It is a long-abandoned temple with peeling vermilion paint and rusty door knockers.

Outside the temple, the night rain was dripping, and there was a sense of gloom and loneliness.

Inside the temple, five people dressed in robes lit a bonfire, took out some dry food, and talked loudly while eating.

Ning Fan sat in the corner of the temple, without any intention of approaching to talk to people.

His garments were not wet at all, and the rain was so strong that if he did not want to, the rain here would not have touched him.

"Boy, you look like a scholar, how do you travel without luggage, are you robbed by bandits?"

A big man in a big coat looked at Ning Fan, and when he saw that Ning Fan had no long body, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Come on, come on, help the uncle pick up some firewood, add some fire, and let you eat a few mouthfuls of meat." A big man who was nibbling on half a roast chicken also laughed.

In the words, there is a hint of irony.

The five of them are all people in the green forest, and they have never looked down on weak scholars like Ning Fan, but they have fun with Ning Fan.

Ning Fan glanced at the five people lightly, but he didn't say anything, and naturally he wouldn't add firewood to these people to beg for food.

begged, he disdained. He likes only to rob.

But for a few mortals, he didn't bother to snatch anything. He has his own principles.

Seeing that Ning Fan didn't care about them, the five big men in the big clothes lost their interest, and they didn't care about Ning Fan, and started to talk about other things.

Ning Fan looked at the rain outside the temple, and his mood gradually became waveless.

He couldn't remember who he was, but he remembered everything he felt about the rain.

He remembered all his supernatural powers, remembered all his killings, but he didn't remember who he was.

Suddenly, Ning Fan's eyes flashed, but he saw a young man in white slowly walking into the night rain.

This young man has an ordinary appearance, but between walking, he naturally has a temperament that goes hand in hand with life and death.

The young man. It's not far from turning into a god.

This cultivation is secondary, but this enlightenment of life and death is faintly a few points higher than Ning Fan!

"This person's artistic conception is life and death!"

Ning Fan's face remained unchanged, but there was a shock in his heart.

Since ancient times, life and death have been the ways that immortals need to comprehend, but there is a Yuanying monk who uses life and death to enter the Tao and transform into gods.

Although this person's cultivation is still low, this Dao enlightenment is by no means weaker than his own.

The young man in white looked at the five men in the big clothes gathered around the bonfire and frowned.

His mood of life and death faintly showed signs of enlightenment in this rainy night. But the vulgarity of these five big men in big clothes has ruined this atmosphere.

He wanted to sit down in a corner, but suddenly his eyes changed.

But in the corner, Ning Fan was sitting and looking at him with a smile.

Ning Fan was originally here, but his aura was too restrained, and for a while, the young man in white almost ignored him.

This kind of thing is rarely encountered in the life of the young man in white, except for facing a few powerful people.

Such as Situ Nan. Like a lark

"This man is a monk, and his cultivation is far greater than I am today, but he doesn't seem to have any ill will towards me. ”

The young man in white sat beside Ning Fan and nodded slightly to Ning Fan. But he didn't say much, and looked up at the rain outside the temple.

Ning Fan didn't say much, he also looked at the rain, as if any superfluous words would destroy the beauty of the rainy night.

"I've finally found shelter from the rain. ”

A voice entered the temple. Immediately, another person sheltering from the rain entered the temple.

This is a big man, wearing a thin shirt.

As soon as the Han entered the temple. His eyes swept over the people in the temple, but he froze on Ning Fan and the young man in white.

"Oh, I didn't expect to see people in this temple. In Xia Mozhi, what do you call the two friends?"

"People in the mountains and wilderness, there is no name, just call me a big cow. The young man in white hugged his fist slightly.

"I don't know who I am, some people call me Lu Sheng, but I always feel that this is not my real name. Ning Fan also clenched his fist slightly to the big man.

He faintly saw the extraordinaryness of this big man, this person's artistic conception is very similar to Yun Bushu, it is the artistic conception of forgetting.

