Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

In a hurry, Qiao Surong had to take out a whistle-shaped pendant from his neck and blew it quickly.

In the end, the only response he got was the echo reverberating on the top of the mountain. Apart from that, there was no other response at all.

When he gave Meng Zhiling that special necklace, he didn't tell her that these two necklaces were actually made of her own bones. Under certain special circumstances, they have the function of telepathy. For example, in such a vast and primitive mountain, other high-tech tracking and positioning systems would not work at all, but a whistle made of her own index finger bones could easily find the other party's whereabouts.

But it seemed that Qiao Surong thought too simply. As his whistle became more and more urgent, the surrounding environment became quieter and quieter.

"Okay, Zhiling is no longer on the mountain." Yuan Yongkai walked up to Qiao Surong. What amazed him was that Qiao Surong actually used such a method to conclude an alliance with Zhiling. He didn't know whether Meng Zhiling knew what the necklace on her neck meant.

"Then where is she?" Qiao Surong glared at Yuan Yongkai fiercely, with an aura that gave off a feeling of "If anything happens to Zhiling today, I will take your life."

Yuan Yongkai was not a timid person, especially when the person he was facing was Qiao Surong, with whom he grew up. However, Qiao Surong and he later took different paths, and the relationship between the two brothers became more and more distant, so far away that it seemed as if they were at the horizon and could not reach each other.

"Maybe they have already reached the foot of the mountain. The most important thing now is to find Zhiling and make sure if she is okay." Yuan Yongkai was a little calmer than Qiao Surong. After all, those who are involved in the matter are often confused. Yuan Yongkai was almost thankful that Qiao Surong did not go crazy and start killing people at this time.

Because Qiao Surong was angry once, but he was from a village in Southeast Asia, and he didn't want to see Qiao Surong like that again.

"Please stay, gentlemen." When Su Rong and Yuan Yongkai were preparing to go down the mountain, the appearance of Abbot Yuanyin interrupted their next journey.

Yuan Yongkai nodded respectfully towards Yuan Yin, "Master Yuan Yin, what advice do you have?"

"I don't deserve your advice. I just want to discuss with you the person you are looking for." Yuan Yin's voice was sonorous and powerful, but also slow and gentle. If Qiao Surong had not heard the news about Meng Zhiling, with his speed of speech, he would have been shot in the head by Qiao Surong who was on the verge of going berserk.

"What does the master know?" Qiao Surong frowned. It is said that monks do not lie, so he believed him for once. After all, they had dealt with each other before. In fact, Yuanyin should be considered his elder.

"I don't know anything. I know nothing. If you two want to know something, you can follow me." At this time, Koizumi Temple was extremely quiet. The noisy and fighting scene just now had dispersed unknowingly, and no one knew where those fighting people had gone. In short, Koizumi Temple was as peaceful and elegant as if no outsiders had broken in at all.

Yuan Yongkai and Qiao Surong looked at each other, as if they had understood something. It seemed that in this seemingly small temple, there were many unknown mechanisms hidden, and it was unknown when those people would be able to get out of their current predicament.

But for Yuan Yongkai and Qiao Surong, isn’t everything before them the same predicament they are in now?

Following Yuanyin, they came to a very small Zen room. As soon as they opened the door, thick dust rushed in their faces. The two of them couldn't help but frown. What Qiao Surong was thinking at this time was: Old bald donkey, you'd better not play tricks on me, otherwise, if I play tricks on you, it won't be easy.

"Puff puff..." Yuan Yin dusted a high bench with her wide sleeves a few times, brushing away the dust and revealing its antique color. "Please take a seat, both of you."

But for these two grown men who are both obsessed with mysophobia, they both shook their heads tacitly, expressing direct rejection.

Seeing that the two of them were not willing to sit down, Yuanyin did not force them. He lifted his robes and sat down. He stretched out his hand, and a dusty book flew onto the table in front of him.

I saw Yuanyin dusting off the book in the same way, and a few Sanskrit characters were faintly visible on the book.

Qiao Surong and Yuan Yongkai looked at each other, both frowning, not understanding the master's intention.

"Master, please tell me what's going on." For two people who couldn't understand Sanskrit at all, it seemed as if they had been cheated by a fortune teller on the street, so Qiao Surong urged politely.

He was indeed very polite. Given his temper, he could endure until now purely for Meng Zhiling's sake.

"Mr. Qiao, Mr. Yuan, don't worry. The person you are looking for is safe and won't be in any danger." Yuan Yin said slowly. This statement gave them a reassurance.

"How can you be so sure?" Qiao Surong frowned and watched Yuan Yin's every move without blinking. If he dared to play tricks on him, then I'm sorry, he would "stain Koizumi Temple with blood" today!

