Chapter 402: Peach Wood Card and Map
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"After I came out of that place, the more I thought about it, the more miraculous it became. When I wanted to go back again, I searched for a full month, but I couldn't find a way back. It seemed that there were blinds all around, blocking people's way. Therefore, I gave up." Yuqing replied.
"So strange? How did you find the group of tomb robbers who led you to track them in?" Yang Zimei asked.
"I remember that they seemed to be leading the way with something in their hands at that time, maybe those things were the key to breaking the barrier eye formation." Yuqing's eyes suddenly lit up, "I remembered, the one they were leading the way. Something similar to this peach wood sign."
"Uh?"
Yang Zimei responded slightly. It seems that in order to find the tomb in the future, we must rely on this peach wood plaque.
I just don't understand why this peach wood sign is hidden in this Japanese wooden box?
This wooden box should have been taken by Grandpa Yue Qing from the Japanese.
Maybe the secret was never solved when he was born, so he often took this wooden box out for observation.
"Niuniu, put this peach wood sign and map on it. When you are free in the future, go take a look with your man. Perhaps, there will be great gains." Yuqing said.
"Yeah." Yang Zimei nodded.
"By the way, if you meet that snake again, remember not to kill it, it has spirituality," Yuqing urged.
Yang Zimei was horrified when she thought of the poisonous snakes brought by the Ghost Conqueror.
Even if she has spirituality, it is better for her not to meet snakes again.
Of course, just like the snake doesn't attack her, she won't commit murder.
All living beings have spirits, even a snake is a life, and she will not kill it casually.
Yang Zimei wrapped the peach wood card in yellow silk cloth, and did not put it in the wooden box, but put it in the bag that she carried with her specially for various instruments.
Re-close the wooden box according to the easy number of plum blossoms, and put it into the bag.
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Yuqing brought Yuzhenzi and Yang Zimei to a ruined temple on the mountain.
There is only one temple blessing in this broken temple. He is about eighty years old. He has a dim-eyed pair of eyes, and he is carried on his back, which is completely different from Yuqing, who is immortal.
Hearing Yuqing's request to stay for a few days, Miaozhu did not refuse, but said in a vague tone: "Shouldn't the Taoist go to the Taoist temple? What is the purpose of the ruined temple of our Buddhist family?"
Since ancient times, Taoism and Buddhism, as the two major religions in China, have always been incompatible with each other.
When Buddhism flourished, Taoism was bound to decline.
When Taoism flourished, Buddhism declined again.
Yuqing did not have such a strong concept of portal, nor did the temple congratulations, so everyone lived in peace and harmony.
Miaozhu took out the tofu he made himself to entertain everyone.
This tofu is made from the sweetest spring water on the mountain and pure natural soybean raw materials. In addition, it is cooked by Yuqing, a super chef who makes vegetarian dishes. Whether it is frying, stewing, boiling, or deep-frying, it can be done. It was so delicious that Yang Zimei's index finger moved.
As she ate, she thought that Master's deadline was approaching, and that she would never have the chance to eat the vegetarian dishes made by Master, so her tears could not help falling down.
"It's a silly girl, I'm so moved by eating tofu." Yuqing naturally saw her sadness, half loving and half angry.
Yang Zimei didn't dare to raise her tearful eyes to look at Master, worried that she would be even more sad when she saw his loving face, so she lowered her head and kept picking the rice grains in the bowl.
"It seems that next time I have to change my uncle to cook, little nephew, if you have eaten the food I made, you will definitely be addicted." Yu Zhenzi waved his chopsticks with one hand.
"I don't believe it." Yang Zimei said deliberately.
"Don't believe it! Do you know what my occupation was before I became a Taoist priest?"
"Could it be the chef?" Yang Zimei wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and rolled his eyes towards the uncle.
"You guessed it right, and it's also a royal chef. He used to cook for leaders, hehe." Yu Zhenzi boasted.
Yang Zimei smiled lightly, she really didn't believe what Yu Zhenzi said, but chatting with him softened a lot of sadness and made her look good again.
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