C77 (2/2)

Lin Jin saw that the woman looked a little worried, and was dressed in rich clothes, and couldn't help but laugh. So it was a fake Daoist, he immediately let her go, and continued to walk forward. Faintly, the woman's words of gratitude were transmitted to him, ”It's just a small matter and not worthy of respect. Please tell me how to resolve it …”

Thinking about the wall that he made a living for, Lin Jin could not help but laugh bitterly. It seemed like telling a fortune by wearing a Taoist robe and finding a Taoist temple was the best way to earn money!

Passing through this great hall, they came face to face with a simple pavilion. The pavilion was three stories high, and at the bottom, it was square with a circular roof. The pavilion was octagonal in shape, with eight stone pillars inside and outside. Each of the eight stone pillars had a golden dragon carved on them. The golden dragon rose high into the air, looking as if it was about to ascend into the air, very lifelike.

Entering the pavilion, he saw a pair of couplets carved on the two stone pillars in front of him. The left side of the stone pillar was carved with the words ”God is not” and the right side was carved with the words ”Infinity and Taiji”. Looking at this couplet, Lin Jin couldn't help but laugh, thinking of those good men and women who worshiped deities. The ancients who built this Qingyang Palace knew that they didn't believe in gods, and even carved this thing onto it. However, even though the modern world was full of science and superstition, it still remained a place of worship. However, he didn't know that begging others was better than asking himself. He had always placed his hopes on the immortal gods, and in the end, wasn't it just a mediocre life?

After he finished laughing, Lin Jin began to ponder again, ”Not using a god as a god, but Limitless and Taiji”, adding this Eight Trigrams Hall, wasn't this the essence of this daddy's five thousand words? He could not help but marvel at the ideas of the ancients.

Right at that moment, he actually saw a fist imprint on the surface of one of the stone pillars. At first, he did not pay much attention to it. He thought it was the stone pillar that had lost its cultivation and was eroded by the wind and rain. He only glanced at it briefly before leaving.

However, when he walked far away, the imprint of that fist appeared in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was amiss. Why was there not a single mark on the other stone pillars? But it didn't seem to be natural, could it be that the person who built this pavilion was a craftsman who intentionally created this mysterious sculpture? Did the ancients have to be so bored? If it was cement, perhaps before it dried and hardened, there would still be some traces left behind by bored people, but this stone pillar was clearly an incomparably hard natural stone!

After walking for a while, Lin Jin finally couldn't resist turning around and returning to the front of the stone pillar, carefully looking at the Fist.

At this time, a young man with a local accent said to a woman beside him in an obvious tone: ”Do you see the Fist on the pillar? Isn't that magical? Legend has it that on the night before the completion of the construction of the triquetine, the coiling dragon on this pillar was resurrected and wanted to soar into the sky to fly away, but was accidentally discovered by the deity on duty in the sky and struck onto the pillar with his fist.

Lin Jin listened to his story and finally understood the origin of this Fist. However, he disagreed with the man's words. Myth was just a myth after all. It was created by his descendants to fool others. But the Fist was real, no matter how much the later generations fabricated the story, it could not change the fact that it existed.

Then, how did this Fist come about? Lin Jin placed his hand on the Fist and started to ponder.

Looking at the slightly blurry Fist, he unconsciously felt his mind become blurry. Under the guidance of a mysterious force, he did not realize that a thread of cool zhenqi had followed his finger and seeped into the Fist.

Suddenly, he felt a loud noise in his head, as if an image had suddenly appeared in his mind.