The sky was dark, but some light came from the faint candlelight, swaying from time to time, and the wind kept on the wind. Fortunately, there was a cover made of white spider webs, but the light was much dimmed.

Just like this tribe, I can't see much light.

Braziers were lit everywhere in the tribe, which was rare in the past. Because they had to deal with the long night, all kinds of lighting items would be very cheap. However, in just a few days, the sky would gradually become brighter, and at that time, there would be a brighter light for up to 180 days, without night.

But more importantly, this tribe firmly believes that the faint light can attract the return of the wandering soul. Therefore, although there is no bright light in the tribe, there is a lot of lights everywhere. There is a little light in the room, on the roadside, on the eaves, and even in the distant woods, like fireflies.

The name of the wood name opens an altar and recites sutras. The sutras in your mouth are constantly being used to save the dead souls. The sutras are peaceful and quiet, like the candlelight, burning quietly and radiating light.

Sweat beads as big as beans on the wooden forehead appeared, and even if there was cold wind, it would remain for a long time.

Mu Ming did not use his cultivation, but used his most pious heart to recite it. His mood gradually calmed down, but he still felt a little pain in his heart.

Gui Ming saw in Mu Ming's body that there was a black curse wrapped around the last spiritual body of Mu Ming, and some white mist flew into it. The two neutralized each other, but they were separated.

There were some old men following behind the big bull. These old men had sadness in their eyes. Most of them had long been able to overcome life and death, but it was hard to let go of the white-haired man to send the black-haired man!

The old man who appeared before threw away his crutch and kept muttering something in front of a stone tablet in front of the wooden name. He was asking a wanderer to pay attention to something, and then repeated a few words, full of reluctance and concern, simple words, but clearly fell into the wooden name's ears, causing the originally calm mind to ripples again.

There are too many life, so sometimes, the countless beings in the world seem to be countless critters, dying one after another over the years, and never ceased, but becoming more and more, making people feel that the power of life is too strong, so a single living body seems insignificant. The rise and fall of a wheat in a wheat field can no longer attract the attention of pedestrians. Even pedestrians don’t mind trampling one or two trees to death because... there are a lot of wheat.

Since practicing Taoism, Mu Ming has also hesitated to kill people's lives. On that day, Bai Wu's life fell into his hands and it was difficult for him to adapt. Mu Ming respected life, but then his heart became cold. Although he was not bloody, he rarely felt turbulent in his mood. But today, it was not until he witnessed the pain of those people that Mu Ming realized that he was wrong.

Although those people did not do what they originally intended, they actually died in their hands. Their origin is still in their bodies, and their lives are in their bodies.

As soon as I thought about this, sweat became more and more on my forehead. Since then, I have become uneasy in my heart. The wood name has breeded the inner demons. The spiritual body condensed by the power of the mountain god began to appear densely cursed. The spiritual body became illusory, as if it would dissipate in the next moment.

"Is the inner demon?" Gui Ming opened his mouth and traction power came from his mouth. All the black fog flew over. Mu Ming's many spiritual bodies were originally a little confused, but suddenly they were all clear and clasped their hands, and the sound of the classics in their bodies echoed.

Outside, Mu Ming paused and the original prayer sutra stopped. Mu Ming was in a daze, but before he could think about it, he saw the big bull kneeling in front of him, and he brought a bowl of clear water in front of him. Mu Ming looked at the fire reflected in the clear water, feeling thirsty in his mouth, and couldn't help but pursed his lips.

"It's been a few hours, and the sir is still resting. People cannot be resurrected after death. It's better for the sir to let go..."

Mu Ming was stunned. Unexpectedly, Da Niu said in such a way, his eyes fluctuated a little, but at this moment Da Niu said again: "Sir, have you seen some shadows again..."

Mu Ming took the bowl of clear water. The clear water was sweet and sweet, with a hint of coolness. After it flowed into his mouth, the body felt cool, and the original restlessness seemed to disappear.

"This water..." Mu Ming felt that this water was extraordinary, not his illusion.

"This is extremely cold water, only in extremely cold places, it's not unusual. The teacher has been busy for some time. I see that there is sorrow between my husband's eyebrows, and it seems that I can't let go of anything!" An old man came, after the big bull, Mu Ming failed to notice and his mind was a little lost.

