Wang Mei had a problem, and Xiao Lang's face was white, and one of the big people in front of him frowned. At the time of this discussion, although there were no rules and regulations, and even during the heated debate, there were many sages who spoke foul language, but at this time, the debate had just begun, and Wang Mei was so aggressive, but everyone present began to have some resistance in their hearts.

Wang Mei saw that Xiaolang's face was pale, and he no longer asked, but returned to the topic. The words also made it a little more acceptable:

"What Mei says here is that the deceased knows, and he is not lying about it. What about ghosts and gods, who dares to talk about it?"

In fact, in all fairness, today's issue is quite difficult. Whether it is for the children of the Wang family, or for Wang Mei personally. After all, whether the deceased was knowledgeable or ignorant, the evidence needed to support the fat policy cause is mostly some folk legends, whether there is knowledge or ignorance, even if it is raised, it cannot be proved whether it is apocryphal.

After the intervention of the helper just now, although Wang Shizi felt embarrassed, he couldn't admit defeat, Wang Qi, who had never opened his mouth, cleared his throat at this time and said:

"Even if, as Lang said, life and death are like yin and yang, and they are things of reincarnation, and even if they are reincarnated, they should not be regarded as dead. The ignorance of the deceased is that after the death of the body, the soul can know and maintain its true nature. ”

Wang Qi's last sentence fell, and the other three people present except Wang Mei all looked up at him, but fortunately, all the Xiaolang on the round platform are now in the spotlight, and the three of them are not the three most abrupt.

Wang Mei was also shocked when she heard the word "divine soul", Wang Qi was surprised by her eyes, her heart beat slightly, and when she looked carefully, Wang Mei had recovered her usual slightly smiling expression.

"Man is divided into God and body. Zhuangzi's dream butterfly can be said to be a butterfly to the soul, or a butterfly to the soul of Zhuangzi. Wasn't Zhuangzi a dead man when he became a butterfly? He still kept what he knew, but he just pinned his energy on butterflies. The knowledge of the dead refers not only to those who died, but also to some of the living. ”

Wang Mei once again put forward a point of view, and unconsciously, the active and passive between the subject and the object of this conversation were exchanged in this way. Seeing that he said that the dead also included some living people, everyone had doubts on their faces, including many children of the Wang family sitting opposite. Just listen to her continue to explain:

"The so-called death can be described as physical death, but it can also be described as divine death. How can it be said that the deceased is ignorant when he surrenders his will and spirit to his descendants, and his descendants carry it forward, but his body and death still exist in heaven and earth?"

"The so-called god dead, the body action is still the same as yesterday, but its god is dead, there is no new achievement, and what he thinks is also the same as the clouds, but it is still feasible, is this kind of dead person ignorant?"

Wang Mei's voice was not high-pitched, but what she said and thought made the little men present really start to extend along her train of thought:

"What do you mean, those ordinary people who have no achievements can be called dead?" The first to speak was the extremely active Wang Sheng, although he was asking questions at this time, listening carefully, he could still hear the disapproval.

"This little lang doesn't have to be so subtle, the dead person pointed to by his eyebrows can also be a scholar Langjun who has nothing new to think about. After a small stab at most of the young people present who had nothing new, Wang Mei smiled faintly and continued:

Most of the people in this world are the dead, and most of their survival is only to continue the thoughts and thoughts of the living gods, which can also be seen as the dead knowing, people can die, but God cannot be easily destroyed. ”

What Lang said was quite a bit Buddhist. At this time, Xiao Lang, the fourth who was sitting opposite Wang Mei and had not spoken from the beginning, suddenly spoke in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, the word "Buddhism" almost directly came out of Wang Mei's reverse scales. Almost as soon as she heard these two words, she shook her head categorically and sarcastically:

"Buddha's theory, heh, what Xiao Lang said is advocated by the Buddha Sect of this realm, then it is not what Mei thinks!"

"Oh, isn't what Xiao Lang said about reincarnation?" There was a hint of confusion on the Xiao Lang's face, his long eyebrows furrowed from his sideburns on his clear face, and his eyes were full of confusion.

"The dead are knowledgeable, not the afterlife. If you enter reincarnation, then it is the beginning of another life, and you can't talk about knowledge. It's another life as Xiao Lang said before. Mei only believes that people have a lifetime, this life is exhausted, and the soul is immortal, this is immortality. ”

As soon as Wang Mei's words came out, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky. Everyone looked, but saw the rolling dark clouds drifting in the distance, and for a moment the garden was silent, and everyone's eyes almost followed the trembling and approaching large black clouds. Everyone had a faint guess in their hearts, and they looked at Wang Mei's eyes with awe for a while.

Finally, the dark cloud slowly stopped, and a Wang Xiaolang exclaimed in a low voice: "That...... Seems to be the location of the guest house?"

Even Meng Zhan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, wanting to say something, but saw Wang Mei, who was sitting in front of him on his left, stiffened, and turned his head to look at the dark cloud.

"It shouldn't be what I thought......" Wang Mei murmured in a low voice, and no one could hear her voice clearly except for the moon-ridge pendant in her ear.

"Oh my God! it really rained down!" someone in the audience exclaimed loudly, accompanied by lightning and thunder raging in the direction of Wang's guest house. The voice of his words was not loud, and almost shouted out the speculation in everyone's hearts a moment ago.

This "thunder" turned blue, and everyone roared in their ears, and then they heard a "boom", as if a house had collapsed, and the attendants screamed, and there was even a private inhuman roar, and Wang Mei bit his lower lip fiercely, could it be that the man had actually crossed the catastrophe? This is ...... That man's Jindan catastrophe?!

Although Wang Mei practiced "The Essence of Star Dou", she did not need to condense the golden pill, but to create a sea of stars within her three souls, but she had heard the tribulation of the golden pill many times, and she had personally read no less than 100 copies of the narrative of the golden pill tribulation in the collection of Xuanchengmen.

Wang Mei's expression was complicated, looking at the posture of the heavenly thunder, it was not a thunder tribulation of punishment, but a thunder that quenched the body, which would not hurt the soul, but was a good product used to nourish the soul and refine the body.

The man...... After two days like this, did you actually cross the tribulation? Or was it when I was about to preach?!

Wang Mei bit his lower lip tightly, and a pair of phoenix eyes almost condensed. However, in the eyes of different people, her mood has different meanings:

Some people see that Lu Xiaolang is not surprised by the changes in his position, and he has the style of a general; some people see that Wang Mei is bewitching the people, thus attracting the thunder of the sky; some people see that he is amazing and brilliant to lead the thunder to preach.

"Could it be that this is the legendary Heavenly Policeman of the Dao?!" The one who made this exclamation was Li Mo, one of the three Venerables.