In this commotion, Chu Ming heard a somewhat familiar tone, which immediately caught Chu Ming's attention.
Chu Ming walked over, and the crowd that had gathered in a large circle actually gave way to a path, but those people themselves were completely unaware of it.
Walking inside, Chu Ming suddenly saw an old man wearing a bright red monk's robe lying on the ground, breathing weakly, and a girl wearing white Mongolian clothing, with pretty features and a somewhat ethereal meaning, squatting on the ground and whispering
cry.
"Bao Le'er, Tara has gone to see the Buddha alive!"
"You should be happy for Tara!"
Next to the girl, a tall Mongolian man comforted her.
But even though the Mongolian man said this, the girl still couldn't stop crying. She held the old man's hand with both hands, unwilling to let go.
Seeing this, Chu Ming stepped forward, squatted down, and pointed a finger between the old man's eyebrows. At this moment, the old man's heart, which was about to stop beating, started beating violently, and even his complexion became extremely rosy.
"Who are you?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Get away from Tara!"
It was only then that the people around him woke up as if from a dream. Seeing that there was suddenly an additional person inside, they had no time to be surprised and made their voices heard one after another.
This group of people were together and went on a pilgrimage to the Snowy Mountains together. The old man was the elder among them and was respected and loved by these people.
Now that the old man is going to see the living Buddha, they will naturally not allow anyone to desecrate the old man's body!
With roars of anger, several young and strong Mongolian guys rushed directly towards Chu Ming, trying to capture Chu Ming.
But before they could even get within three feet of Chu Ming, they were lifted up by an invisible force and flew backwards.
This time, it was not that Chu Ming had exploded Gang Qi. The Gang Qi could only hit an inch in the air, and then its lethality would be reduced. What Chu Ming was using now was the innate True Qi.
After cultivating Zhenqi martial arts to the innate realm, Zhenqi can be gathered and dispersed by the heart, and even the Zhenqi can protect the body, with almost no loss.
"Exotic skills, this Han man knows different skills!"
Someone screamed.
In just a few breaths, the old man opened his eyes and then sat up on his own.
"Tara, you're alive, that's great!"
The girl who was still holding the old man's hand tightly exclaimed in surprise. When she suddenly saw Chu Ming pointing his finger at the old man's eyebrows, she was so sad that she didn't even have time to react.
"Baole'er, I'm still alive, but I seemed to have seen the Living Buddha just now." The old man said.
"Tara, it was this Han brother who saved you. He just pointed his finger between your eyebrows, Tara, and you woke up. Even Torrey and the others were knocked away before they even got close to this Han brother.
When you get out, you will be like a living Buddha!"
The girl said hastily, unable to suppress her inner joy in her words.
"I was really going to die just now!"
said the old man.
"The world after death is very strange. Before I could take a closer look, I felt like I was being pulled back by something!"
"Young man, you, you..."
The old man looked at Chu Ming. Halfway through his words, he seemed to suddenly think of something.
"Leibu."
Chu Ming said.
"Tara, long time no see!"
"Chu Ming, you are Chu Ming, why did you come to our prairie?!" The old man's words were full of surprise.
"How is your master's health recently?"
"No, I'm confused." The old man patted his head, "With your master's martial arts skills, you can live for at least another fifty years."
"I came to the grassland to practice!"
Chu Ming said.
"As for my master, he has already gone!"
"What?!"
The old man was stunned when he heard this, unable to accept the news.
"What happened?"
"A lot has happened, it's hard to describe in words."
Chu Ming stood up.
Seeing that Chu Ming was unwilling to say more, the old man stopped asking further questions.
"Brother Ming, you are Brother Ming!"
At this moment, Bao Leer took a closer look at Chu Ming's features, finally recognized him, and immediately shouted in surprise.
"You're so tall now!"
"And your hair, why is it like this? If Tara hadn't told me, I wouldn't have recognized it."
"And Brother Ming, what you used just now is the method used by your Middle-earth gods. You can bring Tara to life with just one click!"
After Bao Leer recognized Chu Ming, she immediately returned to her lively nature.
Tara and Chu Ming's master Qin Zongran are good friends. As far as Chu Ming knows, the two of them met when Qin Zongran was traveling in the grassland when he was young.
Six years ago, Tara took Bao Leer to visit Qin Zongran and lived in Leibu for more than three months.
Bao Le'er also met Chu Ming at that time. In Chu Ming's memory, Bao Le'er was like a lively bird, chirping all day long, but it brought a bit of liveliness to Lei Bu.
mean.
…
At night, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars are so bright that they seem to be within reach.
Tara's tribesmen lit up a pile of fires on the grass to drive away the darkness and cold.
"Your martial arts in Middle-earth are truly miraculous. You can actually bring the dead back to life. This is simply a magical power that only a living Buddha can have!" Old Man Tara lamented beside the fire.
"And your feet, you walked barefoot all the way, and they were not stained by any dust. Zong Ran didn't have such a method back then. You have surpassed your master."
The old man didn't know the meaning of Chu Ming's understatement. He didn't know much about the martial arts in Middle-earth, he just thought it was the magic of martial arts.
Chu Ming sat next to the old man. At this moment, he had changed into Mongolian clothes, and his gray hair was still hanging down his back. In the night, many people from Tala looked at Chu Ming with eyes full of curiosity and curiosity.
Explore.
During the day, the methods Chu Ming displayed were just like the magical powers they imagined only a living Buddha could have.
If they hadn't known that Chu Ming was a Han Chinese, they might have really thought that Chu Ming was the living Buddha who had come to this world.
The old man talked a lot that night, but Chu Ming just listened quietly. The old man told a lot of old things, including stories about Qin Zongran, Chu Ming's dead master in this world.
If it were the original Chu Ming of this world, he would definitely listen to it with great interest, but to the current Chu Ming, it sounds like he is watching a character in a story, telling the protagonist the story of another person.
This is a very subtle feeling, like I am not myself. Chu Ming came to this world and got the memory of Chu Ming in this world. Chu Ming's acquaintances in this world also became his acquaintances.
But after all, he is no longer the Chu Ming he used to be. That memory is an identity, a background, and a cause and effect. Chu Ming did not escape from the various things in his memory. Instead, he used his own thoughts to assume Chu Ming's identity and used his own
Will to unravel.
This is a very strange state, as if you have started a new life and have a new experience, but you are still yourself, which is quite a bit like knowing that you are a guest in a dream.