Under the light, the old man's skin became more radiant. Although it was as dry as pine cones, wrinkles were everywhere, and he could not feel the vitality, he had clear eyes, just like the bowl of clear water he had just drunk, which seemed to give Mu Ming a peace of mind.

The old man stretched out his hand and compared a gesture of invitation. Mu Ming stood up and clasped his fists to return the favor.

The old man led the way in front and bowed his body. He was not old, but his steps were steady and he had some cultivation.

Mu Ming followed him, and Da Niu followed Mu Ming. Looking at the candlelight on the roadside, Mu Ming was silent, feeling a little more cold in the weather.

Mu Ming was in the cemetery before, where many people were buried. People from this tribe would be buried there after their death. The eighteen jars were buried there quietly at this time, and a few new graves were added, and there were still sobs that they could not disperse!

The tribe is much deserted, and it is because of the night, so it always seems so monotonous and dark.

Mu Ming followed the old man to a stone house. There was a little light inside, and a few shadows enveloped the light, and began to twist as the candlelight swings.

Daniu brought a stone pier over and signaled Mu Ming to sit down. Mu Ming nodded and expressed his gratitude. Daniu stood behind Mu Ming, looking at the clan elders in front of him with a look of guilt.

"A Niu... the whole story is the matter. Although this matter is related to you, you don't need to care. The dead are gone!"

The old man said that his seniority seemed to be very high, no one refuted it, and the others nodded lightly, with a little lonely in their eyes.

The old man continued: "I also know the whole story, but... can I ask friends for details? We... want to know about the ancestor...his affairs!"

The wood name is silent. Those clan elders have no words. The atmosphere is very quiet and heavy. It is easy to think of stones soaked in the water, tree stumps in the dark, or candlelight that is not too bright now.

The big bull was a little uneasy and buried his head.

Mu Ming took a deep breath and said, "The incident started with a token. This token belonged to the ghost witch, but it later fell into the hands of the Tianhu tribe..."

The story of Mu Ming was told more about the previous experience of Da Niu. He also learned about the Ghost Witch, but it was only learned from others, so Mu Ming tried to polish it.

The whole process was intermittent, and the old men sighed from time to time. At this time, the wooden name would pause, and then when the old men looked at it, the wooden name would complain again.

Time passed slowly, and the candlelight in the house was a little dim. Big bull added some tinder oil into it. It would be a little brighter, but it would be dim after a while. After three times, Mu Ming also ended his words, and the candlelight dimmed again. However, this time the old man stood up and added tinder oil from a stone bowl to the several candlesticks, especially the last lamp or the old man poured all the tinder oil in it. Perhaps for this reason, the candlelight went out after it lit up. The old man fiddled with it several times but did not ignite him.

The big bull hurried forward, took out some turmeric oil, changed into a thread of oil, and the candlelight ignited again.

After watching the big bull do all this, the old man said, "A man dies like a lamp extinguishes... a tribe that has been cursed from the beginning..."

The old man's words were calm, but his voice was not high and he could not feel the temperature. It was as dull as the candlelight, so it felt cool.

"But...it will still light up after all...friend!"

The old man turned around and bowed to Mu Ming. Mu Ming hurriedly stood up and held the old man with his hands. However, at this time, the other clan elders stood up together and bowed to Mu Ming.

"No, senior..." Mu Ming wanted to support them, but felt his arm being caught by the old man. The old man shook his head and signaled Mu Ming. He had something to say and said, "I'd like to ask my friends to fulfill my wish!"

Mu Ming looked at the old man's eyes and stopped what he wanted to do. He already understood.

The old man's eyes were not turbid, very clear, as if he had seen through a lot, but he had expectations at this time.

So, Mu Ming said: "Senior, please, if you wish, you must be willing to do whatever you wish!"

Upon hearing this, the old man slowly let go of Mu Ming's arm, waved to the big cow, and slowly retreated.

The big bull seemed to know what was going on, and without saying a word, he knelt down in front of the wooden name, and then knocked on the ground with his head, nine times in a row.

