
"I've never been to the one in the new province, so I don't know.
But the one in your province should be near Fan's Pure Mountain. "
At this point, the old monk said with a smile,
"I remember a legend about the dragon that I heard when I was the abbot of Fan's Pure Mountain."
Mo Shi was interested when he heard that.
The old monk asked the young monk not far away to pour a glass of water for Mo Shi.
He reached out and asked Mo Shi to sit down.
He also sat on the chair next to him and said,
"You should know that there are two peaks at the top of Fan's Pure Mountain that reach into the sky."
Mo Shi nodded. "One is Old Golden Peak, and the other is Red Cloud Golden Peak."
The old monk looked up at the blue sky outside the door as if he was recalling the past.
"Legend has it that in ancient times, Fan's Pure Mountain was not called Fan's Pure Mountain, but Taming Dragon Mountain."
"In ancient times, there was a plague dragon that wreaked havoc in the world, and the people had no way to make a living."
"A powerful man suppressed the plague dragon with a mountain, and this mountain was called Taming Dragon Mountain."
"A Dragon-suppressing Nail was inserted into the dragon's head and heart.
These were the two golden peaks later. "
"It is said that in the Ming Dynasty, the plague dragon seemed to be trying to escape and kept struggling.
The mountain shook. "
"Emperor Wanli ordered people to build four royal temples on the mountain to suppress the plague dragon."
Mo Shi's heart skipped a beat when he heard that.
He asked, "Master, is the plague dragon you're talking about a western dragon or a Huaxia dragon?"
The old monk was stunned by this question.
Then he laughed.
He shook his head and said, "It's just a legend. Don't take it seriously."
Mo Shi also laughed. "I've been obsessed with these legends since I was a child. Master, please don't laugh at me."
The old monk also joked.
"The Huaxia dragon is a kind dragon that creates clouds and brings rain to the common people. The western dragon is greedy for pleasure, plundering gold and silver, and harming thousands of people.
I think this should be a western evil dragon. "
Mo Shi nodded in agreement. "Master, you're right."
After chatting for a while, Mo Shi put away the map.
He said goodbye to the two monks and left leisurely.
The two monks walked him to the door and watched Mo Shi's back as he left.
The little monk said, "Master, this guy is idling around. Why do you care about him?"
The old monk said,
"In this doomsday, everyone is afraid. They can't sleep peacefully and can't wake up peacefully."
"It's rare to see someone as calm and carefree as him."
The little monk curled his lips and said, "He's just a pretentious prick."
The old monk glanced at the little monk and said,
"Are you talking about me or him?"
The little monk hurriedly shook his head. "Master, how dare I talk about you?
Of course I'm talking about him. "
The old monk didn't pay attention to the little monk anymore.
He watched Mo Shi's back until he turned the corner in front of him. Then, he withdrew his gaze.
He chanted the name of Buddha.
"Amitabha."
He turned around and entered the small temple.
The little monk curled his lips and whispered, "He's kind."
He also followed in.