Murong Chunyu and Wang Jun looked at each other from a distance, both of them feeling extremely nervous.
At this time, Master Shi Lin's voice was extremely weak, and he seemed to be on the verge of passing away.
Zhao Rui stood aside and noticed something in his heart when he saw Master Shi Lin acting like this.
I saw Master Shi Lin slowly speaking: "This "Celestial Silkworm Art" is a magical skill that I accidentally discovered from the Buddhist scriptures. You two can write down the general outline of "Celestial Cannard Art" for the time being."
"You two must listen attentively. Ever since I obtained the "Celestial Candle Art", I have destroyed the true scripture of "Celestial Cannard Art". I don't have any handwritten copies on weekdays. Every word of "Celestial Cannul Art"
It’s all rotten in my heart!”
Next, for two whole cups of tea, Master Shi Lin's mouth never closed, and he recited the "Tian Can Jue" scripture at a very fast speed.
Wang Junyuan and Murong Chunyu did not dare to divert their attention at all, and tried their best to memorize every mantra dictated by Master Shi Lin.
After two cups of tea, Master Shi Lin had already recited the last sentence: "The bright moon at the end of the world, the true energy is in my chest. You two must keep the above in mind, we... in the next life...
..See you in the next life... See you in the next life.”
When Master Shi Lin finished speaking, he showed a wry smile and immediately closed his eyes slowly.
Alas, I am dying.
At this moment, Wang Junyuan felt that the whole world was dead. He simply could not believe what he was seeing. His master, who he had always regarded as the greatest hero in the world, could actually die like this.
Two lines of silent tears welled up from his eyes, and he fell to his knees with a "plop". In an instant, he was reduced to tears.
Murong Chunyu stood next to Zhao Rui, also bursting into tears, crying so hard that her delicate body trembled.
In fact, Zhao Rui knew Murong Chunyu's thoughts quite well. For so many years, since the death of Sun Biqing, the founder of Tianquan Sect, Murong Chunyu had always thought about handing this letter to Master Shi Lin.
Although I have never met Master Shi Lin before, I have been fascinated by Master Shi Lin for a long time. I think it is purely because Sun Biqing occupies such an important position in Murong Chunyu's heart.
After all, he had died a long time ago, and it had become a symbol in Murong Chunyu's heart. Now Master Shi Lin has also died. In this way, the three most important people to Murong Chunyu in her life have died one after another.
The first person to die was Sun Biqing, the founder of Tianquan Sect. He had been dead for many years.
The second person to die was Wang Po, who had nurtured and loved Murong Chunyu as much as Mount Tai. She happened to die at the hands of Wang Qiuxue's eldest disciple Wan Yu.
But this revenge has been avenged, after all, Wang Qiuxue died that day without a complete body.
The third person to die was Master Shi Lin. In fact, this Master Shi Lin was not too important to Murong Chunyu. After all, he had never seen him before.
It's just that we've been friends for a long time.
At this time, the sky suddenly became dark, and a heavy snowfall was about to fall.
Wang Junyuan and Murong Chunyu stared blankly at the body of Master Shi Lin, both of them were already crying.
Zhao Rui personally carried Master Shi Lin's body on his back, and the three of them walked straight down the steep mountain road.
Seeing the dangerous and magnificent mountains of Shaolin Temple, with mountains and rivers stretching one after another, one mountain is right next to another, and it is really impossible to leave this place as quickly as possible.