Chapter 617 The White Shadow in the Temple

Lingling muttered: "It's early in the morning, I don't know where to go?"

The carriage is bumping very hard. Pineapple novel

Feng knelt and wrapped his clothes tightly, and looked out at the bare hill outside the car.

The person who drove the car was a goatee who was almost disheartened. The old horse who pulled the car was listless. The worn-out carriage was barely stuck. The biting cold wind came in through the cracks of the board and slashed on his face like a knife!

Feng knelt down and couldn't care about these things, and his heart had already flown to Yunyao Temple.

When the carriage turned over the hill, he saw Yunyao Temple exposed in a corner outside the bushes.

Feng knelt down and sighed secretly, leaned back on the hard and cold carriage, looking at the gray sky outside the window, feeling panicked.

Suddenly, a tragic neigh broke the silence.

The worn-out car curtain was pulled down. The scene in front of him made Feng kneel and shocked.

The old horse who was pulling the cart was lying on the ground, foaming in his mouth. The goatee who was driving the cart was lying straight on the big bluestone beard by the roadside, with two shocking red handprints on his neck!

Red handprint, red handprint!

Feng knelt down and gritted his teeth, looking around.

A white shadow suddenly flashed in the bushes on the hillside.

Feng knelt down and rushed over desperately...

The dead grass in the bushes was still trembling slightly, but the mysterious white shadow disappeared.

Looking at Yunyao Temple covered by trees, the maple kneeling with its face turned blue. He had seen the white shadow. A few days ago, on a full moon night, outside the door of the Yunyao Temple Zen Room, a mysterious white shadow swam past in the dark corner...

The cold wind whistled across the ridge, and the withered artemisia lies in the cracked gullies.

There is a path made of bluestone in front of me, and at the end of the path is the purple-black gate of Yunyao Temple.

Feng knelt down and sucked the cold air into his mouth, and faced the bitter cold wind, he suddenly stepped onto the deep bluestone path.

The gate of Yunyao Temple was covered with a thin sword, and a thin sword was inserted into the thick door panel. The sharp edges were still dripping with blood, and bright red blood was dazzling.

This knife just killed someone!

Feng knelt down and hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door suddenly... The purple-black door fell to the ground, and the thin sword trembled violently on the door panel.

The huge temple is silent. The carved stone pillars under the eaves are still standing tall, and two-tall marble incense burners stand in the middle of the temple.

Things are still there, where are the lovely people?

Feng knelt down and sighed, trampling the hard door panel under his feet. He shook off the cold air, walked through the temple, and walked straight into the temple where the pilgrims worshipped.

The temple is offering gods. There is actually a handful of lit sandalwood in the incense burner in front of the gods.

Feng knelt and stood quietly beside the futon, but his eyes glanced at the temple.

In the dim turn of the temple, a white shadow stood...

Feng knelt down and clenched his fists, and cold sweat oozed out of his palms.

A chill rose from the back.

Feng knelt down and turned around suddenly, shouting, "Who?"

"I..." An old voice sounded behind Feng kneeling.

Feng was startled and was startled. After turning around, he saw an old monk sitting cross-legged under the altar.

The old monk closed his eyes, folded his hands together, and muttered something in his mouth. What was surprising was that the monk's robe worn by the old monk turned out to be snow-white.

The snow-white monk's robe is dazzlingly white!

Feng knelt down and couldn't help but look at the dark gully in the temple again, and the white shadows in the gully were gone.

The monk under the altar suddenly spoke: "What are you looking for by Donor Maple?"

Feng knelt down without answering, staring at the wrinkled face of the old monk, but said, "Master's Dharma name?"

The monk let out a sigh: "I am done!"

Feng Kneeled and heard such a strange Dharma name for the first time.

The voice of the settlement was very heavy: "Master Feng came for Yunyao Temple's case?"

Feng knelt down and nodded, looking at him with a surprised look: "It's really true that the master was able to avoid that disaster..."

After closing the intersection, he said: "No one is spared from the catastrophe in Yunyao Temple!"

Feng knelt down and wondered: "But Master..."

Lejie said coldly: "I am from afar, and the host here is my junior brother."

Feng knelt down and sighed: "Master remembers the friendship between his classmates. When he comes here to pay tribute, the host should smile with a smile."

The voice of the dying voice was desolate: "It's a pity that I'm a step late. Now... it's the yin and yang that are separated forever."

Feng knelt down and stared at the monk's face, and suddenly asked, "The master comes from afar, but he knows the surname below?"

After finishing his words, he took out a small yellow bag from his arms.

The small bag was opened, but there was a stack of crumpled rice paper inside.

Feng knelt down and took the stack of paper strangely.

There are many avatars of the character on the top rice paper, and the names of the characters are below the avatars.

Feng Kneeling and Kneeling in surprise, there were many people he was familiar with on it - Boss Feng, Master Li, Feng Lao Er, Li Du, Feng Xueping, Feng Kneeling and Kneeling.

There are still many people who don’t know each other. Feng kneels in the upper right corner of the first row, and there is a short sword shining with golden light next to the portrait!

Feng knelt down and asked in surprise: "What is this?"

After closing your eyes, you seem to have entered into meditation.

Feng knelt down and had to look at the second one.

The second piece of rice paper is unfolded, with rolling mountains, turbulent rivers, gloomy tombs, desolate ridges, and towering temples.

Feng's face changed when he knelt down. He couldn't believe his eyes because he knew the meaning of this painting!

That is the place where Feng’s treasures are hidden!

This is the secret of his Feng kneeling down. He will never tell anyone, and he will never die!

But this piece of paper...

Feng's pale face was a little distorted, and his red eyes stared at his dull face.

"Who is this monk? How did he know so much about our Feng family? I hid the treasure map in a hidden place. How did this monk know? Could it be a coincidence?" Feng knelt down and thought about this, then opened the last piece of paper.

On the last piece of rice paper, it was actually Yunyao Temple! The picture was a monk running around in all directions, countless masked people blocked the way, and the bright sword light shot from all directions...

Feng's face turned red with excitement.

Xiao Jie suddenly coughed violently, and he supported his hands and his breathing became very rapid.

Feng knelt down and leaned over and said, "Master..."

The dead face turned dead gray at some point, and he smiled: "I know you have a lot to ask...but... it's not the time for you to know those things..."

Feng knelt on his knees and his palms were cold: "The master has any hidden secrets that cannot be said?"

Jie smiled bitterly: "It's true...but..." Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently again.

Feng knelt down and bent down, intending to help him out.

Xiaojie shook his head and finally held back his cough: "But... you should leave here as soon as possible... not to cause any death..."

Feng knelt down and sighed: "Life and death have their own destiny. If there is a bloody disaster, I'm afraid it will be impossible to escape."

After finishing his mouth, he recited the Buddha's name and murmured: "You shouldn't have come... You shouldn't have come..."

Feng knelt on his knees and suddenly his lips turned black and his body was trembling violently.

Feng knelt down and said in surprise: "Master is sick?"
Chapter completed!