Strange land, dense forests, dark clouds all over the sky, a trace of rain turned into a curtain of rain falling from the sky.

In an ancient temple not far away, several pedestrians who sheltered from the rain sat in it, lit a fire, and sat on the side of the fire to avoid the rain and dispel the cold.

The rain became heavier and heavier, but after a while, lightning and thunder roared, and the downpour fell, and lightning swept across the sky, like a silver snake dancing.

Inside the temple, a man in a thin shirt and a young man in white gathered around the fire and talked to each other.

"What is life?"

"This fire is life."

"Why?"

"I don't know what life is, but I have often heard mortals say, make fire, make fire. Presumably, this fire is life. ”

"What is death?"

"What is a dead ......... Death is death, if a person dies, he dies, if the heart dies, he forgets......... This is death. ”

"This rain is born in the sky, and dies on the earth, the process in the middle is life, I look at this rain, I don't look at the sky, I don't look at the earth, I don't see the rain, but the rain is born............... This is life and death. ”

The confusion and emptiness in the eyes of the man in the thin shirt were even worse, and he pointed to the rain outside the temple and said.

The young man in white was moved, stood up, and bowed deeply to the big man.

The big man nodded with a smile, and was about to leave, when he saw a silver snake flashing outside the temple, and then a figure came from outside the temple.

"What is the cause?"

Faint words floated from outside the temple, and the man in thin shirt and the young man in white were all stunned.

A drooping old man with a hunched body walked in from outside the temple, his eyes black and white, and a strange fluctuation flowed.

Looking at the old man's body, the young man in white always felt a little familiar, and after looking at it carefully, the young man's expression changed, but he saw the identity of the old man.

"It's him!"

said in his heart, the young man in white is Wang Lin, although the appearance and breath of the old man have changed greatly, he still recognizes it, after all, he has been together for more than ten years, and he has been the old king next door for more than ten years.

"Brother Chen, I haven't seen you for many years."

The old man raised his head and glanced at Wang Lin, smiled lightly at him, walked over slowly, and sat down by the fire.

"I didn't expect that in this small place, I would be able to meet a person from the Dao realm again."

The man in the thin shirt did not leave in a hurry, but sat down again, looking at Chen Xiaoming with interest.

"In Xia Mozhi, Brother Dao is ..............."

"Chen Xiaoming."

The artistic conception of the person in front of him is forgetfulness, and the heart is forgotten, Wang Lin's artistic conception of life and death is inspired by it, and today Chen Xiaoming came, not for anything else, but for the sake of the Tao.

"Why?"

The same question came up again, and he didn't see through it after all.

Look at the mountains are mountains, see the water is water, and see the cause is the cause!

Wang Lin's eyes showed a thoughtful look, and he comprehended the artistic conception of life and death, but he was silent in the face of Chen Xiaoming's question at this moment.

Mo Zhiduo glanced at Chen Xiaoming, also thought about it, and then there was a hollow look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"I once heard that somewhere in the world, there is a kind of flower, called the other side flower."

"There are two goblins guarding the flowers on the other side, one is called Manzhu and the other is called Shahua."

"When the flowers bloom on the other side, Manzhu guards on its side, and when the flowers bloom on the other side for a thousand years, Manzhu guards them for a thousand years."

"When the flowers on the other side fall, Shahua will stand by and wait for a thousand years until the flowers on the other side bloom again."

"I don't know what the cause is that you asked me, but I think this is the cause!"

"Mortals often say, cause, cause, presumably this beginning is the cause!"

Chen Xiaoming frowned, looking at the flickering bonfire in front of him, the red flames were as gorgeous as a blooming flower on the other side, Chen Xiaoming felt as if he understood something, but he didn't understand anything.

After a moment of silence, the doubt in Chen Xiaoming's eyes deepened.

"What is the effect?"

The confusion in Mo Zhi's eyes became more and more intense, and he looked blankly at the world outside, and slowly got up.

"The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years, the flowers on the other side fall for a thousand years, Manzhu and Shahua have been guarded for thousands of years, but they will never see each other."

"I don't know what you're asking, but I think Manju and Sawa should have met."

"This fire is the cause, and the fire is the effect."

He lowered his head blankly, looked around, pointed at the fire, and muttered.

"This rain is born in the sky as the cause, and falling on the earth is the effect, and the process in between is life and cause and effect for you!"

"When you come here today, you will talk about cause and effect as cause, and you will become enlightened because of him one day, and this is the effect!"

Mo Zhi's confused and empty eyes flashed with a hint of reminiscence, and he slowly turned around and stared at Chen Xiaoming.

"Brother Chen, I don't know what cause and effect you are asking, but I have heard a sentence that I will send you today."

"Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death!"

After speaking, Mo Zhi raised his legs and walked towards the outside of the temple, the heavy rain was pouring down, with a bit of reminiscence and confusion, and disappeared into the rain.

Chen Xiaoming sat cross-legged, looking at the bonfire in front of him, the flames rose, as if the flower on the other side had bloomed, vaguely, the guardian Manzhu and Shahua met, met together, and formed a fruit, Manzhu Shahua!

Chen Xiaoming's understanding of cause and effect was even more profound, he got up slightly, said to Wang Lin, and then did not stay any longer, turned around and walked out of the temple.

Walking in the rain, I looked up at the sky shrouded in dark clouds, the rain was born in the sky as the cause, and the rain fell on the ground as the result, the process in the middle is life and cause and effect.

The beginning is the cause, and the result is the effect! Start, Result......... This is also cause and effect!

On a vast rainy day, the arrival is the cause, and the departure is the effect, what is sought is cause and effect, but this itself is cause and effect.

……………

Walking between heaven and earth, there was a sudden feeling in my heart, the rickety body slowly stood up, the old face slowly recovered, washed away in the rain, but for a moment, the traces of the years covered by the spell were erased.

With the comprehension of cause and effect in his heart, Chen Xiaoming realized that he had reached the point where he saw mountains as mountains.

A unique fluctuation spread out from Chen Xiaoming's body, and the artistic conception of cause and effect finally became small at this moment.

The causal artistic conception has been comprehended, and the next thing is to go further, just rely on his own comprehension, Chen Xiaoming is not doing it.

In the heavy rain, Ouyang Qian and Lu Liang, who were not far away, were waiting, looking at Chen Xiaoming's return to his original state, Lu Liang's eyes lit up, his body moved slowly, and gradually returned to his original state.

Ouyang Qian stared at Chen Xiaoming, his eyes showed joy, he knew that Chen Xiaoming had turned into a mortal, all he had to comprehend was cause and effect, at this moment, removing the disguise of the spell, there was a unique fluctuation around him, and it was clearly successful.

Smiling faintly at the two of them, and glancing at the causal artistic conception on the attribute panel, Chen Xiaoming was quite satisfied, and swept away the previous calm momentum.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the world."

Author: Oh my God, I'm dying, I won't touch the fish during the day tomorrow, I'll blow it up this week. Well, the author is scared and owes more.

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