"Amitabha!" a Buddha horn interrupted Mu Ming, who was contemplating.

The young monk stepped out from behind the idol. Mu Ming opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't speak, he forgot, he was just a skeleton, how did he speak? Fortunately, listen, there is no problem!

"Well, why are you so aggressive?"

The monk put on a monk's robe like a rag and slowly raised his head.

The monk was stunned, he didn't expect that there were two people coming, and one of them was still in infancy.

In his senses, there was only one person with an unusually strong breath of life, and he thought it was a pursuer.

But when he walked out of the statue, he froze, the person with an unusually strong breath of life turned out to be a baby, and the person holding the baby, even if he was standing facing each other now, he did not feel a trace of life breath from that person.

Mu Ming didn't have much sense of the monk, and he didn't have much contact with the Buddha before his death, he was known as the first general of the kingdom of God, guarding the top of the sky all the year round, and later he went on the road alone, killed in the passage, and never returned.

But at this time, after all, I saw the familiar breath of the past, and I really felt very familiar in my heart.

He held the baby in one hand, squatted lightly on the ground, and drew it on the ground with the bones of his hand.

"What year is it, and who is in charge of the kingdom of God now?"

This is the question that Mu Ming desperately wants to know.

"This is the ancient character of the Divine Emperor Era?" the delusional monk looked at the words on the ground in surprise and said with some uncertainty.

Buddhist scriptures have recorded that in ancient times, there were great powers, and all ethnic groups knelt down and did not dare to disobey. The god emperor is the important weapon of the country, and his command is flying to the underworld, and the people in the world are unsurpassed, and the whole world is not the king's land.

After flying to the fall, the god emperor fell, the kingdom of God was torn apart, the flames of war were poured for 50,000 years, the country was not a country, the people were no longer the people, and the collected exercises were all lost in the long river of history.

Buddhism is considered to be a relatively complete inheritance at present, so it is coveted by many parties, the monk was killed, and he also fled all the way, with a bow and a snake shadow.

Although he recognized it as an ancient word, he didn't recognize the meaning of the word, and Mu Ming's question was destined to be unanswered.

The delusional monk was full of curiosity about this mysterious person who wrote ancient characters casually, and now there are not many people who can write ancient characters, and probably they know some about the big names in the princes of all parties.

I never thought that on the way to escape, I could meet one by chance, and here he also understood that he had misunderstood before, after all, the person holding the baby should not be the same person as the person chasing and killing him.

"The little monk has seen his predecessors in vain, and the words of his predecessors, the little monk is shallow and unrecognizable. ”

Mu Ming was silent, how long has it been? The words have also changed.

Mu Ming suddenly turned around and looked out of the door, with a murderous aura.

Probably for physical reasons, he was particularly sensitive to these breaths that were close to death. Of course, this is also related to the fact that the group of people outside the shrine did not hide their murderous aura.

"Demon monk, hand over the Buddhist scriptures and let you die happily. ”

"Amitabha, the Buddhist scriptures are all in the minds of the little monks, if you have the ability, just come and get it. "The monk recites the Buddha's name, although it is a shabby monk's robe, but the treasure is solemn, and when he goes out of the door, he does not forget to explain Mu Ming.

"Seniors, let's avoid it. ”

The mountains and forests are a good place for fighting, the sound of steel clashing is endless, and occasionally the law is revealed, and the battle is extremely fierce.

Mu Ming suddenly stretched out his hand, his bone claws were lightly gripped, and he crushed the sword qi that was directly rushing to the baby in his arms, and then he tilted his head slightly, and the sound of tearing cloth sounded, and Mu Ming's entire skull was exposed.

He turned slightly, and the idol in front of him suddenly cracked from his chest, and the rubble was scattered all over the ground.

"Why don't you worship gods?"

He didn't want to, if he hadn't dodged, the idol might not have been destroyed, but this idol was his former enemy, and Mu Ming had no reason to block that sword qi for him.

