The little monk was a little dumbfounded because he felt a little incredible.

Mu Ming felt the little monk's gaze of inquiring, and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "It's a coincidence!"

"Who is this person? Are you familiar with him?" Shi Lan looked at the expressions of the two people in front of him and asked.

Mu Minghan said, "This person is a disciple in the academy. He is from the Ruoshui clan and is named Lan Xian'er. He unexpectedly met him here, which was really unexpected."

Mu Ming's expression showed surprise, not politeness. Several people were familiar with Mu Ming, so they naturally knew Mu Ming's actions were a little different, so they asked: "Why are you so surprised? Although this place is wide, it is not an exaggeration to meet some familiar people."

The person who spoke was Shi Lan. He was a little surprised after hearing that this person was a weak water clan because the clan's strength was special.

Mu Ming thought of the last time he met Lan Xian'er before, and he had forgotten it, but when he saw this person, he couldn't help but recall the scene at that time. For this reason, Mu Ming admired this person even more and calculated his good and bad luck. He couldn't help but look up to these so-called calculators a little bit, and had a more intuitive feeling.

Whether it is the calculator or other divinationists, they are called the cultivation of fate. They are indeed extraordinary. No wonder they are jealous of God, because this is a defiance of heaven!

After briefly talking about the process in between, the little monk was amazed and said, "It's incredible to ask her divination skills when I look back and ask about it."

Shi Lan smiled, but was very curious, but she didn't say anything, while Magic Vine shook her head speechlessly.

Mu Luo also said at this time: "This tribe is good at sealing and calculating. They have very few numbers, so in order to strengthen the power of the tribe, they have to intermarry with foreign tribes. Therefore, many of their tribes have impure bloodlines, but any weak water tribe with bloodlines is extremely powerful.

The so-called "Three Thousand Goose Feathers of Weak Water" are not floating. It talks about the essence of Weak Water. It can seal the divine power and bury any strange existence. However, this is a later story. This junior sister is probably taking another path, with a faint fluctuation of fate on her body, and there are almost no people who can cultivate this power."

Mu Luo knew a lot and expressed the power of this clan.

At this time, the fog is covered here, so I don’t worry about anything. As for whether the corpses of similar appearances will appear again, I am not afraid of them, because even if a few monsters appear again, I have their own means to deal with them.

At this time, Mu Ming used alchemy to treat Lan Xian'er.

The Demon Vine also came to help. After a moment of investigation, the Demon Vine said, "It's a little troublesome. The soul is actually asleep. My flame is too domineering and conflicts with her own strength. I'm not suitable for you, come!"

The demon vine shook his head and retreated, but he couldn't help but frown, because Lan Xian'er's condition was very bad, and his soul was damaged. It was like someone used some means to take away the soul, but it was disturbed.

And the vitality in the body also disappeared, and it is a miracle to survive at this time.

Mu Ming nodded, then took out the alchemy tripod. The alchemy tripod quickly enlarged and made a sudden move. The alchemy tripod released black lights, and finally sucked Lan Xian'er into the alchemy tripod.

At this time, Mu Ming also retrieved the Dan Fire from Xuanhuang Ant, but the Dan Fire did not enter the body, but directly allowed her to fly into Lan Xian'er's body.

If Lan Xian'er does this normally, it is absolutely impossible, because the Danhuo will be repelled, and Lan Xian'er's thoughts will be repelled. However, now Lan Xian'er is similar to the living dead, and her thoughts are in deep sleep. The existence of Danhuo can repair her injured body and protect the Tianling Platform, because the wooden name there can sense a cold breath.

At this time, this breath was weak. I think it was the one left in the corpse before. Fortunately, it was dead. Otherwise, Lan Xian'er might have been occupied and became the incarnation of others.

Some thunder grew out of the alchemy cauldron. These thunders radiated the power of vitality, without a domineering aura, and even the alchemy fire was also produced.

This is the power in the alchemy tripod, but at this time, with the blessing of Mu Ming, the power suddenly changed and then penetrated into Lan Xian'er's body.

