"Why didn't the teacher leave those two people behind before? This is not a way to entertain guests." Ulan brought hot water, and there was a piece of cloth pound in the water. After soaking for a while, Ulan took out the cloth pound, squeezed out some of the water, and handed it to Mu Ming.

Mu Ming took it and gently wiped his palms. As soon as his luck ended, he was sweating all over. Hearing this, he said, "Neither of them are good people, so it would be a problem to stay."

Ulan said: "What is a bad person and a good person in the eyes of the teacher."

Mu Ming smiled and said, "Those who are hostile to us are bad people, and those who are kind to us are good people."

"I understand." Ulan took Bu Jin, showed a contemplative look, and then walked out of Mu Ming's house.

At this time, the old patriarch also came in, and without being polite, he sat down on a stone bench, and then said: "Those things have been almost allocated. These resources were rare in the past, but they have become very useful at this time. Let me ask, what do you need?"

Mu Ming shook his head and said, "I can't use those, by the way, some of the old tribes practice witchcraft, so let them deal with those things. In addition, those who are willing to try to practice witchcraft in the tribe will also give them the same."

The old patriarch said, "I think so too. This thing is useless and can be found and cannot be stored at this time."

Mu Ming said: "What changes are there around?"

The old patriarch remembered something and said, "Today, there was a warrior on patrol, and he caught a weasel. He thought it was an ordinary thing, but the weasel actually carried a letter, but it was sent by the old monster Huang, which was sent by your previous opponent. However, this letter was extremely strange and I couldn't understand it. However, with the old monster Huang's temperament, he must not dare to leave any connections to do so."

The old patriarch took out a white cloth and a yellow bamboo tube from his arms.

"This is installed in a bamboo tube, and the weasel is gone. It's so strange." The old patriarch said since ancient times, quite puzzled.

Mu Ming looked at the bamboo tube and the white cloth, and his face was a little gloomy.

"It seems that I owe him a favor."

Mu Ming stretched his eyebrows and couldn't help but think of the timid and fearful old man.

"This old monster Huang is extremely afraid of death. This is famous in this generation. I didn't expect that he would send strange letters."

When the old patriarch said that, he had a little impression of this old monster Huang.

"Send the order, the tribe will be on duty and retreat, and all those on duty will return to the tribe. Ignore any noise at night." Mu Ming said directly.

"What? It has something to do with this letter?"

The old patriarch became alert and his face became much more serious.

"White Witch Clan!" Mu Ming whispered.

The old patriarch nodded, left the house, and then began to arrange it.

The wooden name also appeared and glanced around outside the tribe gate, but didn't realize anything.

The somewhat grim sky also became warmer. Spring was finally here, and some ants in the distance were much more energetic. They were eating weeds. When they saw Wood Name appear, they all came in. Wood Name crushed a few pills and was immediately snatched away by these ants.

"I'm here to help you." Mu Ming disappeared after he finished speaking.

A area was divided before the clan's altar and dug out to form a circular pond. The old clan leader personally carved out a spring from the distant hills to attract the spring water there. In the pond, dozens of golden fish were swimming. The pond was not flowing out of the misty breath, but these golden fish were breathing.

This is naturally a yin and yang fish. Wood name has arranged a simple formation, and a yin and yang energy is introduced into the formation, which makes these small fish different.

Not far from the pond is the strange little tree. The little tree is planted carefully and the big pit is filled. The little tree is still small, but it is a holy thing in the hearts of the tribe.

At this time, Mu Ming recited scriptures here again. Just like at the beginning, I chose a period of time every day, just like doing scriptures, similar to the academy. However, Mu Ming had never participated at that time, so maybe it was because I missed there.

There are several disciples of Mu Ming, and some tribe members. Mu Ming does not teach supernatural powers, but simply recites scriptures. However, these people will gain peace of mind every time they listen to this scripture.

The wood name almost recites the spiritual techniques that I have learned, and also recites them for myself.

These spiritual techniques are supernatural powers, but they also have incredible power after reciting them, because this is the wisdom condensed by the ancestors after they realized the great way of heaven and earth.

The light of the eyebrows of several disciples was the position of the Tianling Platform. At this time, they were pulled by these scriptures and the power in their bodies was tempted.

The little fish also surfaced and felt the sound of the scriptures of the wood name.

Today, the wood name recites the Sutra of Desperating Ghosts. This is the next chapter of the three major meanings of the Buddhist scriptures. Saving the Dead is about life and death, escape and gains and losses.

Somehow, Mu Ming recited this article today. Mu Ming thought of many people. At first, he thought of Xue Mao, the patriarch of the Hu clan, and finally Zang Mou. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Calculating the time, it should be almost done.

The verse is not loud, but with some rules, the little tree becomes green and shines with light.

