Wang Lin's eyes were calm, his heart was secretly cautious, this entry was really strange, there was no spiritual power in his body, at first glance, he looked like a mortal, but how could a mortal see his identity, Wang Lin remained silent, hugged his fists slightly, and said: "People in the mountains and wilderness, there is no name, call me a big cow." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The big man's eyes showed a strange light, and he looked at Wang Lin with great interest, and said with a smile: "Brother Da Niu, why don't you sit down, you and I will talk about it on this rainy night, wouldn't it be unfortunate.................

Wang Lin chuckled, nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground, flipped his right hand, took out an extra wine jug, and took a sip.........

This fruit wine, since the drastic changes in the Four Factions Alliance, Wang Lin's inventory is no longer much, and if he can save it, he will save it, and he will drink less.

The big man laughed, sat down as well, and said: "Brother Da Niu's cultivation is amazing, if you don't see the anchor below, you should have reached the realm of artistic conception soul locking and cloud thunder hope." Wang Lin's heart moved, and he was even more vigilant about this person, but on the surface, he was calm as usual, and he just smiled lightly and avoided talking about it.

At this time, several big men beside the spring fire not far away, one of them laughed loudly and laughed: "What nonsense you two said, we didn't understand a word, what kind of artistic conception locks the soul, and the cloud and thunder are hopeful, isn't it crazy!" Mo Zhi smiled slightly, and said: "Your Excellency's words are very true, the word crazy, it is very good to use, if it is not crazy, it is naturally difficult to understand the law of the Heavenly Dao, if it is not crazy, who will ask for the art of immortality, the so-called heavenly desire, there must be desire, this is the truth." ”

The big man next to the fire, frowned, and scolded: "It's really a madman, I didn't understand a word." ”

Mo Zhi smiled dumbly, shook his head slightly, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "Brother Da Niu understands?" ”

Wang Lin looked like a smile and said: "Brother Tai is mysterious, I don't understand it, but I think that the word crazy is not good to use, it is better to use idiot!" ”

Mo Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he smiled: "Okay! Idiot, very good! People in my generation, if they don't have infatuation, they will definitely not be able to achieve positive results, and they will fulfill the fate of the Heavenly Dao! ”

Wang Lin took a sip of wine and smiled silently.

Mo Zhi looked at Wang Lin, his eyes suddenly showed a trace of confusion, and a hollow color appeared. Wang Lin made a touch of his eyes, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and his right hand was quietly placed on the storage bag on his waist.

After a long time, the confusion in Mo Zhi's eyes gradually disappeared. "Just now...... We...... Where's that? ”

Wang Lin frowned and stared at this person.

At this time, several big men beside the fire not far away had been listening to the conversation here, and the person who spoke before laughed and said, "It turns out that he is really a madman." ”

Mo Zhi sighed lightly and smiled at Wang Lin: "That's it, forgetting is forgetting, under Mo Zhi, I don't know what Your Excellency will call?" ”

Wang Lin's brows tightened, and after a while, he shook his head and chuckled, took a sip of wine, and said, "Da Niu J"

Mo Zhi nodded, looked at the rainy night outside, and exclaimed: "The beauty of the rainy night lies in the artistic conception, in the endless life, the flowers and plants absorb water vapor, and the original will to die quietly flows, this is the beauty of the rainy night, and it is also the taste of life." ”

Wang Lin looked sideways at the outside of the temple, and there were bursts of noise, slowly coming, and sometimes thunderbolts swept through the sky, illuminating the outside in an instant.

The bonfire in the temple flickered between light and dark, and the surrounding area was also reflected in the light and darkness. Just like between life and death, this moon and darkness also seem to contain the heavenly way of life and death.....

Light is life, darkness is death, and in the flickering light and dark, life and death are staggered.

"What is life?" Wang Lin said softly.

This question has puzzled him for a long time.

Mo Zhi retracted his gaze, pointed to the bonfire, and said with a smile:

"This fire is life!"

Wang Lin was silent, looked at the uncertain fire, and said slowly: "Why? Mo Zhi smiled, looked at the bonfire, and said slowly: "I don't know what life is, but I often hear mortals say, make fire, make fire."

Presumably, this fire is life. ”

"Maniac!" This time, almost all of the big men around the bonfire looked at Wang and Mo with strange eyes.

This fire is the birth...... Wang Lin gradually realized something, but he didn't seem to understand, he was silent for a moment, and then said, "What is death?" ”

Mo Zhi was just about to speak, but suddenly his eyes showed a confused look again, revealing a hollow meaning, and after a long time, he looked around blankly.

"We ...... Before...... Speaking of which? ”

Without waiting for Wang Lin to speak, a big man by the bonfire immediately said, "He asked you just now, what is death!" ”

Mo Zhi glanced at Wang Lin apologetically, hesitated slightly, and asked, "Presumably Brother Tai already knows my name, I don't know what Brother Tai is called?" ”

Similarly, without waiting for Wang Lin to speak, another big man next to the fence said with a smile: "His name is Da Niu!" ”

Mo Zhi's eyes were even more apologetic, and he said: "Since I comprehended the way of heaven in Xia, my memory has deteriorated, Brother Da Niu forgive me." ”

Wang Lin remained silent, but his heart was shocked, he hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What kind of artistic conception is what Brother Tai feels?" ”

It is quite taboo to ask people directly about their artistic conception, but Mo Zhi didn't mind, but the confusion in his eyes was even stronger, and he said slowly: "Forget the ......"