However, Lan Xian'er only breathed lightly and had no other reaction.

After detecting these changes, Mu Ming's expression was still very calm, but there was some difference in his eyes.

The remnants of her Tianling Taichung seemed to sense the changes in the outside world, and she was crazily slamming in her body. Several of her spiritual bodies fell asleep, but at this time it began to tremble, as if she was about to wake up.

Mu Ming thought in his heart that this was true, and then activated the power of the giant orb and poured the power of the divine scripture into the alchemy.

For a time, the golden light, white light, and the thunder and fire breath of the alchemy tripod flowed, presenting a colorful color.

At this moment, the aura of wood name also began to swell up. The Yin-Yang fish flew out and wrapped the alchemy tripod, making the alchemy blurred. The Yin-Yang fish was pulled by the breath and flew out independently. One of the big fish spitted out white power and the other absorbed the black aura. The alchemy tripod cover also flew out. The casing cover formed a special shadow as it squirmed, and the Yin-Yang fish gently fell on the casing cover.

To this day, Mu Ming has his own insights on healing others. He acts smoothly and has no intention of panic. Mu Ming can even cure monks in the dispersal realm, let alone Lan Xianer in the Yuanling realm.

Even if there are remnants of her Tianling Taichung, it will be useless. The power of the giant dome is enough to restrain itself.

The little monk and the others were bored, so they walked to the corpse of the monk in the Divine Realm and watched the people refining, but were blocked by invisible power. At this time, the old man from the Wood Clan and the two monsters worked together to study the Divine Realm.

Although none of them reached this level, they were also familiar with the power of this realm. At this time, there was such a corpse here, and the Tao in the corpse's body would not dissipate in a short period of time, which was of course of great use to them.

Their spiritual consciousnesses kept colliding, exchanging information with each other, and finally condensed into one place, hitting the corpse's forehead hard, trying to break through and enter there to explore everything about him.

The little monks heard a wave of roars, but for some reason. Mu Luo said: "The origin of the monk is the Chaos Sea, the foundation, and the Tianling Platform is the gathering place for the Taoist fruit and Taoist practices and memories. One is the root and the other is the fruit. It is too important for the monks."

Several people nodded thoughtfully. Mu Luo’s analysis was profound and the metaphor was very appropriate. There was not much difference between monks and other creatures. Even if they were very similar to plants and trees, they had roots and leaves. After all, they were all creatures, so they naturally had similarities.

The few people could not find anything and had to give up. Mu Luo stayed for a while, but in the end he returned in disappointment. His power could not touch that level.

"If the elder brother is here, he should be able to comprehend one or two."

After saying that, he shook his head gently, without any loss, as if his mood had become much more.

Finally, I observed the treatment method of giving the name of wood, saying it was treatment, but it looked more like alchemy, and the technique was fresh.

Although the magic vine has a high cultivation level, it is different from Mu Ming's elixir method, and the two are also very different from the treatment of injured bodies. Mu Ming uses his own origin, while Magic Vine uses his own essence and blood power to treat it. Mu Ming's origin does not have the domineering power of Magic Vine, and the origin of Magic Vine has the power of devouring. If the origin is used to treat it, I am afraid that others will be completely swallowed by him in a short time.

At this time, looking at Mu Ming's methods, he couldn't help but nodded frequently, but only shook his head after a moment.

"Does Brother Teng have different understandings?" Mu Luo is also familiar with alchemy techniques, but it is much worse to treat diseases and save people. The Mu clan's bloodline is mostly self-rescue, and even if it is to save lives, it is only between the same clans. Only when it is similar can the bloodlines be like this. It may be a lot of trouble for outsiders to do so.

Magic Vine said: "I thought it was not much different from Wood Name, but his technique was more stable and did not hurt people's foundation. It stimulated their potential flesh and blood power and prompted the flesh and blood power to repair itself. If it were me, I would probably only use my own strength to wash away their hidden injuries."

