Donglin [Quick Travel]

Dong Lin walked out of the bedroom with a package on his back. He was not Mu Zigao's secret guard. His master was dead, so there was no need for him to stay.Originally planning to leave early in the morning, this was the first time he slept so late, the golden pink glow was shining brightly, and the sound of the servants sweeping the floor became clear.

I just locked the door and wanted to leave, but a little girl ran from a distance, took his hand and shook it, "Brother, I'm lost, can you take me to find grandpa?" Don't ask a blind man why he ran to this place. Coming here, and running so fast, she was originally here to find Dong Lin.

"What's your name?" Dong Lin was stunned for a moment, then slightly lowered his head to look at her. The little girl was pretty, clean and pure, with a flushed face.

The little girl replied blankly, "Xiao Jing, brother, you don't know me anymore."

Probably the little girl's answer was too natural, but it made Donglin feel that he should know her. Xiaojing was a little anxious, grabbed Donglin's hand and rubbed it gently with her fingers until the scar that stayed on his tiger's mouth On the face, his face was slightly dignified.

Dong Lin probably also remembered who she was. The life of the dark guard is too simple, remember what needs to be remembered, and forget what does not need to be remembered, so he only has a superficial impression of Xiaojing, so his expression is a little more relaxed , asked softly: "Xiaojing, who is your grandfather, and why are you here?"

Even though he was blind, Dong Lin felt that the eyes she was looking at him were too transparent, as if she wanted to see through him.Xiaojing looked up, seeing darkness in front of her eyes, but many complex emotions flashed in her eyes, and finally shook her head, "Brother, follow me, I will take you to find grandpa."

The little girl is very lively, even if she couldn't see her, Xiaojing was still bouncing up and down very happily. Donglin had to watch her so as not to get hurt, and finally walked under a willow tree. Xiaojing pointed to Donglin, "Look, Brother, that's my grandfather."

Dong Lin raised his eyes and saw that in the pavilion not far away, Mu Zigao was chatting with an old Taoist in Tsing Yi. He helped the package on his body, and Dong Lin said: "Xiao Jing, brother sent you here, you go there by yourself Bar."

"Brother," Xiaojing hurriedly grabbed his hand, "We won't go there, can you wait here with Xiaojing, Xiaojing will be scared if he doesn't see it." After a long silence, Xiaojing squeezed his hand even tighter. Tight, even Dong Lin could feel the sweat on her hands, and the tension was obvious on her face, "Okay, I'll be here with you."

This waited from the morning until the afternoon, when Qing Yang came over, Dong Lin stood up and made a bow.

"This benefactor, walk slowly. Pindao sees you are very kind. I don't know where I met him. Why don't you ask Pindao to make a fortune for the benefactor."

Dong Lin stood still and looked at Qingyang, "I haven't seen it before, the Taoist priest must have remembered it wrong."

"Oh, don't go." I haven't finished talking, old man, please cooperate.

As soon as Qingyang grasped Dong Lin's wrist, he was using the secret skill of Longhushan. The gate of life was held in his hand, and Dong Lin's face changed slightly, "What is the meaning of Taoist priest?"

The Taoist let go of his hand, took a step back, looked serious, and said with compassion: "From the point of view of the poor, the benefactor's fate is peculiar, and he must find a way to suppress his life."

"What do you mean by the Taoist priest?"

Qingyang shook his head, stroked his beard and sighed: "There is no solution, no solution, Qingyang has been walking in the world for many years, and has seen many anecdotes about ghosts and monsters, and has never seen anyone with such a strange fate. Hanging a thread seems to have infinite vitality. Presumably, the benefactor has encountered difficult things for ordinary people in his life. If he wants to solve it, there is a way. A hundred years ago, Mu Tai/Zu changed his fate against the sky. He was determined to bring his friend back to life, so Called capable people from all over the world to build the Yinling Mausoleum for him, but there is no record in the history books as to whether it was successful or not. If the benefactor is interested, he can go to the Yinling Mausoleum to have a look. This is all I have to say, and I will leave.”