But his cultivation with Yun Bushu is worlds apart, this person's cultivation is not the first step of cultivation, and it is not even a life immortal

"Interesting, could this scholar really meet a bandit and be beaten stupidly, and he can't even remember who he is?" said several men in big clothes.

Mo Zhi frowned, faintly discovering something from Ning Fan, and seemed to be not sure.

Then he smiled and said, "It turns out that Brother Lu doesn't know who he is, but he is similar to me." It's rare to meet two fellow Taoists here, so why don't you sit down together and have a discussion on this rainy night?"

"On the Dao" Ning Fan's eyes are sometimes dazed, sometimes clear, although he doesn't know who he is, but he knows that he is pursuing the way of life and death.

On the way, it's good.

He bought a lot of wine, and when he talked about it, if there was good wine, it would be a good thing.

Ning Fan didn't say much, flicked his sleeves, took out three jars of wine, took one jar for himself, and gave Mo Zhi and Da Niu one jar each.

The young man in white named Da Niu chuckled, took a jar of wine, and drank it bitterly, but he was a free and easy person.

Mo Zhi was stunned, and he also took the wine, smiled and drank bitterly.

Then he looked at Da Niu and said, "Brother Da Niu's cultivation is amazing, if you are not mistaken, you should have reached the realm of artistic conception soul locking and cloud hope." ”

Da Niu's eyes changed slightly, revealing a little cautious, and he avoided talking about his cultivation.

There were several big men around the campfire not far away, and one of them laughed loudly,

"What nonsense you guys are talking about, we didn't understand a word, what kind of artistic conception locks the soul, and the sky is hopeful, isn't it crazy!"

Mo Zhi looked at Ning Fan again, and after taking a closer look, his gaze became more and more solemn.

This kind of solemnity is not because of Ning Fan's cultivation, but because he saw something else.

"Brother Lu's cultivation is also amazing, and what surprises me the most is that Brother Lu doesn't seem to be a person from this world. Brother Lu seems to be from outside the Reverse Dust Realm, no, Brother Lu is from outside the Four Great Realms and is an extraterritorial monk. I don't know where Brother Lu comes from?"

Ning Fan's eyes were stunned, and he seemed to be a little confused, "I don't know." ”

A few big men around the bonfire laughed again, "Ha Luha, what is inside and outside the realm, what is outside the territory, these people are really crazy!"

Mo Zhi smiled slightly, and he was not angry.

If it is not crazy, it is naturally difficult to understand the law of the Heavenly Dao, if it is not crazy, who will seek the art of immortality, the so-called heavenly desire, there must be desire, this is the truth. ”

The big man by the campfire. frowned and scolded, "I'm really a madman, I didn't understand a word." ”

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

Da Niu said, "Brother Tai is mysterious." I don't understand it. But I think. Crazy word. The land is not good. It's better to be stupid!"

"That's a good point! Very good! People in my generation have no obsession. It will certainly not be able to achieve positive results. Circle the Heavenly Dao's detrimental life!"

Mo Zhi smiled, looked at Ning Fan again, and asked, "What does Brother Lu think of idiots?"

"Idiot" Ning Fan's eyes became more and more dazed. "Whether you are crazy or stupid, you can seek the Tao, but my Tao is 'attachment'. Obsessed with the heart, he became a demon and reincarnated for thousands of years. No regrets"

"Persistent" Mo Zhi and Da Niu showed a thoughtful look in unison.

Foolishness is trapped by love, fascinated by the Tao, and reversible for love.

Persistence, but it is the initiative to lock the love in the heart, rather than the devil in the heart, not to retreat, let alone give up.

"Persistence, uh, where did we just go? ”

Mo Zhi suddenly looked dazed.

"What a madman!" the big men around the campfire laughed.

"That's it, forget it, forget it, in Xia Mozhi, what do the two Taoist friends call them?"

"Big bull. Da Niu's eyes flashed slightly, as if he had found something.

"Maybe, my surname is Lu, maybe not. Ning Fan was at a loss again.

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, which is the beauty of the rainy night and the taste of life. ”

The sound of rain falling outside the temple came in bursts, and sometimes thunder swept by, illuminating the rainy night instantly.