The elders of several clans almost listened to the wood name every time they preached, perhaps because of their age, and they felt as if they heard the sound of nature.

The old patriarch became compassionate at this time, and his temperament changed a little, and tears flowed out without realizing it.

Elder Wan did not join, but just watched from the side. This has been the case these days. The more she did, the more she felt that the mountain gods in this tribe were different from those in other tribes.

She listened to those scriptures sincerely, but couldn't remember them. Only by sympathizing with her heart at this time can she understand the meaning and become extremely calm in her heart.

Sometimes I feel thunder or howling winds are everywhere, but they are all hallucinations. However, before I know it, I am a little familiar with these forces in the world, which is really strange.

When she saw Mu Ming get up and finish her lecture, she couldn't help but go over and ask, "Since you don't teach the Tao, how many people can understand it alone?"

This is also the question of the old patriarch, but he did not say that Mu Ming simply taught a few disciples the simple magical powers, and the others did not teach anything.

Mu Mingze said: "My Dharma is not suitable for them, but I enlightened their wisdom, allowing them to see many things, and understand many truths while their minds are pure. These may not be useful now, but they will save them some obstacles in the future."

Elder Wan said again: "Those things are too ethereal, how can they touch them?"

Mu Ming also said: "The five elements of heaven and earth, four images and three talents, yin and yang, life and death are all out of reach, but they are all around us. In our body, when the spiritual realm is transformed into the spirit, the best proof is that some people choose differently and have different strengths in their bodies, which leads to different practices. This time I returned, I saw the power of the lone wolf. His state of mind was terrible. He had reached the distraction, but with persistence and inner demons, he was limited between the peak of the spiritual realm of the God Transformation and the Yuanling Realm. The old mountain god stepped into that level early, but was limited to himself, so he stopped. Later, with other power opportunities, he could easily break the realm."

"Then why are you doing this? These opportunities will not appear out of thin air." Elder Wan said again, with a little clarity in his tone.

Mu Ming did not respond immediately, but looked at the tribe members who were looking at him at this moment, and then said for a moment: "In blood and fire, in life and death, digging oneself, awakening divine awareness, and gaining powerful strength. Talent is of course important, but hard work is the best way to practice. The witch clan uses external objects to practice witchcraft, witchcraft, and spells to strengthen itself. The barbarians practice qi and blood, guide the qi and blood in their bodies, and break through layers of potential, while the Dongshengren practices the origin of Taoism. These seem to be unrelated, but they are closely related."

"I wish to hear and see!" Elder Wan felt aroused when he bowed.

The name of the wood said to the people around him: "There is no longer much spiritual practice. Whether it is the five elements, spells, witchcraft, or witchcraft, you can almost master one or two of these powers. How to master it, becoming stronger is what you need to consider. The strong are easily lost because they lack will and their hearts are not strong. This is not the case with the ten evil spirits that day. I recite this sutra today to cleanse the filth in the depths of your heart and make your mind calm and clear. In this way, you can see clearly in the future. This is just a guide, how to choose, or rely on yourself, your choice is better than others' gifts."

Mu Ming paused and said, "I cleaned the origin for you a few days ago and created the meridians that were blocked in the body, which laid some foundation. Recently, you have opened up your wisdom and enlightenment. As for the future, it depends on you. In the future battlefield, anything can be your power, blood, soul, corpse, and even life. Some of you may be able to understand life and death, and some will also destroy life and death. This is your fortune and opportunity. There are too many things in the battlefield and too many things are exposed. The ugliness and beauty of human nature, as well as the strength and guidance of power."

After saying that, Mu Ming stopped talking, but looked into the distance, and walked out of the tribe as his tribe was watched.

Several old men nodded slowly at this time, and one of them said, "I have heard that the reason why the ancient sages were sacred was not that they had powerful power, but that they guided everyone to distinguish things, thus recognize them, and finally used them. I also heard that the powerful wizard was not because he mastered the incredible power and was respected, but that he could allow more people to understand the true meaning on the edge of life and death, and thus know what is precious."

Several clan elders agreed deeply, and those clan members also felt it made sense, and they all nodded.

Another clan elder also said: "The old mountain god appeared in the past because he protected our clan. He chose the Johor Bahru God that day. Although I didn't say anything, I still had doubts in my heart. Now I understand that the mountain god is a guardian and a guide to a strong existence. No matter how powerful an individual is, it is not as powerful as a group."

"National people, you will rely on yourself in the future. While the mountain god protects us, you must also protect the existence you cherish. Only in this way can it become a ties and the driving force for your strength." The old clan leader said loudly. After hearing those words, he felt like he was relieved of the fog in his heart, and finally knew the actions of the old mountain god.

"Yes!" The people of the nation bowed one after another, heading towards the direction of Mu Ming's departure. At this time, everyone seemed to have a light lit up in their hearts and became clear in their hearts.

