In a moment, an old man dressed in a yellow coarse linen coat with old beads in his hand hurried over, followed by the previous monk.

"Amitabha. Two distinguished guests, can you move to the old man's humble house, and let the old man sign for you. The abbot's eyes were full of anticipation.

Tong Dora didn't know how to answer, and Mo Han opened his mouth: "I still hope that the abbot will guide the maze." Please. ”

They came together to the abbot's quarters, and as soon as they entered, the abbot looked out, told the previous monks to keep the door, and sealed the doors and windows.

Tong Dorabai was puzzled, and a signed document invited the abbot not to say, but the abbot was still secretive.

The abbot looked nervous: "You two, please take a seat." ”

He looked at Tong Dora: "Donor, have we met before?" ”

Tong Dola shook her head, how could it be, she had just come here.

The abbot was thoughtful.

Mo Han thought to himself, she was the one who burned the Pure Buddha Temple, and the abbot is not too forgetful.

"You can say anything you want, and I can accept it for good or bad." Tong Dora said calmly.

The abbot bowed his head: "The old man's name is Jingbei, and the previous monk is the candidate abbot of the temple. This sign was written by the creator of the Silla realm, and he showed the world that whoever could draw this sign would be the chosen one. In the past three hundred years, no one has ever won the lottery, and there are many people from many sects or immortal level cultivators who come here to draw lots, and they open all the signatures, saying that this signature is simply nothing. We were also surprised that there was no such sign. But we believe in the Creator, so every abbot and abbot candidate has a mission, which is to wait for the person who has chosen it, no, to be precise, for the person chosen by the signature. Now the signature is automated. I didn't expect the poor monk to wait for you in your lifetime. God bless Silla, the king returns. The day is going to change. ”

Tong Dora was confused, what does my fate have to do with the Silla realm?

"Are you saying that the appearance of this signature indicates that the Silla Realm is about to choose its master?" Mo Han's face became grim.

"You are the Chosen One!" The abbot looked excitedly at the slender young man in front of him.

"Are you mistaken, I have no money, no power, no background, or the third stage of the Yellow Order, how can I be the chosen one." Tong Dora smiled and waved his hand.

"The current Silla Realm's Mortal Realm and Heavenly Realm are jointly controlled by the Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan of the Heavenly Realm. Their methods are brutal, they act as traitors, and they cover the sky with one hand. Many sects dare to be angry but dare not speak. Now the appearance of the signature is a kind of omen. The abbot was convinced that the young man must be the man the founder had said he was.

At this time, the signature suddenly flew out of Tong Dorala's hand, and a string of golden words floated in the air: the blood beast came out, the merman died, and the Qiankun mirror shone in the mirror; The gossip is together, the stars fall, and the phoenix cries blood. In a moment, the signature disappeared along with it.

The abbot was shocked: "I have never seen these words, and I can't understand the truth in them." However, the sign was automatically destroyed, indicating that it had waited for the Chosen One. ”

"Abbot Jingbei, I'm signing this off, and it's a good thing for the Chosen Son, so you must be mistaken." Tong Dora felt that this was not a good thing, and it would definitely bring a lot of trouble to herself.

"I also hope that the abbot of Jingbei and the empty master just now can keep it a secret, whether he is the chosen son or not, if the news comes out, it will definitely cause death." Mo Han's eyes were sharp and he said seriously.

The abbot bowed: "The monk just now is the candidate abbot of our temple, this matter is only known to the two of us, I am about to reach the end, and I will die soon, so I will pass this secret to the next abbot." Unexpectedly, I was fortunate enough to meet the chosen son, Amitabha! ”

"Abbot Jingbei, I am relieved, but the empty master hopes that the abbot will pay more attention, I only hope that the three of us will know about the golden word just now. If today's events are leaked at all, don't blame me for stepping on the Pure Buddha Temple. The threat in Mo Han's words was chilling.

Tong Dora has never seen Mo Han so serious, the relationship has been gentle and noble in the past few days, but today is full of cold and murderous aura.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency?" The abbot of Jingbei felt the majesty of a king.

"Mo Han." Mo Han said his name in a flat tone.

The abbot was stunned, he didn't expect that such people did not have the embodiment of the aura of a cultivator, could it really be as the outside world said that the dantian was completely destroyed and had become a wasted person. But he clearly felt the murderous aura on Mo Han's body.

The abbot fell into deep thought, this man was either bronze or king.

Mo Han turned around and left with Tong Dorala.

The abbot of the net north and the master of the empty watch them leave.

"Don't leak half a sentence about today's events, otherwise the world will be in chaos!" Abbot Jingbei looked at him solemnly.

"The disciple must be tight-lipped, but what kind of person is the man in white, and the abbot is so jealous?" Empty master unknown so.

"The Nine Emperors of the Dragon Clan!"

"It's not that five years ago, he fought with the Feng clan alone for three days and three nights, and his dantian was completely destroyed, and he has become a waste. In order to ease the situation with the Feng Clan, did the Dragon Clan expel him? "The empty master frowned, a wasted man, the abbot is so afraid, he is really old, this position should be taken over by him.

"Alas! He's not someone you and I can afford to mess with! Abbot Jingbei shook his head.

Empty Master A flash of coldness flashed in his eyes.