: 678, the master's mysterious last words (three more)

678, the master's mysterious last words (three more), she unconsciously walked in the direction of the coffin...
When the moon scorpion reacted, he quickly reached out and grabbed her hand. The small voice: "Snow Yan Shimei..."
The sound of the moon scorpion made many people notice some abnormal snow.
The Vatican also looked over at her and whispered: "Small sister, you come over, the master has a message to you."
When I saw it in the mist, I immediately wiped away the tears from my face and ran quickly.
The people around them looked at her, thinking that why the head of the Van Gogh door would leave a last word to the teacher who was not passed down.
Van Gogh looked at the tears on the face of Xiao Shimei's face, and some of them felt distressed, but they still handed over a black testimony in front of the master to the younger sister.
He didn't know what the master said. However, as soon as he touched the black saying, he heard the consciousness left by the master and asked him to hand over the testimony to the younger sister. Although he could not understand it, he still relied on it. The words of the master have been done.
Mingwuyan took over the black testimony beads and held it tightly in his hand...
Suddenly, there were many complicated voices in her mind. Soon, there were many disputes. At first, the voice could not be heard. Later, she clearly heard the master say, "We can only sleep." Try it, and let it die, then I believe that my little child, you old things, don’t follow me, gamble..."
Then, it was the kind of noisy voice...
After that, it is calm!
What is the meaning of the master’s last words when he is standing in the fog?
The Vatican asked: "Little teacher, what did the master say to you?"
"Yeah, Tong brother can explain, how to arrange the position of Van Gogh's door?" Ren Lao sighed, some sad.
He knew that Tong Shixiong had received a closed disciple. He also quietly looked at these eyes these days. This girl named Xue Yan is indeed a good seed.
If Tong brother is still there, he will cultivate it with heart and cultivate it into a child who does not lose the Vatican. Unfortunately, this has not been enough.
"The master said..." The clear fog made a sound, but did not know how to explain it.
She unconsciously and firmly gripped the black bead. Suddenly, the black beads collapsed into the nine days of glory, and the black beads became a colored fairy key.
The people present were surprised and widened their eyes. "It is the secret key of Xianjia Medicine Park..."
"God! Van Gogh's door is actually giving the fairy key of Xianjia Medicine Garden to this little girl... Shouldn't it be for the master?"
"No, Van Gogh’s door is going to be in this snowy face!"
"No! Even if it is a closed disciple, she is not new, how can she be qualified for this position..."
The shock of everyone at this moment is as shocking as the death of the head of the house, that is, the elders and elders of the Fanmen are also an accident.
Ming Mist Yan is actually an accident, but now it seems that she was not accidental. She turned her head and said to the equally surprised Vatican: "I want to give the master a check!"
Although the Vatican had already checked the master before, but looking at the younger sister's persistent and determined eyes, he nodded, "I am with you."
Mingwuyan did not say much, quietly gave the spirit of the master in the temple, and found that there is no pulse, the blood has been still.
She raised her hand and gave her master a diagnosis. After a while, her face flashed a complex look. Soon, she took a pleasant surprise to pull the sleeves of the Vatican. "The soul of the master is not scattered. The spirit is not scattered..."
Van Gogh looked at the little girl's hand and her heart moved. "What do you mean? Is the master not dead?"
Ming Mist Yan Yi, immediately released his hand, some distressed to lick his head, because she is now Xue Yan, she can only diagnose, probably not sure of the specific details.
Thinking about it, she waved at the Vatican and signaled him to bow his head.
The Vatican approached a little and lowered his body slightly. "Little sister, do you have something to say to me?"
Mingwu nodded and leaned in his ear, saying a few words with a very low frequency.
After listening to the Vatican, I nodded immediately. "I know, I will hand it over to me. I will go to you later."
Mingwu Yan turned his head and immediately went to the side of the Van River brother, and said to him, immediately called him to go with him.
The people of Fanmen looked inexplicably and looked at the interaction between Xue Yan and the Vatican City. They felt that things might have changed.
When Nylando saw the Vatican and was so close to his younger sister, the whole person was uncomfortable.
Moreover, the snowy long seems to be familiar, but because the image of her cold in her heart is too tall, she did not associate the two people's looks at all.
The Vatican stepped up and whispered a few words to Ren Lao and several other Vatican elders. Several people looked at the Vatican with each other for a long time. For a long time, the old man said: "What the little girl said is true?"
Van Gogh nodded. "I believe him, the master also believes in her. The masters are dying of their death. Now, apart from giving the master a burial, there is no other way to do it. Let her try. She is a close disciple of my master. Before she came to Van Gogh, she took her to teach Van Gogh medicine for several months in Xianjiao Medicine Park..."
In order to speak for the fog, Van Gogh said that she had been to the Xianjia Medicine Park before, and then went to the fairyland.
