Based on the young master's reaction, Lin Feng thought that Lin Yu'er must have come to the temple as well.
Unexpectedly, the next sentence made Lin Feng's heart freeze.
"impossible!"
"She must still be alive!"
However, the little master said.
"Donor, don't be too excited. The young monk went to the river to fetch water and saw the girl. She should have been drowned by the fetching water. This place is a branch of the Yellow River, but in ancient times it was the main channel of the Yellow River. Many people who drowned in the Yellow River were mostly swept under the undercurrent of our Longma Negative Picture Temple. Look at the dense forest over there. In fact, it is our Longma Negative Picture Temple that redeems the souls of the dead and provides sacrifices to those who have died. Where the dead build their tombs!"
These words were a bit too big a blow to Lin Feng.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng asked again.
"Where is she?"
The young master replied.
"She is now in the temple on the mountain. A mage is grooming her. In about two hours, a salvation ceremony will be held for her. She will be buried in that forest like other deceased people!"
"Of course, if the donor is her family, you can also claim the body and take her away!"
Lin Feng's heart became increasingly heavy, but he had always been a person who believed in miracles.
He didn't believe that Lin Yu'er would die like this.
he said.
"Thank you, little master, for your advice."
Lin Feng was about to move forward, but the young master stopped Lin Feng.
"Donor, please stop now. According to the rules of Longma Futu Temple, strangers are not allowed to enter the temple. If you, the donor, want to claim the body of the female benefactor, you can wait in the forest at the foot of the mountain. After a while, the salvation is completed. Inside the temple Someone will send her body there!"
Lin Feng said.
"My sister can still be saved, there is no need to save her!"
"I'm going to take her away now!"
Lin Feng wanted to pass by the young master, but when the young man moved his hand, the broom was placed in front of Lin Feng, and the aura on it was so shocking that Lin Feng stepped back several steps.
This dark energy surprised Lin Feng.
The little monk who sweeps the floor of Longma Negantu Temple is actually a master.
Lin Feng flicked the water, landed on the Tai Chi below, and stabilized his figure.
Staring at him, Lin Feng said.
"I told you, my sister doesn't need to be saved!"
The young monk said.
"The donor doesn't understand. People who die violently will transform into corpses. Moreover, if their resentment persists, they may turn into ghosts. In this way, they will never be reincarnated. The most painful person is not the person she harmed, but herself! "
"Does the donor have the intention to let his sister go through such suffering?"
Lin Feng was really anxious.
Lin Feng could be calm about anything, but he couldn't be calm when it came to his sister.
but.
At this moment, a dragon roar came from the bottom of the mountain.
The sound resounded through the sky. Lin Feng and the little monk all looked down the mountain. They saw the ink dragon rising from the water, swallowing clouds and mist, standing in the mid-air, and bursting out with a powerful roar. !
When the young monk saw this scene, his expression changed slightly.
"Did it send you here?"
The young monk asked quickly.
Lin Feng nodded.
"That's right."
The little monk then nodded.
"No wonder, let me tell you, how could a living person find this place and the mountain path of our Longma Negatu Temple! It turns out that you were actually sent here by that ink dragon!"
After a pause, the young monk continued to ask.
"So, you have already obtained the contents of the golden coffin?"
The young monk knows about the ink dragon and the golden coffin. It seems that there is a great connection between the Dragon Horse Negative Picture Temple and the golden coffin.
Lin Feng did not
He hesitated and said directly.
"The Dragon Bone River Map is in my hand."
Lin Feng said and took out such a thing.
It was a bone larger than a palm. No one knew which part it was, but the river pattern on it was very obvious.
"The golden coffin was buried under the Yellow River by our Longma Ningtu Temple more than two hundred years ago."
"That place has not been discovered for such a long time. I didn't expect that you could tame the ink dragon and get the dragon bone river map in the golden coffin. It seems that you are the heir of the true dragon's bloodline! "ap.
Judging from the meaning of these words, the existence of Longma Negatu Temple seems to be waiting for the person with the blood of the true dragon.
Lin Feng nodded.
"Yes, I am of true dragon bloodline!"
As Lin Feng spoke, he let the aura on his body rise, and the cyan aura merged with the aura on the Dragon Bone River map.
The young monk was very excited when he saw this.
"good!"
"After waiting for so long, we are finally here!"
"Donor, please come on the mountain!"
The little monk made a gesture of invitation to Lin Feng.
There were still a lot of fallen leaves on the mountain road ahead. He swung the broom on the ground in his hand, and a strong wind swept away from his hand. All the fallen leaves on the entire mountain road were blown away by this aura. go.
The little monk touched the water like a dragonfly, stepped on the steps, and flew towards the mountain.
Lin Feng followed closely behind.
One hundred meters later.
They arrived at the courtyard outside Longma Negatu Temple on the mountain.
There is a sculpture in the courtyard, which depicts a negative figure of a dragon and a horse. The yellow waves are rolling beneath it, and the negative figure of the dragon and horse emerges from the water, looking up to the sky and roaring. In front, there are a few words written on the plaque under the eaves of the temple, which are vigorous and powerful.
Exactly, Longma Negatu Temple, a few words.
Lin Feng followed the young monk into the temple.
In the meditation room on the right, Lin Feng saw an old monk. After seeing Lin Feng and the young monk, the old monk with a long white beard saluted the young monk and said.
"Master, why are there outside guests today?"
Lin Feng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this title.
This little monk who looks younger than Lin Feng is actually called the master by the old monk?
but.
When he thought about Bu Xue, the founder of the witch doctor sect, who was over 200 years old and still had the appearance of a girl, Lin Feng didn't think it was so strange. The medical sect has a way to stay young forever, and Buddhism must also have a way to stay young.
The young monk, who is called the Patriarch, is the Taoist.
"My master, did he wake up today?"
The old monk with a long beard replied.
"Old Patriarch, he has not woken up today."
The young monk asked again.
"Where is the dead woman I found in the water under the mountain half an hour ago?"
The old monk with a long white beard answered again.
"She is in the backyard. Senior brother and the others are undergoing salvation!"
"Take us there!"
The little monk said casually.
In this way, the old monk with a long white beard led the way. Lin Feng and the young monk walked towards the backyard of Longma Negantu Temple. In the backyard, the old monks were sitting on futons in the yard, and Lin Yu'er was released. On the mat on the stone platform in the middle.
She lay there peacefully, surrounded by the hum of chanting.
Seeing Lin Yu'er, Lin Feng could no longer remain calm. He passed through the old monks and quickly reached Lin Yu'er's side and shouted.
"Yu'er! Yu'er!"
"Wake up quickly!"
