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The old man turned his head again, looked at Yi Bodhi, and said calmly, "Little girl, what is my name?" ”

This problem has been bewildering the old man for 18 years, a full 18 years. When he woke up, he didn't know what his name was, it seemed that everything he had forgotten had been forgotten, and all he could remember was everything related to the Dharma.

Those Buddhist scriptures, those collections, as if engraved in his mind, did not disappear with memory.

Since then, the old man has lived an ascetic life on the prairie. He eats and drinks 'dew', and the only thing he pursues is the Dharma ambition in his heart.

In the first two years, the old man still wanted to find his identity, but after asking many people to no avail, the old man seemed to give up.

He discovered something far more important than his identity, and that was the Dharma. As long as the Dharma is still there, what does it matter if the memory is gone? Even this stinky skin, he can give it up without hesitation, not to mention a name, not to mention an identity.

Since then, the old man has had no distractions, and his mind is only boundless about the Dharma.

For the Buddha's 'gate', the old man is definitely a very typical anomaly.

Generally speaking, cultivation must be accompanied by the practice of martial arts, and the acquired realm is more advanced by the strength of martial arts, and only after reaching the realm of the body, martial arts are not an important factor in determining the progress of cultivation.

And the old man lost his memory at the same time, even the martial arts were also forgotten, and all that could be remembered was only the Buddhist scriptures. These things, as if they came with his birth, are like his body, which cannot be erased unless it is killed.

Without martial arts, it is said that it is impossible for an old man to make half a step in his cultivation, but when the old man completely gave up his identity, name, origin, and everything related to this world, his cultivation began to grow slowly. And as time went by, the pace of cultivation grew faster and faster.

From the beginning, the old man's one-year cultivation was not as good as the one-year progress of a martial artist in the realm of eyes, but as time passed, the old man's one-year cultivation was enough to be compared to that of a master of the realm of the tongue.

In the last two years, the growth rate of the old man's cultivation has far exceeded that of ordinary cultivators, and even Xu Bansheng's cultivation speed is not worth mentioning in front of the old man.

Now, if you talk about it according to the realm of cultivation, the old man is definitely a well-deserved master of the realm of consciousness, and the only people in this world who can compete with him in cultivation are probably Lin Qian and Garuda.

However, because the old man did not have any martial arts, the old shaman could not sense any cultivator's breath on his body at all, and even because the old man had no idea who his surname was, the identity of this kind of thing had long been forgotten by him, and even the basic aura of existence in his body gradually disappeared with the years, so the old shaman could not even perceive the existence of the old man, he seemed to be integrated with the world.

The most important factor is, of course, that the old man's strength is far beyond that of the old shaman, and the realm of meaning is almost infinitely close to the innate realm, if he doesn't want the old shaman to sense his existence, the old shaman can't know it at all.

Although he has given up pursuing his identity, and has even become accustomed to this kind of life without knowing his identity, but now he suddenly finds that he can know his identity again, and he is still very 'excited' after all.

Since this little girl calls him Master, she will naturally know his identity.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Amnesia? You are a living Buddha, your name is Mandu Latu! Is it because you have amnesia that you went to Wudong to be the enemy of Xu Bansheng? This is great, it turns out that because you have amnesia, I know that you will never be an enemy of Xu Bansheng. Now I can explain it to him! Yi Bodhi was completely unaware of the situation, and when he found out that Mandu Ratu might have done those things because of amnesia, he was immediately relieved, and even cried with joy, and his voice was already filled with crying.

The old man, the real Mandu Ratu, no longer had the 'essence' to think about these things at this moment, and as soon as his name was spoken from Yi Bodhi's mouth, the names of these four words immediately hit him fiercely, and then, those memories in his body, following the most primitive instincts, like a 'tide' water, frantically gathered towards his brain.

With so many memories, the memories of more than 40 years in the first half of Mandu Latu's life are really too huge, and for a while, even he, who was already in the state of mind, was a little unbearable.

His eyes were blackened, and his withered and emaciated body began to sway, as if he might be shattered by the huge memories at any moment.

And the old shaman standing opposite Mandu Ratu was also shocked at this moment, he could not believe that this old man could actually be Mandu Latu.

As the junior brother of the fake Mandu Ratu, of course, it is impossible for him not to know that Mandu Latu should have died at the hands of his senior brother, and that was already eighteen or nine years ago.

But now, Mandu Ratu appeared in front of him alive, how could he not be shocked?

Shock is still a trivial matter, and what he is most worried about is that once Mandu Latu remembers everything, he, the junior brother of the person who harmed him, will inevitably not be able to escape Mandu Latu's revenge.

The old shaman couldn't help but feel a little resentful of his senior brother, nearly twenty years ago, he didn't agree with his senior brother to do some so-called big plan, their goal should be the entire grassland, to restore the former glory of their clan.