However, he did not look up, but pressed his head to the ground. It was as cool as the palm of his hand. However, his palms were wet, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

The old man said at this time: "Although the other side of him, that is, the ghost asked fellow Taoists to be his teacher, we had nothing to do with him or him, and we thought that everything had been paid off before. Now, A Niu is our own decision, and it is also... our wish." As he spoke, the old man looked at Daniu.

At this time, an old man came in outside the door. It was the old man who had repeated the blessings in the cemetery before. He walked in with a cane. The cane fell on the ground and made a rapid sound. He walked quickly and made a sound: "We all want to stay here with these old bones, but I hope the children can see the outside world. Our mission has been completed. We should not drag the children down!"

The old man's voice is not loud, but he is very determined!

The other old men didn't say anything, but they all had extremely hot eyes. The eyes seemed to see through the room and look at the earth outside the night!

Mu Ming Zheng pointed his head and looked at the big bull. Suddenly, a divine light appeared on his eyebrows. Those clan elders didn't know what they meant, but they felt a sacred rushing out. They felt a roaring sound, but they heard Mu Ming make a roar: "I swear with my soul that I will protect you in this life to achieve the fruit of Tao. Even if the Tianshan Mountains are blocked, even if the mountain collapses and tsunamis, I will protect you for a lifetime, and if I live for ten lifetimes, I will protect you for ten lifetimes, and the cycle of reincarnation is continuous, and this thought is continuous!"

Wood Ming pointed at the big bull, and a wisp of elixir fire flew out and fell into his body, then roared again!

"In my previous life, I was given the kindness of your teachings and teachings. Today I will establish a relationship with you as a master and disciple. In this life, you will be my disciple and repay you with cause and effect. If one day you wake up, the cause and effect will be concluded. If you don't want to wake up, then... you are you and will always be my disciple!"

He pointed out a finger again, and a thought flew out and imprinted in the big bull's body. But Mu Ming's heart was a little heavy. A silk thread broke in his body, silently, so Mu Ming was lost.

Mu Ming moved his finger again, and pointed it to his heart. A stream of blood from his heart flew out, turning into a drop of dazzling divine light and sank into his dantian.

At the same time, a trace of light appeared between Mu Ming's eyebrows, and a ray of light emerged from the big bull's eyebrows. The two rays of light pulled and touched each other, and the room suddenly became bright, but disappeared in the blink of an eye. At this time, several clan elders saw a silk thread on the head of the big bull's head and an additional thread on his Tianling cover.

Mu Ming looked at the silk thread in the palm of his hand and found that the silk thread slowly merged with the white marks in his palm, and his mood was complicated.

The old men next to him were extremely shocked, and the old man said, "Fellow Taoist, why do you have to do this? This... is depleting your origin!"

The old man with a cane also said: "Our original intention is to let you teach some Taoism, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Ming beat the storage bag, dozens of elixir bottles flew out, hundreds of medium-grade crystals flew out, thousands of low-grade crystals appeared, dense accumulation of corpses of insects, and herbs.

The old men were speechless. Their methods of shocking Mu Ming were also shocked by Mu Ming's work, and what was even more shocking was that they didn't know what the meaning of Mu Ming was.

"If it weren't for this, I'm not at ease!" Mu Ming bowed and his face was a little pale.

"Hurry, fellow Taoist quickly enter the breathing of the same!"

The old man knew that Mu Ming urgently needed rest at this time. The teaching of the power just now seemed to be light and calm, but they all knew how difficult the process of practice was. A drop of blood, especially a drop of blood in his heart, was even enough for some people to enjoy for their whole life.

The situation just now, Mu Ming imprinted his original oath, and even more spent his original source transfer of power. He did not hesitate at all. What they knew better was that Mu Ming would not do this even if he was close relatives!

What the Wood Name did exceeded their expectations and made them feel uneasy.

They quickly picked up the unconscious big bull and left, let Mu Ming meditate and rest in place, and there were several old men guarding the door, fearing that they would be disturbed.

As for those crystals and other streams, they didn't pay any attention!

Mu Ming didn't care about it at this time, but carefully closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
Chapter completed!