Soon, the sound of fighting outside was lowered, and it wasn't long before the monk stumbled into the shrine.

The moonlight was very bright, and the skull appeared in his pupils unabashedly.

"This ......"

He was speechless, Rao had read more than 300 Buddhist scriptures, and he couldn't understand what was in front of him.

Dead? But he was still standing in front of him with the baby in his arms. How to explain the skull that was blazing with blue fire?

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he jerked at the baby.

The pink face is a human child.

Since words could not be communicated, Mu Ming had to paint. Fortunately, although Mu Ming has no talent for painting, after all, his spiritual power is strong, and his thoughts can be expressed through painting.

"What year and month is it now, and who is in charge of the kingdom of God?" looked at the skeleton in confusion.

Mu Ming was very happy, and it was a good exchange.

"It's hard to say what year and month, each vassal state has its own algorithm, as for the kingdom of God, does it mean the great powers of the ancient period?"

If it weren't for the ancient characters written by this mysterious skeleton man, he might not be able to associate them together, after all, 50,000 years have passed since ancient times.

"If it was a great power in ancient times, it would have ceased to exist since the fall of the Flying Soul about 50,000 years ago. ”

Vainly muttered to himself, could this be a dead soul who returned from ancient times?

The blue fire in Mu Ming's eyes became more and more vigorous, and he naturally knew the title of Fei Ming, that was his name, had it been 50,000 years?

No wonder the vicissitudes of life, he can't recognize the world he once had.

"The predecessors were from the ancient times?" After all, he couldn't hold back and asked the doubts in his heart.

Mu Ming nodded subconsciously.

He was overjoyed and asked, "Where is the Buddha?"

Where is the Buddha? How did I know about it? Mu Ming shook his head.

A sigh was made in vain: "Don't your predecessors know that the Buddha doesn't cross sentient beings, but the Buddha Lord is safe?"

Mu Ming looked at the monk directly, and felt a little funny, ragged and scarred, how are you going to cross your sentient beings?

But Mu Ming can't speak, and even if he can, he won't speak, how can he extinguish the ambition of a younger generation?

Mu Ming turned around, and since he knew that he was still in the original world, the next thing was to take a good look.

Mu Ming didn't fly away directly, since he wanted to see it, he naturally had to walk and watch.

The first time I heard the dog barking, Mu Ming was like a different world, he had been guarding the top of the sky in his previous life, only a disciple was accompanied by a long companion, and he had not smelled the smell of this farmhouse for many years.

Mu Ming walked to the farmhouse, there were a few coarse clothes and cloths hanging in the yard, with a skull on his head, and he really couldn't walk in the world. Mu Ming took one off and wrapped his head in an airtight package.

The moon has just set, the new sun has not risen, the peasant family should still be asleep, Mu Ming stood still, thinking about it, if there is no way to take people's clothes, it is against their own hearts, but they have no long things, how to exchange things for them.

Let's let this peasant family have a wisp of immortality. With a decision, Mu Ming knocked on the door of the house, and there was a sound of getting up in the house.

After a long time, the door was not opened, and the words came first.

"There's no food in the house, you can change to another house!"

Mu Ming smiled bitterly, he actually regarded himself as a beggar, and was about to answer, his mouth opened slightly, but his voice did not come out.

Mu Ming said in his heart, it was really inconvenient not to speak, so he had to knock on the door again.

The door opened, and with it came a bright knife.

All soldiers are iron, Mu Ming is fearless, but this knife is a little inexplicable, and it is even more heartbreaking, because the tip of the knife is directed at a newborn child.

Mu Ming pinched the tip of the knife, with a little force, the knife became powder, Mu Ming stared at the old woman and the old man, and sighed in his heart.

The fingertips flashed and disappeared into the eyebrows of the two.

The fairy fate will not be granted, the old woman, the old man fell to the ground one after another.

After Mu Ming left, he came to the front of the room and prepared to chant the sutra, but he was stunned......