It can be said that with the genius of him and his senior brother, if they honestly operate on the 'Mongolian' Vulture Prairie, within twenty years, they can indeed make their clan the actual ruler of the Prairie again. However, his senior brother has far greater ambitions than this, and what he covets is not just a grassland, but the whole world.

He killed Mandu Latu and replaced him, and in order to avoid being recognized, he changed his appearance and replaced Mandu Latu, and never met his brother again.

This directly led to the fact that when the old shaman saw the old man today, that is, the real Mandu Latu, he didn't know that this was the living Buddha who should have died nearly twenty years ago.

If it weren't for this, how could the old shaman be so passive now, especially the strength shown by Mandu Latu far exceeded that of the old shaman, dealing with a Zhu Xian had almost made the old shaman 'fine' exhausted, and now he had to deal with Mandu Latu, how could this be possible?

It's okay if you don't kill someone, but this person has become so strong today, so strong that even the old shaman doesn't even dare to resist.

If he knew from the beginning that it was Mandu Latu, it is estimated that the old shaman would have turned around and ran away, and the other party would inevitably retaliate, there is no doubt about it. However, after the senior brother so-called killed Mandu Latu, he had almost completely cut off contact with him, and he didn't know what Mandu Latu looked like.

Now, the old shaman is in a dilemma, but he also told Mandu Ratu his identity, and now Mandu Latu knows that he is the enemy's junior brother......

The old shaman really wanted to run away, but there was not even a shelter on this prairie, so where could he run?

Now, the old shaman suddenly came to life before his eyes.

After Yi Bodhi told him Mandu Ratu's identity, Mandu Ratu began to tremble all over, as if he had been succumbed to evil.

The old shaman didn't understand at first, but soon he understood why Mandu Rathu was like this.

Since Mandu Rathu didn't even know his identity, he must have lost all his previous memories. Although the old shaman didn't know why Mandu Ratu had even lost his memory, but he was still able to practice, he knew that the memories of more than forty years would definitely have a great impact on that person when they flooded into his mind in an instant.

This kind of impact, in exchange for the old shaman himself, a master of the realm of tongues, will directly impact it to the point of madness. But the old shaman knew that this shock would only temporarily hinder Mandu Ratu, and it would not be long before he could digest all the memories.

At that time, Mandu Latu, who had recovered all his memories, would be completely unable to deal with it.

All the chances, or the only ones, are now!

A cold light flashed in the old shaman's eyes, and the whole person exuded a 'gloomy' meaning, he raised his staff, and for the first time, he spread his steps and rushed towards his opponent.

Mandu Rattu was still trembling like chaff, his face was full of pain and dazed 'color', and his pupils were completely unguarded.

The old shaman's staff slammed into Mandu Ratu, and the front of the staff flashed with a trace of electric light, accompanied by the roaring wind, and the old shaman almost saw Mandu Ratu being killed on the spot by his own staff.

Of course, Yi Bodhi found out that something was wrong, and she shouted: "Don't hurt my master!" Then, her small body was directly 'inserted' between Mandu Ratu and the old shaman's staff, and she actually tried to block the old shaman's blow with her own body.

If it was when Yi Bodhi was intact, she was also a master of the Nose Realm, even if she couldn't block the old shaman's blow, at least she wouldn't die because of it, at most she would be seriously injured.

However, the current Yi Bodhi is not vulnerable at all, she has been tied to the 'bed' for a month, the food and drink are extremely poor, almost even the basic physiological instincts can not be supplied, and now her strength is not even as good as a strong man who has studied taekwondo for two years.

The staff carried a trace of electric light, accompanied by the roar of the wind, and a strong whirlwind above the head of the staff smashed directly into Yibodhi's head.

Almost instinctively, he tilted his head at the last moment and dodged the fatal blow.

However, the price of the staff on her shoulder was still extremely cruel, and Yi Bodhi's already petite body was almost collapsed by this staff, and half of her body collapsed.

The 'chest' was instantly stained red with his own blood, and before Yi Bodhi fell, he squirted a mouthful of blood at the old shaman.

This is not because of the blood spurted out of the injury, but because Yi Bodhi used a spell of the Three Holy Sect, in the blood is all her skills in the past ten years, as long as the old shaman is sprayed by this mouthful of blood, at least he will be injured.

The old shaman didn't expect that Yi Bodhi would suddenly block in the middle, let alone that Yi Bodhi would be hit by his own staff and spurt out such a mouthful of blood.

Before he could dodge, the old shaman was sprayed all over his face by this mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, bursts of white smoke came out of the old shaman's head, as if it was not the blood of Yibodhi poured on his head, but some kind of strong acid, which was frantically burning the old shaman's skin.

The old shaman was in pain, his eyes were blind, and the staff in his hand danced wildly, and the ghost sent him to smash it towards Mandu Latu, who was still trembling.

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