"Hey, you haven't said what death is, but it's interesting." A big man beside the campfire urged.

Mo Zhi's eyes became more and more confused, and he muttered, "What is death...... Death is death, if a person dies, he dies, if the heart dies, he forgets...... This is death. ”

Wang Lin was shocked in his heart, and this sentence was like a thunderbolt from a sunny sky, which immediately crossed his heart and blew away a lot of the fog of life and death.

Death is death, death is death, death is death, and death of the heart is forgetfulness...... Mo Zhi's eyes showed a hollow look, he looked around, and his right hand casually pointed at a puddle outside the temple, and murmured: "Today, it is said that there is no rootless water, the water of this depression is life, he said that there is no root of water, and the water of this depression is death, there is no vitality, there is no circulation, the so-called stagnant water, it is so!" ”

Then he touched his right hand again, this time, it was on the big men around the bonfire, and the hollowness in his eyes was even stronger, and he muttered: "Today, they are happy, angry, sad, and happy, that is, they are born, and he said, they will not be happy, angry, sad, and happy, and they will not escape reincarnation, which is death." ”

His right hand suddenly moved, pointed to the petal base pad in the temple, and said: "When the statue of this temple is there, the temple is living, and now the statue is gone, it is death!" ”

Saying this, he stood up, pointed to the sky again, and said: "This rain, born in the sky, died in the earth, the process in the middle, is life, the reason why I look at this rain, not the sky, not the earth, what I see is not the rain, but the life of this rain...... This is life and death! ”

Wang Lin was moved, stood up, and bowed deeply to this Mo Zhi.

Mo Zhi smiled, raised his feet and walked out of the temple, strode forward, and gradually left, and in the distance, his voice was heard.

"Brother Niu, if you understand, you understand, if you don't understand, you don't understand...... Good for yourself......"

Wang Lin looked at the rain in a daze, and after a long time, he smiled dumbly.

At this time, several big men around the bonfire showed a confused look, they vaguely seemed to understand something, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that there was a layer of fog in front of them, covering their eyes.

"This brother, what did that person mean by what he said just now?" One of them couldn't help but ask. The others looked sideways and looked at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin shook his head with a smile and said, "You ...... I don't understand ......."

So saying, he lifted his feet, left the temple, walked in the rain, looked at the sky, this rain, born in the sky, he looked at the earth, this rain, died on the earth.

In the middle, it is the life of rain!

This is life and death!

Fire is life, because it has life, and the so-called fire is like that.

Death is death, death is death, death is death, and death of the heart is forgetfulness...... Wang Lin walked between heaven and earth, his heart was suddenly clear, he vaguely grasped a trace of pulse, a trace of the pulse of life and death.

He originally only had one year left to transform into a god, but suddenly it grew rapidly, and with his understanding of the artistic conception of life and death, almost instantly, he reached the requirements of transforming into a god.

It can be said that at this moment, as long as Wang Lin is willing, he can immediately turn into a god.

It's just that this place is obviously not a place to transform into a god, Wang Lin suppressed the urge to turn into a god in his heart and accelerated the speed of his flight.

"Presumably, Brother Mo Zhi's artistic conception is that his heart is dead, so he has forgotten...... Because he can be extremely in his heart, he can forget himself, forget everything, and there is only one word left! Wang Lin took a deep breath, this Mo Zhi is a strange person!

The epiphany of the temple on a rainy night made Wang Lin's state of mind finally override the god, and at this moment, he deserved it, with the qualifications of the god, and the artistic conception of the god.

Transforming the gods and cultivating the earth, the difference in strength is the initial dividing point of all levels.

All this is precisely because once a monk has reached the level of transformation into a god, then the focus of his cultivation is transformed from skin and flesh to the state of mind, based on the understanding of the way of heaven, and starting with the use of the power of heaven and earth.

Artistic conception is the most important realization of monks above the gods.

And according to the different understanding, the artistic conception is also different, the preparation of the world, there are many artistic conceptions, but among these artistic conceptions, there is not no difference between strength and weakness.

Although as long as the artistic conception reaches the extreme, there is little difference, but the initial steps are different, but it can absolutely affect the pace of cultivation in the future.

Therefore, the transformation of the gods and the cultivation of the earth is the largest difference in strength of a level realm, among which if you have comprehended the ordinary way of heaven, then although it is extremely powerful compared to the Yuan Ying, but among the other god transformation cultivators, it is inferior.

In fact, if Wang Lin wanted to turn into a god, he could already do it as early as when he could carve the first statue of the god in Baiyun Sect, but that kind of artistic conception was not born in his heart, but in the path of others, so that even if he turned into a god, it would be difficult to make a breakthrough in this life, and the possibility of achieving infant transformation was extremely slim.