"This is the evidence!" Yuan Yin pulled out a piece of yellow-brown paper from her sleeve. On it was a line of words written vertically, "Zhi Ling will be away for a while. Please don't worry."

There was no signature at the end, and no other marks on the letter paper, but Yuan Yongkai had a sense of déjà vu.

For the first time, he thought that people who wrote letters or books in this way might only be ancient people or people who love ancient literature, but when he saw this kind of paper and writing method again, he seemed to connect it with something and someone.

"Do you know who it is?" Qiao Surong asked nervously, looking at Yuan Yongkai's thoughtful expression. Although he was extremely reluctant, this was not the time for him to be willful.

"I know!" Yuan Yongkai nodded, but he didn't show any intention of letting him leave.

"Haha, gentlemen, don't be impulsive. I have my reasons for keeping you here. Even if you go now and find that girl, it will be of no use. Although her life is not in danger, she may still be in a long sleep!" Yuanyin spoke slowly, his eyes not sure whether they were open or closed, always giving people an unfathomable feeling.

"What should we do then?" Qiao Surong immediately raised Yuan Yin nervously. Yuan Yin saw the anxiety in his eyes, but he just smiled faintly in the end.

"Please take this, maybe it can save that girl's life." Yuan Yin was not angry, as if in his eyes, in his life, these separations of life and death were something that could not be more ordinary. He calmly placed the icy object in his hand into Qiao Surong's palm.

Qiao Surong took it without any hesitation, but when he lifted the cold relic, he looked at Yuan Yin in surprise.

"Master, what are you doing?" Knowing that the thing in his hand was very precious and that the master was not fooling him, Qiao Surong, who had originally become very anxious due to his anxiety, was instantly moved by the master's kind and beautiful behavior.

Who says those who have killed countless people, experienced too much hardship and struggle can't be moved? Perhaps only those who have experienced everything in life are more likely to be moved by certain actions.

"I have a great connection with that girl. I hope I can help her get through this disaster this time." Master Yuanyin put his hands together and prayed with his eyes closed while speaking.

"Thank you, Master." Yuan Yongkai and Qiao Surong also imitated the master, bowed respectfully, and expressed their most sincere gratitude.

Only they knew that the relic that should have been in the backyard was actually in Qiao Surong's hands. The one in the backyard was actually just an ordinary relic that could ward off evil spirits, avoid disasters, and prolong life. It was only due to the master's careful arrangement that people mistakenly believed that it was the only one left after Master Yuanrong's body was cremated.

Because according to legend, the relics left by Yuan Rong not only have the effects of ordinary relics, but it is also a more magical source of energy that can bring the dead back to life and make people immortal.

I just don’t know if it is really as the legend says, but when Qiao Surong looks at the warm relic in his hand, he firmly believes that it must have such an effect.

"Master, where can I find Zhiling?" Qiao Surong spoke again, looking at Master Yuanyin devoutly. If he went out to look for her by himself, he would definitely have no clue.

Because the ability of the person who took Zhiling away was beyond that of any creature in nature. He was able to escape the eyes of his four subordinates in full view of everyone and disappeared with Meng Zhiling just like that.

Even he and Yuan Yongkai were helpless.

"There's no need to look for her. She will come back by herself. When she comes back, just give her what you have in your hand. Let everything be as fate dictates." Master Yuanyin said slowly, and then left without saying anything more.

Qiao Surong and Yuan Yongkai looked at each other, a little confused about what Yuan Yin meant by "follow fate" at the end.

Things finally returned to calm, and the barriers and mechanisms on the mountain returned to normal. Qiao Surong and Yuan Yongkai returned to the base camp and mobilized all their strength, but unfortunately, they still could not find any news about Meng Zhiling.

It seems as if it is on the other side of the world, or on a small island in a "paradise" far away from all the hustle and bustle of the world, where there is heavy snow like goose feathers, surrounded by azure blue sea, snowflakes fall on the sea and quickly dissipate, but the clear sea reflects the empty white snow. Looking around, the whole island is as illusory as a mirage, and its beauty is not real at all.

Meng Zhiling was lying on the bed. There were little bits of ice on her eyelashes because she couldn't stand the cold. Her white skin looked as white as snow, but it was so white that there was no sign of life at all.

Suddenly, her eyelashes seemed to move weakly once or twice, and then, slowly, her phoenix eyes opened with difficulty. The pain from all over her body immediately brought her back to reality, as if she was crushed by a huge wheel. Remembering the fight before she fell into coma, Meng Zhiling forced a smile at the corner of her mouth: Fortunately, I am still alive.