After listening to the elders of the Fanmen, he hesitated for a while before nodding.
"Tong Shi brother is the head of the Van Gogh door. The little girl is the disciple of the brother-in-law. I will let you send your master's spirit to the Van Gogh door and hand it over to you. If you can save it." Your master, I will hand over other spirits to you, OK?" Ren Lao finally made a decision.
"Okay." Van Gogh did not say anything more, and immediately returned to the Van Gogh door with his master's spirit.
The other people in Xianmen knew that the new student named Xue Yan did not give his master a burial. When he wanted to save him, most people thought she was a konjac. Others said that she had a medicinal medicine. The secret key of the garden, deliberately put filial piety in front of everyone, do a show, but in fact, disrespectful to the original.
Even some people have suggested that the remains of Brahma Gate and the door of the Sanskrit Gate should not be handed over to an outsider to bury the vows into Lingshan according to the rules of the Vatican.
The door of the Fanmen is divided into two factions. On the other hand, the head and the elders are not allowed to be buried. They must wait until the result of the Van Gogh Gate, and they must insist on the spiritual burial immediately according to the rules of the Vatican, let the deceased enter the earth, and the two people At first it was a dispute, and in the end it was even a big fight.
And Mingwuyan couldn't manage these things at this time. The first thing she did when she returned to the Van Gogh door was to replace the clothing of Xueyan, to make herself back, to be masked, to be treated by the Vatican, who would be the master. The body is brought over.
Fortunately, the speed of the Vatican was very fast, and the master’s spirit was sent back directly, and the Fan River had already cleared the people near the master’s accommodation and imposed a ban on it nearby.
The Vatican took the body of the master out of the coffin and placed it on the soft couch that he liked most in front of him to facilitate the treatment of the younger sister.
Ming Mist Yan sat down next to her, her fingers touched the pulse of her master, and she had not started the soul diagnosis. Her life and death had already appeared in her mind.
"They are sleepy for a long time, life is endless, new people hate!"
The fog was dark and the face was dull. I repeated this sentence in my mind. Suddenly, she looked at the Vatican River and said with eagerness: "You can call the Mengge brothers over the eleventh brother?"
The Vatican nodded, "I will go!"
Van Gogh looked at the anxious little sister in front of her eyes, and then looked at the master who had no breath. "Is the master really dead?"
In fact, he has been carefully diagnosed. The master has more than just a pulse. In fact, even the fluctuations of the soul are gone. Even if the soul is not scattered, the spiritual power is not scattered. This does not mean that the master is not dead.
However, although he has such a determination in his heart, he still hopes that the younger sister is correct, and hopes that the master has a chance to live.
Mingwuyan did not answer the words of the Vatican, but he also diagnosed the soul of the master and found that the soul of the master was in a state of imprisonment, and she could not do anything.
She sighed, although she can refine the remedy of the soul, but it will not lift the taboos on the soul!
It’s hard to get rid of it for a long time. Needless to say, it is necessary to grasp the timing. If it is late, the master will really die.
Soon, Mengge came over, Mingwuyan said the diagnosis and treatment of his diagnosis, and then let him help to see the situation of the master.
Meng Ge nodded and carefully examined Tong Lao with his own medical ability. If thoughtfully said: "The body of the master is not a state of death, but a state of static seal, but his body is There is no trace of seals. Also, the seal state of the master has the possibility of being destroyed, so the spirit is not scattered, and the soul is not scattered. According to the results of the small teacher’s soul diagnosis, the time left by the master should be small. It is necessary to think of ways as soon as possible."
At this time, the Vatican knew why the younger sister would call Mengge. From his gaze and diagnosis, he was the rare eye of medical treatment in the world.
He glanced at the Vatican and said with earnestness: "Can we take the younger sister to the Brahma St.
The Vatican nodded. "I am going to tell the elders, little sister, you come with me."
Mingwu nodded, "wait for me."
She immediately ran back to the marriage space and changed back to Xue Yan's clothes.
Just go, there is a warm big hand at the waist, "Chaos baby, don't give yourself too much pressure!"
Mingwu Yan turned back and reached out and hooked his neck. Some surprised: "Do you know?"
Xue Yihan lightly tapped her forehead. "Tong Lao, they are my people who came out from Qianling Mountain. Of course I know. The Lingling Mountain has been destroyed. The mountain guardian of the Lingling Mountain is artificially destroyed. These days I will let people check this out, you are careful in the Brahma!"
Speaking of it, he really wants to put the Chaos baby by his side.
If it wasn't for this, he had already gone to the Vatican to see the Chaos baby and gave her a surprise.
The fog was nodded, and the intimate kiss kissed the snow and it was cold.
When she and the Vatican went to the holy house, they met Nylando on the head.