Chapter 808 Judge’s Pen

The monks are singing sutras.

The wonderful rhythm of the scriptures reached the ears, causing layers of echoes, which caused Yan Tao to have a wonderful feeling.

Wuchen stood outside the door, his eyes closed, holding the Buddhist beads on his wrist with his left hand, opening and closing his thin lips, and chanted the scriptures.

It is "Guanyin Heart Sutra"

Yan Tao could not feel the protection and salvation of the Bodhisattva, but the scriptures could calm his mind and calm his mind.

After singing a sutra, Yan Tao felt much calmer.

"Amitabha~"

The monks in the hall put their hands together, shouted the Buddha's name in unison, and continued to meditate.

Wuchen: "You wait outside for a moment, I'll ask senior brother to come out."

Yan Tao nodded.

The abbot of Tanjia Temple was only seventy years old. He was covered by a cassock and had a childish face. He was supported by Wuchen and walked out through the temple door.

Yan Tao stood sideways, his dark eyes clear and clean, and he looked at the old monk without any emotion.

Kind-faced, kind-hearted, and master-like.

The standard appearance of a temple abbot is similar to that in TV series.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's name is Wu Zhi," Wu Zhi showed a gentle smile, "You are Yan Tao, right?"

Yan Tao nodded slightly, her attitude towards her elders was much more polite, "I have met Master Wu Zhi."

"You guys come with me."

Wu Zhi's wise and experienced eyes glanced at Yan Tao, "This thing has been kept with me for thirty years. I never thought that one day I would be able to take it out."

Yan Tao was still thinking about what Wuchen said and asked doubtfully, "How does Master Abbot know that I will come to the imperial capital? And how do you know that I am the person you are waiting for?"

"Haha," Wu Zhi laughed loudly, not like a seventy-year-old man at all, "I'm just an old man who chants sutras. How can I have such ability to predict the future? Mr. Yan comes from a Taoist sect and has many strange sects at his disposal. He should be better than me. Know better.”

"Years ago, my old friends entrusted me with two important items, hoping that I could help them preserve them." Wu Zhi walked to the door of a very small courtyard.

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

"I didn't expect that one day I would be able to send it out..."

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

Yan Tao: This old man is a bit strange.

Xiaoqi touched her chin: It seems so.

The meaning of Wu Zhi's words should be that no one will come to pick up this thing...

"Okay, these two things can be handed over to you."

Wu Zhi held up a wooden box, wiped away the thick dust on the box with his old palms that looked like dead branches, and said slowly, "Leave it to you, I hope you can use it properly."

Yan Tao raised her eyebrows but did not take it. She directly reached out and opened the wooden box.

The old monk obviously didn't expect that this young man would be so straightforward, and his eyes twitched: he was indeed that guy's child, which was equally unexpected.

There are two things lying in the box.

A pen, a brand.

The pen is dark black, and the body of the pen is engraved with strange-shaped fonts. If someone else is there, they may not be able to recognize it at all.

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows in surprise and stretched out his hand to get the pen.

As soon as the white fingertips touched the pen body, a strange and cool feeling spread into the palm of the hand, which made Yan Tao shiver from the cold.

That's Yin Qi.

She was slightly surprised. Regardless of the coldness of the Yin Qi, she grabbed it in her hand and carefully observed the words on the pen.

After repeated observations, I was sure that it was Mingwen.

Formal inscriptions and ghost language.

Yan Tao's eyes widened slightly, and a rare expression of surprise appeared on his handsome and demonic face, "Is this... a judge's pen?"