"When the evil dragon heard this, he finally did not take action. Then, he practiced here day and night with Zen Master Huiming, and finally converted to Buddhism and became another famous monk in the history of Dragon Soul, with the name Jue Yuan."

Dabao finished speaking in one breath, and Caiwei was dumbfounded.

Master Jue Yuan's reputation is probably unknown to every Onmyoji in the entire Dragon Soul Continent.

It was he who pioneered the elixir fusion method, and the profession of elixir refining was established from then on. Speaking of which, he can be regarded as the originator of the elixir school Onmyoji.

"Senior Brother, you and I are both onmyojis. When we get here, let's go to Fulong Temple to see it later, right?"

Caiwei said excitedly.

After all, Fulong is a place of pilgrimage for Onmyoji.

"Well, as a monk, how can I pass by such a famous temple without entering? I will go too."

"Okay, let's set off and our next stop will be Fulong Temple."

At that moment, Liu Xia drank the tea in one gulp and led everyone towards Fulong Temple excitedly.

Fulong Temple is the oldest temple in the Dragon Soul Continent. It has been baptized by wars and experienced many vicissitudes of life. It has seen almost every major event that happened in the Dragon Soul Continent.

When we arrived outside Fulong Temple, we saw people entering the temple to pray for blessings, rubbing shoulders with each other.

Caiwei was as excited as a child and ran right in.

Liu Xia followed the crowd, mixed in with the crowd, and entered the temple.

Although Fulong Temple is famous, it is not large in scale.

The buildings inside are not gorgeous, and most of the monks in the temple have very low cultivation. If it weren't for the plaque on Fulong Temple, no one would think of the history here.

Caiwei pulled Yao Wenxin to pray, and Dabao, as a monk, naturally had to chant sutras and worship Buddha here.

"Liansheng, please donate this money to the temple."

Liu Xia took out the silver and handed it to Liu Liansheng. It was not much, about five hundred taels, which was considered as sesame oil money.

Liu Xia actually didn't believe in these myths about gods and Buddhas, but he just couldn't stand Dabao, a lewd monk, nagging him day and night.

Recently, too many people have been killed.

Song Yuanshan accompanied Liu Xia to wander around the temple, and before he knew it, he arrived at the backyard of the temple.

At this time, a guard next to Song Yuanshan came in a hurry and didn't know what he said to him. Song Yuanshan clasped his fists and smiled and said: "Your Majesty, please take a stroll here. I remembered that I want to light a lantern for my mother here. There are some days when I don't have time to do it."

Come, I’m going to see the abbot here.”

"Haha, then go ahead and don't worry about me."

After Liu Xia finished speaking, Song Yuanshan left with his people.

This temple is not a sect, so there is no one on duty. The backyard is very clean and there are not many people.

When I walked out of the backyard gate, I saw a piece of vegetables that were growing very pleasing to the eye. There was an old monk who was pulling up his trouser legs and hunched over to weed the fields.

The old monk looked very old. His long eyebrows had drooped to his chin. His arms were skinny and boney, and he looked extremely thin.

However, his complexion was very rosy, he looked kind-hearted, and he was very approachable.

At this moment, the old monk was out of breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stood up with his hands on his hips.

After resting for a while, I stepped on a pumpkin with a diameter of half a meter from the ground, picked it up with difficulty, and seemed to be carrying it back to the temple.

"Let me do it."
Chapter completed!