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After exiting the alley, Lin Jin clicked on the stack of bills, and discovered that there was actually eighteen hundred dollars inside, which made him feel extremely happy. With this much money, it was enough for him to travel back and forth a few more times from Ninghua, but for safety's sake, he divided the money into four portions and kept them in his pockets.

He spent four dollars to buy a map of the Shengcheng. After looking at it, he really did find a few places that piqued his interest. Looking down along the map, the legendary Du Fu Shrine and Wu Hou Shrine appeared on the map in shock. This surprised him, indeed, for a man who hardly cared.

However, this was not enough to surprise him. What truly surprised him was that the famous Qingyang Palace of the Daoist Sect was also in this city. This is the holy land of the Taoists that laozi has been to! He had read those five thousand words countless times. He had been to that place before. If he didn't take a look, how could he face the hardships he had gone through in those days?

Compared to the day when he was a modern writer, these five thousand words took him many days!

Looking at the station marked on the license plate, he realized that Qingyang Palace was only 4 stops away from him. In other words, he would only need to walk for half an hour. If you walk fast, you can see for two or three hours before dark. Thinking about it, Lin Jin kept the map and followed the road to the front.

Qingyang Palace, formerly known as the Qingyang Valley. According to the records of the "Collections of the Daoist Canon", this place was once called the place where Yin Xi preached his Taoist mantras. It was also known as the Green Sheep Monastery, the Mysterious Black Monastery. After the expansion of Tang Yang Sect in the last three years, he had changed the Qingyang Sect to Qingyang Palace because he had taken Li Er as his ancestor. After several years, he had changed his name to Shang Qing Palace in the fifth generation.

After more than half an hour of walking, a majestic, overhanging mountain gate finally appeared before his eyes.

On the top of the door, from right to left, the words "Qingyang Palace" were written in large golden letters. It was a pity that he was too upright and lacked some Taoism's elegance and transcendence.

On the left and right of the door, there was a pair of stone lions that were nearly two people tall. However, although they were big, they looked very silly and only looked cute without a single bit of power to them. Lin Jin walked over and saw seven or eight people lined up to buy tickets. When he asked for the price, it turned out that it was only two Yuan per ticket, which was much cheaper than some of the sights in Ninghua. He hurriedly took out two coins from the pile of loose money and lined up together with them.

After entering the palace, the guests dispersed in groups of twos and threes. Lin Jin slowly paced himself over, walking along the stone slab. The entire palace appeared very simple and unadorned, emitting a dense and hazy aura unique to a Taoist candle, causing people to feel that the air was filled with a mysterious and majestic aura.

But unfortunately, in the open space of the palace, there were quite a few red, green, and exceptionally beautiful modern flower pots, which always gave Lin Jin a weird feeling.

After walking not too far, they arrived at a grand hall with a low eaves. From afar, one could see people kneeling and burning incense. However, although Lin Jin cultivated the Dao, he never paid his respects to an immortal god, and continued to walk forward. However, he did not expect that when he approached the palace, he would discover that half of his companions were solemnly looking at the palm of the hand of a middle-aged woman.

It was a young daoist priest about five or six years older than him. He was holding onto the plump palm of the middle-aged woman. The young daoist priest was currently speaking while shaking his head.

Lin Jin was extremely curious, could it be that this Taoist was even a dao person? With a thought, he hurriedly went to the side to listen. He just so happened to hear that Taoist say, "..." "You have a long relationship, but there are some twists and turns. There must be some unpleasantness between husband and wife these days, but after this upheaval, it is as good as the sun. Also, your career is very good, and you are very strong, but you must be careful not to offend people during this period of time …"

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.