Originally, looking at the little master's reaction, Lin Feng felt that Lin Yu'er must have also come to this temple.

Unexpectedly, the next sentence made Lin Feng's heart half cold.

"Impossible!"

"She must still be alive!"

However, the little master said.

"Don't be too excited, the little monk went to the river to fetch water and saw the girl. She should have drowned in the water, a branch of the Yellow River, but in ancient times it was the main channel of the Yellow River. Most of the people who drowned in the Yellow River will be swept under our Longma Negative Diagram Temple, and you can see that dense forest over there, in fact, it is the place where our Ryoma Negative Diagram Temple overtook the souls of the dead and built graves for those who died!"

These words were a bit too big for Lin Feng.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng asked again.

"Where is she?"

The little master replied.

"She's in the temple on the mountain right now, and the mage is grooming her, and in about two hours, she'll perform a transcendent ceremony. She will be buried in that forest like the rest of the dead!"

"Of course, if you are her family, you can also claim the body and take her away!"

Lin Feng's mood became heavier and heavier, 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 continue walking, but the little master stopped Lin Feng.

"Donor, please stop first, the rules of the Ryoma Negative Picture Temple, the living are not allowed to enter the temple. If you want to claim the body of the female benefactor, you can go to the forest at the bottom of the mountain and wait, and later, when the time is over, there will be someone in the temple to send her body over!"

Lin Feng said.

"My sister is still saved, she doesn't have to be overdone!"

"I'm going to take her away now!"

Lin Feng wanted to pass past this little master, but as soon as the young man's hand moved, the broom was horizontal in front of Lin Feng, and the aura on it was so stunned that Lin Feng retreated a few steps back again and again.

This dark energy surprised Lin Feng.

The little monk who swept the floor in the Longma Negative Picture Temple turned out to be a master.

Lin Feng clicked on the water and landed on the Tai Chi below, stabilizing his body.

Staring at him, Lin Feng said.

"I said, my sister doesn't need to be excessive!"

But the little monk said.

"The donor doesn't understand, the person who dies will be transformed, and if the resentment does not dissipate, he may turn into a ghost, so that he will never be able to be reborn, and the most painful thing is not the person who was killed by her, in fact, it is herself!"

"Could it be that the donor has the heart to let his sister go through this kind of suffering?"

Lin Feng was really a little anxious.

In the face of anything, Lin Feng can be calm, but in the face of his sister's affairs, he can't be calm.

But.

At this moment, a dragon groan came from the bottom of the mountain.

The voice resounded through the sky, and the eyes of Lin Feng and the little monk all looked down the mountain, only to see that the ink Jiao rose from the water, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, standing in the air, and bursting out with a powerful roar!

When the little monk saw this scene, his face changed slightly.

"It sent you?"

The little monk quickly asked.

Lin Feng nodded.

"That's right."

The little monk then nodded.

"No wonder, I said, how can a living person find this place, and still find the mountain path of our Ryoma Negative Diagram Temple! It turns out that you were actually sent by that ink Jiao!"

After a pause, the little monk continued to ask.

"So, you've got the contents of the golden coffin?"

The little monk knows Mojiao and the golden coffin, and it seems that there is a great connection between this Longma Negative Picture Temple and the golden coffin.

Lin Feng didn't

Hesitated, said directly.

"The Dragonbone River Diagram is in my hand."

Lin Feng said, and took out that thing.

It was a bone larger than a palm, and no one knew which part it was, but the river pattern on it was very obvious.

"The golden coffin is our Longma Negative Tu Temple, which was buried under the Yellow River more than 200 years ago."

"That place, after so long, no one has been discovered, I didn't expect that you to be able to tame that ink Jiao and get the dragon bone river diagram in the golden coffin, it seems that you are the descendant of the true dragon bloodline!" ap.

Listening to the meaning of this, the existence of this Dragon Horse Negative Diagram Temple seems to be waiting for the person who has the true dragon bloodline.

Lin Feng nodded.

"That's right, I'm the True Dragon Bloodline!"

Lin Feng said, and let the aura on his body rise, and the cyan aura and the aura on the dragon bone river diagram were all fused together.

When the little monk saw this, he was excited.

"Not bad!"

"We've waited so long, and we've finally arrived!"

"Donor, please 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 in front of him, but I saw him, the broom in his hand was thrown to the ground, and a strong wind swept away from his hand, and all the fallen leaves on the entire mountain road were blown away by this aura.

The little monk clicked on the water, stepped on the steps, and swept towards the mountain.

Lin Feng followed.

100 meters later.

And they came to the courtyard outside the temple of Naryoma on the mountain.

There is a sculpture in this compound, which is the negative picture of the dragon horse, the yellow waves are rolling under it, and the negative picture of the dragon and horse comes out of the water, looking up to the sky and roaring. In front, on the plaque under the eaves of the temple, a few words are written, vigorous and powerful.

Exactly, Ryoma Negative Figure Temple, a few words.

Lin Feng followed the little monk into the temple.

In the meditation room on the right-hand side, Lin Feng saw a very old monk, and after seeing Lin Feng and the little monk, the monk who was very old and had a long white beard saluted the little monk and said.

"Master, today, how can there be any foreign guests?"

When Lin Feng heard this title, he couldn't help but be stunned.

This little monk, who looked younger than Lin Feng, was actually called his ancestor by that old monk?

But.

Thinking of Bu Xue, the ancestor of the witch doctor sect, who was more than two hundred years old and had the same appearance as a girl, Lin Feng felt that it was not so unusual, the medical sect had a way to stay young forever, and presumably the Buddhism sect also had a way to be a Buddhist sect.

The little monk who is called the patriarch is the Tao.

"My master, have you woken up today?"

The bearded old monk replied.

"Old Patriarch, he has not woken up today."

The little monk asked again.

"What about the dead woman I found in the water down the mountain half an hour ago?"

The white-bearded old monk replied again.

"She's in the backyard, senior brother and a few of them, they're overkill!"

"Take us there!"

The little monk said casually.

In this way, the white long-bearded old monk led the way in front, Lin Feng and the little monk walked towards the backyard of this Longma Negative Figure Temple, in the backyard, those old monks sat on the futon in the courtyard, and Lin Yu'er was placed on the mat on the stone platform in the middle.

She lay there peacefully, surrounded by the sound of humming chanting.

Seeing Lin Yu'er, Lin Feng couldn't calm down anymore, he passed through those old monks, and quickly came to Lin Yu'er's side and shouted.

"Rain! Rain!"

"Wake up!"