When Mu Luo heard this, he said: Everyone has their own good or bad. Junior Brother Mu's methods are gentle, even ordinary people can treat them. Brother Teng's methods are of great use to those dying people. If it were me, I would probably give some vitality in their bodies. Use their own blood power to warm up their bodies. After staying for a long time, then use their own blood power to heal the wounds, it would be slower."

The demon vine heart was touched and pondered for a moment, and said, "Brother Mu's method of healing is strange, but it is the most useful among the same clans. However, if other monks are involved, they will occupy their bloodlines and even cause backlash. If they are against the enemy, it will be of great use!"

Mu Luo's eyes moved and he laughed: "Brother Teng saw that it was true that the Mu clan had a blood exchange, which could force his own essence and blood into other people's bodies, causing their qi and blood to reverse, and their breath was disordered, and they could win by surprise!"

Shi Lan was secretly shocked when she heard the two of them. They seemed to be able to see scenes of fighting in their words, and they were all extremely domineering and weird. The Wood Clan is worthy of being a big clan, but the monsters' methods are also invincible.

The little monk sighed repeatedly: "You all have the power of blood, so I can only stare at me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Luo said: "Although the little master does not have any blood power, he has a sense of endless life, and his soul is even more unique. It seems that all things are not invaded, and the Buddha has great vows to protect him."

The little monk exclaimed and said, "You have good eyesight, I'm not to hide it. I am a descendant of Buddhism. Even if I'm not anything now, I will be blessed by incense in the dark."

Mu Luo thought it was indeed the case, but his face was calm and he said, "I heard that the Jin Chanzi of Buddhism was able to give birth to the tenth life and achieve a perfect Buddha body with the help of this power. I don't know whether it is true or false?"

Several people showed curiosity, even the demon vine was still waiting for him. He had heard that Jin Chanzi was a reincarnated person in his ten generations.

The little monk nodded, then shook his head, sighed, and said, "Senior Brother is a person with great wishes. He is unwilling to be blessed by this incense and tries to keep getting rid of this power in his new life. However, this power is unique, which can protect the senior brother's memory from being dispersed and it is difficult to endure.

The senior brother had to reincarnate again and again, but he also became the senior brother. The power of ten generations made the senior brother's accumulation not inferior to the monster at all, and even better in some aspects. After each rebirth, the senior brother practiced step by step, spreading the great Buddha Dharma everywhere. There are many statues of the senior brother in the Western Desert, and his status is even more wonderful. He is not a Buddha, but a Buddha. Some believers call him the Buddha of immortality because he can open up alternative reincarnation and immortality, and different other methods of taking over the body.

Some people also call him the Tripitaka Buddha because his senior brother cultivated the Tripitaka scriptures, chatting about heaven, talking about earth, saving ghosts, and practicing one in every three lifetimes. In the end, he integrated the three Buddhist teachings.

In addition, some people call him the Buddha of Freedom, because he put down the Buddha's position and passed it on to me."

The little monk sighed a little, showed his fascination, and a little helpless, because he always felt that he was a bargain.

If the Buddhist disciple knew his thoughts and didn't know what he thought, the Demon Teng finally understood why the young monk ran out of the Western Desert. It turned out that there was some blow to his heart.

Mu Luo could not have imagined that there was such a reason, but he couldn't help but smile and said, "The little master is also very good. The Buddhist sect only fights for others, but you guys abandon it. I don't know what others think. The little master's behavior is another state of mind, but it still needs to be tempered!"

"Take it seriously?" The little monk showed joy on his face, as if he had heard this kind of encouragement for the first time.

Mu Luo nodded and said it was true. The little monk then laughed and said, "What kind of Buddhism is not rare!"

However, before he finished speaking, a thunder ray of thunder appeared on the bowl beside him and directly fell on his bald head, and black smoke suddenly emerged from the little monk's head.

This scene suddenly appeared, causing the few people to retreat immediately, feeling a little unclear.

The little monk cursed and said, "It's okay, this Buddha treasure chopped me once when I escaped from the Western Desert, and now it's coming again." As he said that, the little monk also avoided the Buddha treasure, as if he was a little afraid, but then grabbed it and threw it into the storage bag.
Chapter completed!