Qingyang pulled Xiao Jing who was standing still and refused to leave, and whispered in her ear: "Go, go, the show is over." Dong Lin's brows were almost twitched, what did the Taoist's words mean?Let him steal Mu Tai/Zu's grave?

"Old man, do you think we succeeded?" The two of them stayed in Zhanwang Mansion for a short time. Qingyang declined Mu Zigao's recruitment with a word of universality, and left with Xiaojing that afternoon. Now the two are hiding in the An alley seemed to be waiting for someone.

"Whether he succeeds or not, I have contributed to the old man. If there is no credit, there will be hard work. Does he dare not pay him? See if the old man doesn't draw a Zhang Yin ghost talisman to curse him."

Xiaojing rolled her eyes when she heard the words, kicked him unceremoniously, and immediately there was a dirty footprint on the clean Taoist robe.

"Oh, my little ancestor, please be gentle, I just washed it clean, it would be bad for others to see it."

"Cough." A sudden cough interrupted the movements of the two of them.A person wrapped in black clothes walked out of the corner, with a mask on his face and a bamboo hat on his body, no male or female could be discerned.

"My lord, you are here. Look, the task is completed. This money..." The old man rubbed his fingers with a flattering smile on his face.

The man in black gave him a disdainful look, and said leisurely, "Of course you won't treat you badly if you do something for me, but Ying Eleven hasn't decided whether to go or not, so your reward is only half."

"Then, this," the old man said with a sneer, "It's fine to only have half of it, just don't give it up."

"Hmph, the money is here, come and pick it up if you want it, presumably the merciful Daoist Qingyang wouldn't mind picking it up from the ground." Changing a smiling face, "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it." Xiaojing was anxious to help, but he was stopped by his stern words of not interfering. Qingyang resisted the pain of being trampled under his feet, Gritting his teeth, he refused to say anything, "Oh, the Taoist priest is indeed profound, I admire you, so I will take my leave first."

Hearing the footsteps of the man in black walking away, Xiao Jing quickly helped him up, "Old man, are you alright?"

"It's okay." He poured the gold coins into his pocket, "If she messes with someone she shouldn't, she won't live long."

"My lord, you really want me to go to Mu Tai/Zu's tomb, but what am I going to do there?" Dong Lin asked with some distress.Although what Qingyang said was strange, he didn't believe it, but the adults asked the system to tell him that he had better go and have a look.

"Shadow Eleven, wait for us." Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the city gate, he heard the voice of a woman behind him.Mu Yu Muhua came here on a white horse with Bai Lin. After Mu Zixing died, Dong Lin never saw him again, but this time when he saw him, he felt like a world away. He tilted his head uncomfortably, and said, "I heard that you want to go to Beihai, and Mu Zigao asked us to go together. This is an agreement we reached before." Donglin didn't know what Beihai had, Qingyang said that it was the Yin Mausoleum built by Mrs. Mu/Zu Nitian, and he looked away from Bai Lin, "Then, let's go together." Bai Lin frowned slightly behind him, looking at the one he left first. The figure remained silent, Mu Yu Muhua gritted his teeth, reined in the rein and rushed forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Dong Lin.

North Sea

There was the sound of the waves, the rolling waves, and Dong Lin's hand caressing the wall made of steel, hundreds of years of wind and sand carved deep marks on it.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is here." Muyu Muhua took a breath, feeling the salty taste of the sea breeze in his mouth, and put the imprinted map into his arms, "He really knows how to choose a place, Beihai is the turnover place for Mu's overseas trade, aren't you afraid of being discovered by others?"

Bai Lin said in a deep voice, "A hundred years ago, this place was still barren, and Tai Mu/Zu specially captured it as a mausoleum. Okay, let's go in, Ying Shixi, and take out the jade pendant that Shui Linger gave you."

