Not only was everyone surprised and did not expect it, even Wu Ming was quite surprised when he heard it.
When he saw this old man whom he had met once again, even if he had a photographic memory, if Wu Ming had not already remembered his aura, he would not be able to compare him to that old man with unparalleled medical ethics, kind heart, and fair-haired boyish face.
connected together.
Sun Buming, the King of Medical Immortals and Medicine King Wanjia gave birth to Buddha, and the direct son of the old god of Medicine King Valley.
At this time, although his hair was still white, it was a bit of withered grass, his formerly rosy cheeks were wrinkled into orange peel, and his eye sockets were sunken.
The faint scent of medicine all over his body now clearly revealed the air of decay, decay and impending death, even more so than an ordinary old man. Even Wu Ming couldn't help but frown.
This is no longer simply the aura of dying, but a body of elixir energy that has turned into erysipelas. And because he has been successful in refining elixirs throughout his life, the erysipelas is so powerful that it can kill ordinary semi-saints.
If you don't have one breath left, relying on your breath and your own will to suppress the erysipelas, no living thing will be able to approach wherever it passes.
Once you fall and your own energy returns to heaven and earth, it will not be the treasured land of the apricot forest, but a vicious place full of poisonous gas.
Don't look at this old man who spent his whole life refining alchemy and practicing Taoism, and mistakenly think that his strength is at the bottom of the same level. If he really has such a mentality, he will definitely die very hard.
In particular, Sun Buming himself is still the legitimate son of a saint, and the King of Medicine has certainly cultivated himself to an extremely powerful level.
Once you specify life and death, you can live and die with human flesh and bones, and vice versa.
Moreover, he has been practicing medicine and making friends all over the world throughout his life, even more than Lu Jiuyuan. Based on the various treasures he has accumulated, even if he cannot be ranked at the top, he is still one of the most difficult beings in the same level.
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But even with such an existence, he was so injured that he only had one breath left. It was even a little obsession that allowed him to return to Chang'an.
"Have you ever thought that it was Sun Tong who did it?"
Wu Ming sat next to Sun Buming and asked like this without asking who did it.
"Hey, what's the difference?"
Sun Buming smiled happily, his voice was old and hoarse, but it revealed an indescribable freedom and ease.
"Yes, there is indeed no difference!"
Wu Ming was silent.
Although this possibility is very small, Wu Ming was a man in his two lives, and he saw all kinds of life, and the world was hot and cold, and he didn't mind at all and thought the worst about human nature.
For a being like him, there is no difference whether his nature is inherently evil or inherently good. It is just a matter of his attitude and habits in life, and that's all!
"At such a young age, my thoughts are so heavy. Be careful, you may get old before you get old!"
Sun Buming said solemnly.
"You're old enough to be open-minded, haven't you spent your whole life worrying about it?"
Wu Ming smiled.
"You kid, at this time, you still don't know how to save some face for me, the old man, as you promised to respect the old and love the young?"
Sun Buming blew his beard and stared, pretending to be angry, laughing and cursing.
However, the aura of decline that was extremely sluggish and the waist as stooped as a bridge all showed signs of decline, indicating that this old man with unparalleled medical ethics was about to die soon.
"ha!"
Wu Ming laughed and said nothing.
"You are indeed a master who does not suffer any loss. As usual, shouldn't you ask me what my old wish is now?"
Sun Buming said a little annoyed.
"Hey, you are always joking. In terms of identity, you are the legitimate son of the old god. In terms of connections, the little Medicine King has friends all over the world. In terms of wealth, you have accumulated a lifetime of practicing medicine. Even saints look at you with suspicion.
As long as you keep shouting out, not to mention the countless disciples and descendants of Yaowang Valley, looking around the state, no matter the human beings, monsters or savages, I am afraid they will rush to complete it for you, there will be no shortage of boys!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Hmph, you are extremely smart and want to walk alone. You probably don't care about my wealth and connections!"
Sun Buming's eyes showed regret and disappointment, and he shook his head slightly and said, "A Dan of Dane can't save people's hearts, it can't go against fate, and it can't pass the way of heaven. I hope you will do your best!"
"The Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao, and the name can be named, but it is very famous!"
Wu Ming smiled, free and easy, "I seek my own way!"
"It's good that I seek my own way. I hope you can find a different way!"
Sun Buming's cloudy eyes flashed with light, his breath suddenly condensed, as if he was reviving, and he said in a high tone, "Let Mr. Li come over and see me!"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, stood up slowly, bowed his head solemnly to the old man, put away the jade box on the table, and walked out of the courtyard slowly.
"Linyuan, Linyuan, you have indeed found a good successor, a different successor. Hey, brother, I am not bad either. I hope you can walk slower. That old ghost from the Wei family is no longer good. When the time comes, we will
The three of us can still be companions, ugh...ahem!"
Sun Buming murmured, his aura gradually revived, but his face became paler.
The half-sage medical doctor who was originally as gentle as jade, with the spring breeze blowing in the willows and the warm sun shining on the world, is now as menacing as an unsheathed sword, revealing an indescribable edge.
This situation, as anyone with some knowledge knows, is just a flashback!
Buzz!
At this moment, a stream of light passed through the courtyard and fell in front of Sun Buming. It was a mottled ancient coffin.
There was a heavy snapping sound, and the coffin lid opened on its own, and out came a humanoid monster about ten feet tall, with two horns on its head, green-black scales on its body, and green-faced fangs, looking as ferocious as a demon.