At the same time, Mu Ming felt that his spiritual body was quickly solidified. Mu Ming paused and then said, "Did I enlighten them, or did they enlighten me?"

Moreover, a crisp sound suddenly appeared in the sack, and several spiritual bodies of Mu Ming looked at each other, even Gui Ming was no exception.

It seemed like a shackle was opened in the sack, and the wood name felt this way.

"So that's the case, it's protection and guidance. Is this the purpose of God? No wonder the God's magic technique that was once so prosperous did not shine too much. Is it because too many people can't do this? At that time, only 3,000 disciples obtained the true teachings. Perhaps this is the answer!" Gui Ming murmured to himself, and then he was silent and thought deeply.

Looking at a figure in white in the distance, Mu Ming became alert. This was a woman, and she appeared extremely abruptly. If it weren't for another slight waving here just now, Mu Ming wouldn't have sensed it.

Gui Ming lies dormant in Mu Ming's body and hardly takes the initiative to catch anything. Unless Mu Ming has something to ask for, or when Mu Ming's life and death crisis is in danger, Gui Ming, the boarder, will perceive it in advance, otherwise his power will be consumed.

"After a good word, it seems that you, the mountain god, are doing well." The woman spoke with her own initiative, and Mu Ming stopped ten feet away.

A white dress, a white head, white eyebrows, and white pupils are not monotonous, but pure and white, making people feel holiness.

"I have seen some people lose themselves because of their admiration, so they have some realizations." Mu Ming thought of Zang Mou, his teacher's master, Xue Mao, and even Lone Wolf, and had no hostility towards the appearance of this woman.

"So that's it. It seems that you have gained a lot this time." The woman's face was a little quiet, but she gave people a sense of loneliness, like the rare white clouds in the sky, but they were out of place with the gray clouds around them, and they would disappear in the end.

"Are you here to kill me?" Mu Ming asked. Huang Lao Monster's reminder was right. The White Witch Clan still came. It was strange that someone and a woman came. But Mu Ming couldn't see through this person, and there seemed to be a cloud of fog on the person's body.

The woman nodded, then shook her head and said, "I had this plan to take your life and sacrifice it to untie the shackles in my body, but now I have changed my mind."

The woman looked at Mu Ming, and Mu Ming also looked at Mu Ming. The woman saw the calmness, without any surprise or anger, and Mu Ming saw the honesty and a little curious.

"I see!"

Mu Ming also said this, and after a moment of silence, he said again: "I felt something strange before, but unfortunately I couldn't sense it, and I thought it was an illusion. If it weren't for the slightest breath coming from here, I would be really careless."

When the woman heard this, her eyes fluctuated and said, "Have you ever been in contact with Zhu Jiuyin or the spirit of the mantra? Otherwise, she would not have been so sensitive to this breath."

Mu Ming said: "See."

The woman looked like this indeed and said, "Can they be the two disciples of the old monster?"

Mu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Old monster? Do you know these two people?"

The woman was a little surprised and looked at Mu Ming with different eyes. She explained: "There are not many Zhu Jiuyin in the world, and almost all of them cannot survive adulthood. However, one is an exception. He was taken as a disciple. I think you have heard of our clan. Those Zhu Jiuyin’s targets and the curse spirits are our only two disciples. We dare not contact us."

Mu Ming showed a trace of murderous intent, and the woman paused and said, "Sure enough, you have contacted each other. Because this person is a madman, he dissected Zhu Jiuyin and stripped away the causality, which caused the soul of Zhu Jiuyin to change, or was a sequelae, but he also avoided the disaster from then on."

Mu Ming was shocked. No wonder Zhu Jiuyin always said that he was always asleep, and suppressed the power in his body, dissected the body, and peeled off the power of cause and effect. This method was simply a truth that Mu Ming understood.

At this time, the woman said again: "Later, someone wanted to seize Zhu Jiuyin, but was caught by his teacher. He directly dissected the man's soul. The man had not died for 30,000 years. He almost died and died again and again, becoming an existence that was neither human nor ghost. From then on, almost no one dared to provoke them."

The woman seemed to be afraid one after another, and there was some obvious fluctuation in her pupils, and then the woman started to deduce it quickly.

However, suddenly, a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and the woman fell to the ground. She showed fear and looked at somewhere in the void. Then she crushed a piece of talisman paper, and a mist emanated. Mu Ming hurriedly stepped back, but he could not sense the woman's aura, but he still heard a sentence, "Contract!"

"What a clever escape technique. This is not an ordinary golden escape or blood escape, but it involves space. Is the woman's cultivation level a state of divine distraction? It shouldn't be." Mu Ming said to himself, but he bent down carefully, took out a jade bottle, and then collected the blood spit out of the woman.
Chapter completed!