"Go and set up a tablet of immortality for the mysterious strong man, pray for him, and pray for God to bless him with a lifetime of happiness and longevity."

The old man said.

Mo Shi couldn't help laughing.

This is interesting.

Immediately said, "I'll go and have a look."

He had long known that there was a small temple in this C2 base called Liyuan Temple.

He has also been there to sign in.

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

Don’t get me wrong, this is not the peerless martial arts of washing the meridians and marrow in martial arts novels.

It's just an obscure scripture.

So Mo Shi never went there again after that.

When Mo Shi arrived at the gate of Yuan Temple, he saw more than 30 people queuing up at the door.

Almost all of these people were talking about the mysterious powerful man.

"The mysterious strong man is stronger than the super mutant zombies, and he is far more than the level 10 hunter."

"That's right? Within an hour, two million zombies in the blood-colored city were washed away. They were simply not humans, but animals."

"I'll go, you don't want to live?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not scolding him, it's just an exaggerated description."

The man quickly folded his hands together, bowed in all four directions and said, "I'm sorry."

Mo Shi found it funny.

These people were already in deep despair, and it seemed that the end of the world was about to come to them.

As a result, the mysterious strong man appeared, bringing them hope.

It is not surprising that they have set up tablets of immortality for the mysterious powerful people now.

But when his mind swept over, he saw the name written on the tablet of immortality and was speechless.

There were four words written on the tablet: Mysterious Powerful Man.

It's really a bit nonsensical.

But thinking about it, these people don’t know what the mysterious force is.

Mo Shi followed everyone and slowly entered the small temple.

There are two monks in the temple, one with white beards and looks like they are in their sixties or seventies.

The other is only in his twenties.

When everyone saw the old monk, they called him the master.

The old monk folded his hands together and returned the favor to everyone.

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

But just as he turned around, he suddenly thought of something.

I seem to have heard before that this old monk has been in Guizhou for a long time.

He felt aroused in his heart and immediately gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

After everyone was about to leave, they came to the old monk.

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

"The donor's ability is extraordinary, not an ordinary person."

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

Or face?

He shrugged and said:

"I'm just a corpse raising man."

The old monk shook his head:

"Liu Bei also sold shoes and weaving mats, and Jiang Shang also used to fish in straw raincoats. What he relied on was not the status of noble and humbleness, but the quality of the weapon. I see that the donor was calm and composed, and his every move became natural. He was determined to be an ordinary person."

Mo Shi laughed twice.

Fraud, then fraud.

He never believed in fortune telling, face-to-face, etc.

However, the old monk's conversation was like a knowledgeable old liar.

Mo Shi continued to ask, "Master, I heard that you have lived in Guizhou?"

The old monk nodded: "I have been abbot of Cheng'en Temple in Fanjing Mountain, Guizhou Province for fifteen years."

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

There are two hanging temples on the top of the mountain and above the sea of ​​clouds.

The two temples are connected by a bridge.

To go to these two hanging temples, you have to pass through a ladder.

But at this time he was not concerned about this.

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

The old monk replied with a smile: "Although I rarely go out, I have read many books and am still very familiar with the terrain of your province."

Mo Shi nodded.

He took out the map and asked:

"Master, I accidentally got a map, do you see where this is?"

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

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

Even if they really snatched it, they would not be able to go so far in the wilderness to find the dragon ruins.

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

He said: "Longxu should be the cave where the dragon lived in the legend. It is all nonsense."

Mo Shi nodded: "I also know that this is all for coaxing children to play with. But I'm just curious about where these two places are."

The old monk looked at it carefully several times and said:

"I haven't been to this in Xinzhou, so I don't know. However, this in yourzhou, depending on the location, should be near Fanjing Mountain."

When he said this, the old monk smiled and said:

"I remember a legend about dragons I heard when I was hosting Fanjing Mountain."

Mo Shi was interested when he heard this.

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

Reach your hand and ask Mo Shi to sit down.

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

"The donor should know that at the top of Fanjing Mountain, there are two peaks that penetrate directly into the sky."

Mo Shi nodded: "One is the old golden summit, and the other is the Hongyun Golden summit."

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

"It is said that in ancient times, Fanjing Mountain was not called Fanjing Mountain, but was called Jianlong Mountain."

"In ancient times, there were plagues and dragons that caused trouble to the world and the people were living in poverty."

"Those who have great supernatural powers use the mountain to suppress the plague dragon. This mountain is called Jianglong Mountain."

"And in the dragon's head and heart, a dragon-suppressing nail was nailed into each of the dragon's heads and hearts. These were the two golden tops that followed."

"It is said that during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, the plague dragon seemed to be about to escape and struggled constantly. The mountain was shaking."

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

Mo Shi's heart moved when he heard this.

He asked, "Master, is the plague dragon you are talking about, the giant dragon in the West, or our Chinese divine dragon?"

This question made the old monk stunned.

Then he laughed loudly.

He shook his head and said, "It's just a legend, don't take it seriously."
To be continued...