Yun Ruohan stroked his forehead, "Don't make trouble, it's still at the Tianmei Banquet. What's more, Xiaoqi and... haven't reunited with us yet."
Yun Ruohan didn't say the words "Little Martial Uncle".
But in an instant, everyone at Xiaoyaomen understood.
The happy atmosphere of the long-lost reunion just now, the worries and fears that had been deliberately forgotten, finally came to my heart at this moment.
Leng Yumo tightly grasped Muyan's hand, and said softly: "Little uncle, is he still alive?"
This question can only be answered by Muyan who lived to the end.
However, she couldn't answer.
In other words, she simply didn't want to believe the answer that only pointed to it.
Muyan moved her lips, and was about to speak.
All of a sudden, a blurred vision appeared in front of Leng Yumo, a young monk in a golden-red cassock.
Jing Yuan's always shy but peaceful face rarely showed a look of fear and panic.
Leng Yumo was startled: "Little monk, what's wrong?"
"Yumo, I want to leave for a while, I want to go back to the sect!"
"Little monk, what happened?"
There was deep reluctance in Jing Yuan's eyes, and his slender hands tightly grasped Leng Yumo's hand, reluctant to part.
For some reason, he had a premonition in his heart.
After this trip, he might not see Yumo for a long, long time.
Even what will change from here on out.
However, he had to go.
Every direct disciple of the Great Compassion Temple has had a spiritual bond with the ghost clock in the Great Compassion Temple.
Once the Great Compassion Temple suffers a catastrophe, the ghost bell will ring in their sea of consciousness.
The last time the ghost bell rang was a few months ago. He didn't go back that time, but in the end he received the news of the second senior brother's death.
But this time, the ghost bell rang more intensely.
It also proved that the accidents encountered in the Great Compassion Temple were even more terrifying and tragic than the death of the second senior brother.
There are master Bodhidharma and senior brothers in the temple.
He couldn't just sit by and watch them be in danger.
"Yumo, wait..." He wanted to say "wait for me", but the last word was stuck in his throat and he couldn't get it out.
Can he really retreat from a formidable enemy that even Master Bodhidharma can't deal with
If Yu Mo was asked to wait for him, but he would never come back.
Jing Yuan closed his eyes, and his figure began to gradually fade away.
Leng Yumo rushed forward, reaching out to grab it, but she passed through his figure.
"Little monk, where are you going? At least tell me, where are you going?!"
The figure in the golden-red cassock finally completely disappeared.
In the end, there were only three words left in Leng Yumo's ears, or in Leng Yumo's ears.
"Great Compassion Temple."
Great Compassion Temple! ! !
Leng Yumo suddenly widened her eyes.
…
Because the space was forcibly torn apart, the entire Tianmei Temple shook slightly.
Di Ming Jue, Jun Shitian and the others all focus their gazes in the direction of Jing Yuan.
Jing Yuan came to dive into the abyss only to accompany Leng Yumo.
From the beginning of Yin Yang sect, he restrained all the aura in his body, and minimized his sense of existence.
Because they didn't search deliberately, even Di Ming Jue and Jun Shitian didn't notice his existence.
But at this time, in order to rush back to the Great Compassion Temple, he couldn't care less about anything.
When Jing Yuan's figure completely disappeared, Muyan and the others came back to their senses.
"Fourth Senior Sister, what's wrong with you?"
"Did something happen to Master Jingyuan?"
"If there is any disaster, I will ask Mozun and Di Ming Jue for help."