This small island in the mist above the Yellow River is the entrance to the ancient Yellow River Road.
The murals on the stone walls are signs.
However, even if other people know the entrance, they don't know how to get to the ancient Yellow River Road. After all, even Lin Feng has to sit on the forehead of the ink dragon and walk with him before he can enter the ancient Yellow River Road. Look. Go to the Longma Negatu Temple.
It took about ten minutes to walk with the ink dragon.
Jumping out of the water, the front suddenly became clear.
That's right.
Lin Feng, who had obtained Luo Shu, had returned to the ancient path of the Yellow River again.
He jumped up in the air, landed slowly on the bank in front, and looked towards the mountain road in the distance. This time, he did not see the little monk Yuan Xin who had been sweeping the mountain road.
Who is that Yuan Xin?
Could he, like Li Shen, be a person who has experienced shedding and rejuvenated?
Lin Feng always felt that there seemed to be some relationship between him and Li She.
However, now is not the time to consider those issues. What Lin Feng has to do now is to trade Luo Shu for Lin Yuer's life. He passed over the reeds in front, preparing to walk towards the mountain road in the distance.
At this time.
But he saw that little monk Yuan Xin actually walked out of the forest over there.
He held a hoe in his hand, and there was a lot of mud on the hoe. There even seemed to be some blood stains on the mud.
The forest at the foot of Longma Negatu Temple is a cemetery.
Little monk Yuan Xin took a hoe and went to that place. What did he do?
Whose is that blood stain?
Thoughts passed through Lin Feng's mind, and the young monk Yuan Xin also saw Lin Feng. He asked with a very warm smile on his face.
"Donor Lin, are you back so soon?"
Lin Feng always felt that the gentle-looking face of the little monk Yuan Xin always seemed to be wearing a mask.
"yes!"
Lin Feng answered briefly.
Little monk Yuan Xin came over and asked again.
"So, donor, you have found the Dragon Bone Luoshu?"
"That's right."
Lin Feng did not deny it, but he also did not say that Luo Shu was on his own.
Little monk Yuan Xin didn’t ask any more questions.
He just bowed to Lin Feng and then made a gesture of invitation to Lin Feng.
"Please, Master Lin, go up the mountain with me!"
Lin Feng followed and he asked again.
"Master Yuan Xin, can you really save my sister? Can you tell me the specific method? I know that resurrecting a little insect and resurrecting a person are two completely different concepts! "
Little monk Yuan Xin was walking in front, and Lin Feng used his words as a guide to ask.
Na Yuanxin answered as he walked.
"It's indeed different. Resurrecting a person is much more complicated..."
When he said this, Lin Feng was still looking at the forest at the foot of the mountain over there, because there were many graves in the forest. In fact, the forest was not very dense. Coupled with Lin Feng's superior five senses, he also saw a new grave under a tree about four to five hundred meters away.
There was even a faint smell of blood permeating the air. This smell of blood not only came from Yuan Xin's hoe, but also emanated from the mountain forest.
Except for this new tomb, the others are all old tombs.
The old monk in ragged clothes said before that he was the tomb keeper and was always in the forest over there, but now it seems that there is no trace of him in the forest at all. There was a thatched hut, but it had collapsed at the moment.
Yuan Xin's explanation of the method of resurrection is actually very general.
Lin Feng just listened casually. He knew that Yuan Xin would not tell him the truth. Read the book
Therefore, what the monk guarding the tomb told Lin Feng before, telling Lin Feng not to believe Yuan Xin, was not false.
Yuan Xin is not a monk at all.
He lives in
This Longma Negative Picture Temple is more like a dove occupying a magpie's nest.
Otherwise, the old monks at Longma Negatu Temple on the mountain would not be so afraid of him.
The monk guarding the tomb in the forest has disappeared, and there is a new tomb inside. Lin Feng guessed that the old monk may have exposed the information he revealed to Lin Feng, so he was silenced by Yuan Xin.
Although Lin Feng wanted to ask what Yuan Xin was doing in the woods.
But what if he asked?
Yuan Xin would definitely find an excuse to answer, and such questions would only make Yuan Xin more suspicious of Lin Feng, which would be extremely detrimental to Lin Yu'er.
Back to the mountain.
The monks at Longma Negatu Temple were looking at Lin Feng and the young monk Yuan Xin.
They looked a little nervous.
Young monk Yuan Xin walked over, threw the hoe to an old monk next to him, and said to him.
"Remember, clean up!"
The soil and blood stains on the hoe were very clear, which made the monk who picked up the hoe tremble in his hands and almost dropped the hoe to the ground. In an instant, the man broke out in a cold sweat. He lowered his head and ran quickly towards the backyard.
The other monks lowered their heads and stood on the left and right.
Lin Feng saw every move.
Yuan Xin must have really killed the monk guarding the tomb, and moreover, he killed the chicken to scare the monkeys, deliberately killing it to show to the monks in the mountain temple.
Something must have happened while Lin Feng left here.
Lin Feng knew.
He must look for an opportunity to ask the monk here what happened.
Enter the temple.
Little monk Yuan Xin's hands seemed to be stained with blood.
He said to Lin Feng.
"Donor Lin, please wait in the meditation room here while I go wash my hands."
Then.
He walked towards the yard next to him.
Yuan Xin left, and only Lin Feng and a monk serving tea were left in this room. This was a perfect opportunity. Lin Feng picked up the teacup and accidentally let go. The teacup fell to the ground and shattered.
The monk quickly came over to clean up, and Lin Feng also squatted down and cleaned up.
he said.
"Donors don't have to be busy, just a poor monk can do it."
Lin Feng said.
"It's okay, I broke the tea cup."
After saying this, Lin Feng asked quietly again.
"Master, what happened in the temple during the time I left Longma Negatu Temple? I know that the old man guarding the tomb at the foot of the mountain was killed. Apart from that, is there anything else? ?」
As soon as he asked this question, the tea-serving monk suddenly became nervous, and accidentally cut his finger on a piece of broken tea cup.
It seems that something really happened.
I continued to ask.
"I know that Yuan Xin is not a monk, let alone your ancestor."
"Don't...donor, please stop talking...please..."
The monk serving the tea was pleading. As Lin Feng had guessed, this monk Yuan Xin had done something terrible during Lin Feng's absence. Moreover, the situation in Longma Negatu Temple is like a dove occupying a magpie's nest. Yuan Xin is definitely not the founder, but he deliberately let these monks call him that.
"As long as Yuan Xin is here, all the monks in Longma Negatu Temple will never have a day of peace. Am I right?"
The monk serving tea almost fell to his knees. He looked at Lin Feng pleadingly, shook his head, and was unwilling to say a word more.
At this time, footsteps came from the door of the back room!
