As soon as the cassock landed, a young girl got off the cassock and said to the patriarch with a smile, "Uncle Patriarch, Master Jingyuan and I are back."
The patriarch showed a kind smile, looked Wu Meng up and down, made sure that Wu Meng was fine, then looked at Jing Yuan, respectfully said: "Master Jing Yuan, have you found the person you are looking for?"
Jing Yuan's face showed a bit of sadness and trance, he clasped his hands together, and said softly: "Amitabha, I have found what I was looking for, thank you Wumeng girl for leading the way. I still have something to do, so I will take my leave first."
Wu Meng's originally red face immediately turned pale when she heard this, and subconsciously shouted: "Master Jingyuan, you, are you leaving now?"
Jing Yuan didn't see the affection in the little girl's eyes, but said softly, "Let's leave, little monk."
After speaking, his figure began to fade slowly.
But at this moment, Yabu hurried out of the room: "Patriarch, patriarch, Miss Yumo seems to have left something in the ancestral hall."
Hearing the word "Yumo", Jing Yuan's figure that was about to dissipate suddenly froze, and gradually condensed into a solid body again.
He subconsciously looked over and looked at Yabu who was speaking.
The patriarch also looked over in surprise, and saw Yabu hurrying over with a Qiankun bag: "Look, patriarch, this should belong to Miss Yumo, right? There are many precious pills and talismans in it, as well as some spells Miss Yumo accidentally forgot to take away the utensils and crystal stones."
The patriarch poured out all the contents of the Qiankun bag, and there was a small pile on the table.
And among this pile of elixirs and instruments, there was also a piece of paper on which was written in flamboyant fonts - "Thank you all of the Siqing tribe for your life-saving grace - Leng Yumo".
The patriarch's heart became hot, and he couldn't help but sighed in a low voice: "This child..."
He has already helped them so much, but he still wants to thank them so solemnly.
Suddenly, the paper in the patriarch's hand was taken away.
He turned his head in surprise, and saw that Jing Yuan, who had always been calm and calm, showed surprise, even excitement.
"Yumo, is Yumo here?" The little monk's clear voice trembled slightly.
For the first time since learning the news of the second senior brother's death, a brilliant vitality appeared in his dull and silent eyes.
When he came back from the floating island, he was full of anticipation and joy, and he just wanted to tell his master quickly that he wanted to return to vulgarity.
But the master had only three disciples under his knees, the second senior brother was missing, and the first senior brother was taciturn and rigid by nature, and now even he had to leave the Great Compassion Temple.
Jing Yuan was reluctant, so he gave himself a year.
He will look for the second senior brother for another year, if he finds it, it will be the best, and he can repay the master's kindness in case.
If he can't find it, he won't delay any longer, and will resolutely leave the Dabei Temple and wait for Yu Mo to ascend to the Immortal Cultivation Continent.
However, in an instant, everything changed beyond recognition.
The news of the second senior brother's death was like a heavy blow, throwing the entire Dabei Temple into chaos.
Master's grief can be imagined.
Even the always serious senior brother was in a mess and insisted on using the [Resurrection Lamp] to save the second senior brother.
Revive the soul, reverse the yin and yang, and go against the way of heaven.
Even if you really bring the dead back to life, you will have to pay a painful price.
But Jingyuan can't help it!
He was born in a pool of blood, and grew up in the filthy sin. It was the second brother who brought him back to the Great Compassion Temple, who was covered in sins, and asked his master to accept him as a disciple.