章節 735: The Talents of the Ancient Times

There was a compass in the Daoist's hands, and he seemed to be chanting while the compass was clacking as it turned, transforming into runes.

The monk held a string of prayer beads, and the beads turned continuously. When two prayer beads collided, they gave off a soft tap. The other hand lifted up a black-colored alms bowl and inside the bowl were a few spirit pills. He didn't know if they were obtained from begging.

Both of their clothes were tattered. The Daoist's clothes were turning white from washing repeatedly, and there were even a few patches; however, it could be considered clean. On the other hand, the monk's clothes didn't seem to be patched, and wind was leaking out from all places.

From the looks of it, both of them weren't having an easy life.

Qin Mu couldn't help falling in doubt. 'There are already Daoists and monks in this era?'

Founding Emperor was also stunned when he noticed the monk and the Daoist.