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 also quietly flows, this is the beauty of the rainy night, but also the taste of life." ”

Ling Feng looked sideways at the outside of the temple, and there was a commotion that came slowly, and sometimes there were thunderbolts that swept through the sky, illuminating the outside in an instant.

The bonfire in the temple flickered only in the light and dark, and the light and darkness around it were also reflected. Just like between life and death, this bright and dark sword also seems to contain the 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?" Ling Feng said softly.

This question has puzzled him for a long time. The mystery of life and death, he has always pondered.

Mo Zhi retracted his gaze, pointed to the bonfire, and said with a smile: "This fire is life." ”

Ling Feng was silent, looking at the uncertain bonfire, 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 people say, make a fire, make a fire." Presumably, this fire is life. ”

"Crazy!" This time, almost all of the big men around the campfire looked at Ling and Mo with strange eyes.

This fire is life

Ling Feng 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 an empty meaning, and after a long time, he looked around blankly.

"Where did we go before?"

Without waiting for Ling Feng to speak, a big man beside the bonfire immediately said, "He asked you just now, what is death!"

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

Similarly, without waiting for Wang Lin to speak, another big man by the bonfire smiled and said, "His name is Feng Lin!"

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

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

He cultivates the mysteries of life and death, so he needs to comprehend the artistic conception of life and death, but he can't guess what kind of artistic conception Mo Zhi perceives, but he can make people forget some things.

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 realm"

"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 confused, and he muttered: "What is death is death, if it is death, death, if it is death, death, if the heart is dead, forget this, it is death." ”

Ling Feng's heart was shocked, these words, like a thunderbolt from the sky, immediately crossed his heart, blowing away the fog of life and death a lot.

Death is death, death is death, death is death, death is death, death is death, death is forgetting

Mo Zhi's eyes showed a hollow look, he looked around, his right hand, casually pointed at the puddle outside the temple, and muttered: "Today, there is no rootless water falling, the water of this depression is life, he has no roots and water loss every day, this depression stops water, it is death, there is no vitality, there is no circulation, the so-called dead water, this is the case!"

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

He moved his right hand, pointed to the petal base mat in the temple, and said: "When the statue of this temple was there, the temple was living, and now that the statue is gone, it is death!"

Speaking of this, he stood up, pointed to the sky, 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, I don't look at the sky, I don't look at the earth, I don't see the rain, but the life of this rain, which is life and death!"

Ling Feng 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 Fenglin, if you understand, you understand, if you don't understand, you don't know how to do it yourself."

Ling Feng 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 man mean by what he said just now?" one of them couldn't help but ask. The others looked sideways at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng shook his head with a smile and said, "You 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.

To die is to die, if a person dies, he dies, and if the heart dies, he dies

Ling Feng 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 was originally at the pinnacle of the heavenly realm, and his understanding of the artistic conception of life and death was only a beginner, but suddenly it grew rapidly, and with his understanding of the artistic conception of life and death, almost instantly, he reached the requirement of breaking the void.

It can be said that at this moment, as long as the Demon Yuan in Ling Feng's body is solidified, he can reach the Void Breaking Realm.

It's just that this place is obviously not a place to cultivate, Ling Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart and accelerated the speed of his flight.

"Presumably, Brother Mo Zhi's artistic conception is the death of the heart, so there is a forgetting realm because it can be the ultimate in the heart, so he can die by 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 Ling Feng's state of mind, his perception of life and death, finally surpass the void, at this moment, he deserved it, he had become a strong man who broke the void, and had the true meaning of life and death that belonged to him.

Breaking the weakness and being strong is the initial dividing point of all levels.

All this is precisely because once a monk reaches above the realm of breaking through the void, the focus of his cultivation is from the skin and flesh to the transformed state of mind, based on the Great Dao of Perception, and starting with the use of the power of heaven and earth.

The artistic conception, breaking the void realm and the above monks, the most important realization, no matter what the artistic conception, will eventually be a part of the Great Dao, and it is the existence of the law.

According to the different understandings, the artistic conception is also different, to be precise, 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 they can absolutely affect the pace of cultivation in the future.

Therefore, the Void Breaking Realm Monk is a level realm with the largest difference in strength, and if he comprehends the ordinary mysteries, then although he is extremely powerful compared to the Heavenly Realm Monk, he is inferior to other Avatar Cultivators.

In fact, if Ling Feng wanted to become a Void Breaker, he could already do it as early as when he destroyed the Yellow Spring Holy Land and returned to the Reser Valley to realize that all things were destroyed, but although the Destruction Artistic Conception was strong, it was not born in his heart.

Ling Feng flew all the way, and in this rainy night, he directly entered the city of the Demon Domain.

This time, Ling Feng didn't stop, but spread out all his speed, quickly rushing towards Lucheng.

A month later, in Lucheng City, a young man with a long sword on his back walked slowly, with a hint of sigh in his eyes.

He is Ling Feng!

Ling Feng didn't stop at all, and went directly towards the City Lord's Mansion in Lucheng.

"Stop!" Just as Ling Feng was approaching the City Lord's Mansion, suddenly, a guard pulled out the heavy sword in his hand and looked at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng raised his head, looked at the guard, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "Go and tell Miaoli that I, Ling Feng, are back." ”

The guard froze in place, his face full of consternation.

Who is Ling Feng, he is the hall master of the remnant realm, the leader of the Yama Tavern, and a well-known figure in the entire Nine Netherworlds.

Lucheng is known as the base camp of the remnant realm, and the city lord Miaoli is Ling Feng's servant.

"Are you Lord Ling Feng?"

The guard was a little surprised, looked at Ling Feng and asked.

Ling Feng nodded, but at this moment, not far from the City Lord's Mansion, a knife-cutting young man walked towards the City Lord, but just as he approached Ling Feng, his body froze and he suddenly knelt on the ground.

"The boy broke the sky and saw the hall master. The knife boy looked at Ling Feng, his eyes full of blazing color.

Since he was a child, he had heard his father tell him about the deeds of the hall master, and he had always admired Ling Feng, but he had never seen Ling Feng's true face.

"Are you?" Ling Feng was puzzled, and after thinking for a long time, he never had the memory of this young man.

"Tian'er, what are you doing at the door?" At this time, a strong voice sounded, but when the owner of that voice saw Ling Feng, he was stunned for a moment.

"Hall Master!" Severed Voice's voice trembled a little, and he looked at Ling Feng and said slowly.

Ling Feng laughed, looking at the severed gaze with a hint of calm.

After a hundred years of penance, his cultivation of the state of mind has reached the extreme, in the cave of sorrow, he understands life and death, and comprehends the avenue, in the temple, he and Mo Zhi discuss life and death, and the cultivation of the whole person has been greatly improved.

But he didn't care about any of this, and he was excited.

Because, the hall master has returned, and the hall master who has lost news for more than a hundred years has returned.

"Break off, you go and inform them, and they will say that I am back. Ling Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of indifference, and he said slowly.

Broken Li nodded, and didn't care about the broken sky at the door, and trotted inside, which made those guards look at Broken Li in surprise.