"Master-uncle!"
The demon glanced around blankly. When he saw Sun Buming, he suddenly froze. His eyes were red and he knelt down on the ground. He cried and kowtowed, "Uncle Master, who is it? Who did this murder?"
"Idiot!"
Sun Buming chuckled and shook his head, pointed his finger, hit it right between the demon's eyebrows, and said lightly, "The King of Medicine's finger, life and death, flesh and bones, yin and yang, life and death, are all in one finger.
It can help people become good, and it can also enlighten demons, everything is done with determination!"
Buzz!
Before he finished speaking, the emerald jade fluorescence suddenly appeared, and the skinny fingers that stood out were like natural jade. They melted directly, sinking into the middle of the demon's eyebrows, and gradually permeated his whole body.
"No, great uncle..."
Tears filled the corners of the demon's eyes, and his eyes showed pain and admiration. It flashed through his mind that when he first entered the sect, he was ostracized by his peers because of his identity and was not favored by his master.
He met an amiable old man by chance and gave him advice and guidance from time to time, which finally allowed him to achieve some success in medicine.
But he didn't expect that the meeting would be like this, and that the other party would transfer all his skills to him through the King of Medicine.
I really didn't want to accept it, but I was unable to resist, let alone refute the old man's good intentions and last wish.
Under the medicine king's finger, the demon's scales softened and resembled green clothes. The figure of a man about ten feet tall shrunk like an ordinary person, only slightly taller. The green color on his face faded and his fangs disappeared.
In the end, he turned into a young man with a tall figure, a handsome and resolute face, and a hint of sadness. It was Li Donghu!
"One thought is a devil, and one thought is a human being. It's all in one thought. I hope that I've entrusted you with an evil person, and I hope you can take care of yourself!"
After Sun Buming finished speaking with a smile, he turned into ashes and scattered, leaving nothing left.
"Master!"
Li Donghu kowtowed and cried.
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"One thought becomes a devil, another thought becomes a human being!"
Wu Ming, who was drifting away, suddenly turned around and looked into the depths of the courtyard. His mind, which had been calm for a long time, became slightly disturbed again, and there was a hint of sadness between his brows.
There is no shortage of respectable and admirable people in the world, and they will always warn future generations in ways that ordinary people cannot expect!
Lu Jiuyuan was like this, Sun Buming was like this, and the old Mr. Wei Quyang was like this too.
“Don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you!”
A wry smile appeared in Wu Ming's heart, and he looked somewhere in Chang'an as if aware of it.
There, there was also a faint cry, and there was also a breath that dissipated. If nothing unexpected happened, it was the death of the famous dragon-slaying tycoon!
Wu Ming could imagine that if he hadn't come out of nowhere, the two of them would never have died.
At least, he won't die now.
In this battle, the two elders will most likely shine, and even condense their own holy path and find their own path in the troubled times.
Unfortunately, things are unpredictable, and they met Wu Ming, who was unparalleled in luck.
I only see the smiles of the new ones, but don’t hear the cries of the old ones.
Wu Ming couldn't laugh. Although he was sad, he had no intention of being sad, and he didn't allow himself to be weak.
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old!
Perhaps, as early as when the descendants of Shaolin saw the old sweeping monk whose eyes were completely destroyed, all this was already doomed!
Just like the fire-headed monk standing in front of me.
"Amitabha!"
Hui Neng clasped his hands together, his big fat face seemed to have lost weight, but also seemed to have gained weight. Regardless of whether he was fat or thin, his face was full of dust but could not hide his sorrow and sadness.
"Thank you, Master!"
Wu Ming returned the Buddhist salute.
Such a solemn look really made Huineng stunned for a moment. He rubbed his bare forehead with some confusion. The next moment, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he jumped three feet high and waved his hands repeatedly.
"No, no, it's too expensive. I can't do it. I absolutely can't do it!"
Huineng dodged again and again, leaving everyone who noticed this scene stunned.
Who is Wu Ming?
The unparalleled genius who plotted against all the saints and succeeded in trapping and killing the Demon Emperor, now living at ease in the world.
But now, holding a precious glazed sword and a ten thousand seal cassock, he was forcibly defeated by a fat-headed and big-eared monk who was dressed like a cook. He tried many times in a row without success.
That's all. As the fire-headed monk moved around, there was a hint of Zen. It was a return to nature!
"Amitabha!"
From an unknown corner, a low, slightly bitter call came from the Buddha's name, and a monk who was as handsome as jade and had a prosperous and troubled life disappeared without a trace while shaking his head.
Shenxiu, the first contemporary Buddhist who was born in the Shaolin Temple and has good roots, has only scratched the surface of returning to nature with the help of supreme Buddhist teachings.
But now, Hui Neng, the fire-headed monk who was expelled from Shaolin back then, can actually survive a few moves under Wu Ming. Although the latter did not use all his strength, it is enough to show that Hui Neng is extraordinary.
"Take it!"
After all, it was Wu Ming who was superior in skill, and his dazzling moves did not last long before he paused. Wu Ming grabbed Huineng's hands and forcefully gave him a sword and a cassock.
Huineng had a bitter look on his face. He couldn't accept it and couldn't push it back. His face was full of bitterness.
"I promise you I won't fall into the devil's path!"
Wu Ming turned around and left, ignoring the Chang'an city defense formation and disappeared into the horizon.
"Amitabha, very good!"
The loud chanting sound spread throughout Chang'an, like a bell and a bell, like a promise, like a prayer, and even more like a farewell!