The National Royal Card starts the engraving of the Chinese dragon

Just when Taylor was thinking about the follow-up plan, eight people carried Linhui's coffin to the front of the crowd, and everyone subconsciously moved out of the way, watching him being carried away.

The next moment, Lin Guang gently pushed Lin An, Lin An was stunned, and immediately took a step forward, following Lin Hui's coffin, walking silently, Lin Guang also hurriedly followed, Taylor and the three They looked at each other with a smile, and followed behind.

A large army of thousands of people followed behind the eight people who carried Linhui's coffin, and walked out of the gate of the main hall in a mighty manner.

To the east of the main hall is a mountain peak, where the mausoleum of the archbishops of the main hall is located. The team, led by eight coffin bearers, walked along the mountain road towards the top of the mountain.

The mountain is not very high, everyone has used the blessing of magic power, so the speed is very fast, and it didn't take long before they climbed to the top of the mountain smoothly.

The entrance of the mausoleum is a huge cave. At the entrance of the cave are two closed tall stone doors, which isolate everything from the outside.

rumbling~

The eight members of the coffin-carrying team each took out a fragment, put the eight pieces together, and fitted them perfectly in a depression. The ground shook slightly, and the closed tall stone door slowly opened in the next second.

A chill spread instantly, and everyone present couldn't help shivering.

"so cold."

Lin An rubbed his hands helplessly, and Lin Guang who was beside him gave him a blank look, his face full of impatience, as if Lin An had humiliated her.

"The Suzuki of our sanctuary is a place of extreme cold."

Seeing Lin An like this, Taylor couldn't help smiling, and leaned closer to him, which made Lin Guang very dissatisfied, but it was hard to get angry.

"That's why it's so cold, the archbishop doesn't have to worry, it's harmless to the human body."

This is a legendary place of geomantic omen. Only the archbishop of the main hall is eligible to be buried here after the death of the archbishop of the main hall. The archbishop of the branch hall does not have this honor. As Taylor introduced it to Lin An, there was a trace of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Should I go, this old guy really wants to be buried here?"

Lin An complained in his heart, is he tired of working?

"archbishop?"

Seeing Lin An lost his mind, Taylor quickly shouted.

"what?"

Lin An was shocked, his thoughts were pulled back, he immediately looked at Taylor, and asked weakly.

"I... I will be buried here in the future?"

"It stands to reason so."

Taylor thinks Lin An is a bit brainless, thinking of dying at such a young age?

"However, the archbishop is still young, and it is time to show his ambitions. How could he die? With the old man around, no one will hurt you."

After finishing speaking, he deliberately cast a glance at Lin Guang who was at the side, not missing the chance to win Lin An over at all.

"That's right, that's right, we will do our best to assist the archbishop, and we won't let someone hurt you a bit!"

Berg nodded again and again, echoing Taylor's words. It seemed that he was loyal, which was very touching.

"That's right, swear to protect the consolation of the archbishop!"

Fugil also quickly expressed his attitude, and the three of them sang together, which confused the people around them, and they could no longer understand what was going on. The water in the main hall was too deep, and the situation was too complicated. The archbishop of the branch hall didn't know who to make friends with.

"Thank you, thank you."

Lin An cast a grateful look towards the three of them.

"Archbishop, it's time to go in."

Linguang approached, pointed to the opening of the stone gate, and urged impatiently.

"Archbishop Linguang, is this how you talk to Archbishop Lin An? You don't understand dignity at all."

Taylor squinted at Linguang, yelling at him in a superior tone, he was totally messing up, he was already at the level of an ace, and already possessed the strength to despise Linguang.

"That's right. Although Archbishop Lin An is weaker, it was also appointed by Archbishop Linhui. You cannot be so arrogant."

Berger echoed.

"That's right, quickly apologize to Archbishop Lin An!"

Virgil followed suit.

"I said I don't understand respect. When we met just now, I didn't see you respecting Archbishop Lin An much."

Linguang glanced at the three of them coldly, and questioned them in a cold voice.

"Forehead……"

The three of them were choked, feeling a little embarrassed for a while, they didn't answer Lin Guang's words, but looked at Lin An who was on the side.

Linguang also looked over, and they asked in unison.

"Bishop Lin An, you are the judge."

"Everyone is on their own, don't hurt your temper because of me, it's okay, it's okay."

Lin An looked frightened and waved his hands again and again, expressing that he was fine and didn't care about these things.

"..."

Taylor's expression was complicated, and he felt that Lin An was an idiot who couldn't help him up, but imagined that such a person would be easier to control, and it would definitely be easy to clean up Lin Guang and let Lin An give up his position in the future.

"Come on, let's go in."

Seeing that none of the four continued to speak, Lin An smiled awkwardly, and walked into the entrance of the cave first, and everyone started to follow.

After stepping into the cave, Lin An felt even more chilly, as if he had walked into an ice cellar. The walls on both sides were filled with torches, and the flames didn't flicker for a long time, as if they were frozen, and the whole mausoleum had a strange feeling.

Lin An felt that this place was not so much the mausoleum of the archbishop of the main hall, but rather a mortuary where corpses were placed, and Lin An's idea was soon verified.

A group of people continued to move forward along the tunnel, and soon came to a vast cave. The surroundings were man-made and very neat. Rows of small houses of more than ten square meters were neatly located in the center. , Lin An visually estimated that there were at least tens of thousands of rooms, and it was so densely packed that people were dazzled.

Soon everyone stopped in front of a small house. Linhui's name was engraved on the wall of the house. It seemed that he had chosen his tomb a long time ago. Looking carefully, there seemed to be a number on it. The first thousand and 110 generation archbishops of the temple.

In this way, Lin An refers to the thousandth and eleventh generation, four ones, a very auspicious number.

The door of the house opened, and eight people walked in carrying Linhui's coffin. There was a high platform in the center, just right to put the coffin down.

The eight people carefully lowered the coffin, did not cover Lin Hui, just revealed it to the outside, then turned and left, the door was quickly closed.

Linguang bowed his head first and began to mourn in silence. Afterwards, thousands of people bowed their heads in unison to mourn the passing of Archbishop Linhui. His death was like a lamp being extinguished, and he will be buried here forever.

Yesterday Lin An learned about the archbishop's funeral process with Linguang, which is far from the royal card world, there is no overly grand form, just put Linhui in his small house, and the archbishops in each branch hall mourn in silence. However, every generation of the main hall archbishop is like this, no matter how powerful they are in life, and they have innumerable wealth, this small place is their final destination.

After the silent mourning, everyone left the place one after another, without the slightest nostalgia, only turning their heads to look at Linguang reluctantly, not knowing what she was thinking at this time.