"Jade pendant?" Only then did Dong Lin know that the jade pendant given to him by Shui Ling'er turned out to be the key to open the mausoleum given by Mu Tai/ancestor to the first prime minister, the ancestor of Shui Ling'er.

The closer he got to the inside, the more he felt an unspeakable emotion affecting him. It had been a long time since he had such a surging feeling, as if he was revealing a big secret.

"Be careful, although Ah Lin knows the mechanism here, this mausoleum was built by the Wushang Palace for the Tai/Ancestor. Even after a hundred years, future generations still cannot know its full picture."

Seeing her face as if facing a formidable enemy, Dong Lin couldn't help wondering how she knew it so clearly, even Dong Lin himself didn't know about it.

There is more than one passage to the mausoleum, just like a maze, and there is more than one way to reach the center. They stopped the third wave of organmen, and they all seemed a little tired.

"Wu Shang Palace Artifact Refining Hall's Artifact Refining Memory is rare in the world. I don't know why it disappeared without a trace hundreds of years ago, leaving such a big trouble." Turning his eyes, he looked at Bai Lin, "Ah Lin, we are almost there."

"There is one last mechanism, and you can see Tai/Zu's tomb."

Mu Yu Muhua nodded, and said to Dong Lin, "Ying Eleven, you resist outside, let's go in and close the organs." "Okay." Dong Lin turned to resist the attack. It is extremely difficult to destroy, and Donglin can only stop them and prevent them from coming forward.

Passing through the ear room, the two of them came to an open space, with a high platform in the middle, on which was placed a coffin, and the ever-burning lamp was flickering on and off in the corner.

"Ah Lin, we finally found it." Mu Yu Muhua couldn't help but beam with joy. The secret of Mu □□ bringing people back to life is really not just a legend. Suddenly, he walked towards the passage he had come from.

"A Lin, where are you going?" Seeing that Bai Lin didn't pay attention to him, Mu Yu Muhua's eyes flashed with anger, and he stretched out his hand to hold the man.

"Let go of me, Ying Eleven is still outside."

"Heh, Ying Eleven, is he the only one in your eyes?" Suddenly a rumbling voice came, Dong Lin's pupils shrank, and the last blow swung the mechanism back, but Mu Yu Muhua had already pressed the mechanism when he turned around .

Bai Lin said angrily: "Muyu Muhua, what are you doing?"

A high wall was erected behind him, Dong Lin slapped the wall vigorously, and the organmen kept approaching.

"Chi." That was the sound of the organ man's steel arm piercing through Dong Lin's flesh and blood. Dong Lin reluctantly covered his wound, but was gradually drowned in the incessantly squeezed in organ man. Recalcitrant.

"Why, you see it now." She ignored Bai Lin who was in a rage, it was just a raid target with a long face.He pried open the coffin on his own, and looked inside with a torch.A large amount of thick, solidified black mist spread out from it. "Ah!" Muyu Muhua yelled, "Fu Yu, Ah Lin, save me!"

Seeing this, Bai Lin hesitated and grabbed Mu Yu Muhua's hand, and suddenly let out a muffled groan, and the thick fog passed, and both of them turned into pus.

"She didn't even think about letting you in." The pain in her body suddenly disappeared, and all thoughts were silent.Dong Lin found himself sitting on the sofa in the space, with no scars on his body.

"Master, are you okay?" The system squatted on the ground and looked at him worriedly. The handsome and tall man stared at the endless void with his hands behind his back.

"En." The tone was so flat that no emotion could be heard, but it made the system even more worried, so he asked again worriedly, "Master, are you really..."

"I'm fine. It's my fault. It's my credulity. It's my wife's benevolence." He raised his head and smiled freely, "My lord, is that what you want me to know? Unfortunately, if it's for a wooden If Yu Muhua changes himself, then I am no longer Donglin."

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Finally finished writing, the author vomited three liters of blood and died from exhaustion.