The bonfires in the temple flickered between light and dark, illuminating the surrounding areas in an uncertain light. Just like changing between life and death, this light and darkness 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?" Da Niu was about to ask this question, but Ning Fan had already asked.

Ning Fan was at a loss, and this confusion was the confusion of not being able to participate in life and death.

Mo Zhi pointed to the bonfire and said, "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. ”

"Crazy!" This time, several big men around the campfire, all of them looked at Mo Zhi with strange eyes.

"What is death?" Ning Fan asked again.

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

"Where did we go before?"

Without waiting for Ning Fan and Da Niu to speak, a big man by the bonfire immediately said, "That scholar just asked you, what is death!"

Mo Zhi glanced at Ning Fan apologetically, hesitated slightly, and asked, "Presumably Brother Tai already knows my name, I don't know what Brother Tai will call him?"

Another big man by the bonfire said with a smile: "He has a bad memory like you, he can't remember who he is, he only knows that his surname is Lu!"

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

What this person perceives is indeed the artistic conception of forgetting. Da Niu thought.

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

"What is death is death, if it is death, it is death, if it is death, it is death, if it is death, it is forgetting. This is death. ”

"Today, there is no rootless water to fall, the water of this depression is life, he has no roots and water loss, the water of this depression is death, there is no vitality, there is no circulation, the so-called dead water, this is the case!"

Mo Zhi pointed to the big men around the bonfire and said: "Today, they are happy, angry, sad, and happy, that is, they are born, and on other days, they will not be happy, angry, sad, and happy, and they will not escape reincarnation, which is death." ”

Mo Zhi pointed to the petal base pad in the interior of the temple, and said, "When the statue of this temple is there, the temple is living, and now that the statue is gone, it is death!"

With that, he stood up and pointed to the sky again. said, "This rain, born in the sky, died in the earth, the process in the middle, is the life of the rain, 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." It's the life of this rain, it's life and death!"

When Da Niu heard Mo Zhi's high theory, a little confusion disappeared in his heart, as if he had an epiphany, stood up, and hugged Mo Zhi with a fist.

At this moment, the big bull has not yet turned into a god, but he can almost step down in one step, life and death!

Ning Fan's eyes disappeared slightly, but he still hadn't fully understood.

He always felt that what Mo Zhi said was still one-sided.

He spoke of the death of the temple. The death of rain, the death of mortals, the people of flowers and trees, but only. The death of the immortal was not spoken

"If they are at the pinnacle of the Tao, they will live forever on the surface, but in fact they will die, right? What is immortality?" Ning Fan suddenly asked.

This question suddenly turned into two thunderbolts, which exploded in the minds of Da Niu and Mo Zhi.

The life and death that Da Niu has just realized. Confused again. He didn't think about this question.

Mo Zhi's face changed, his master was a peerless powerhouse, and he never thought about whether his master would also fall.

Will he die, will he die He felt the way of heaven here, thinking that the way of heaven was profound, but in fact, the way of heaven he saw was still one-sided.

Did the immortality he pursued not exist in the first place?

The death of a mortal, the death of a monk, should be different from the death of a monk of the fourth step. The death of the monk in the fourth step should touch the origin of the Tao

Suddenly, Mo Zhi seemed to realize something, and looked at Ning Fan in surprise, "I know the truth, the reason why you can appear in the Reverse Dust Realm is because"

He heard his master say that among the strong people outside the territory, there is a fourth-step supreme who incarnates heaven and earth with his body, reincarnates with dreams, and wakes up from dreams to extinguish.

The reincarnation that this person is in has a life and death calamity, which can help the monk to see the supreme avenue!

The Ning Fan in front of him may be a monk in that immortal realm who has survived the tribulation of life and death!

What they saw Ning Fan was not real, and what Ning Fan saw them was not real.

One is true, the other must be false, and the two can never coexist in this rainy night.

"I still don't understand the way of life and death, even if I step on life and death, maybe I still don't understand. Stepping on life and death, one step of life and death, this is only the first step to understand life and death, many life immortals, even the first step of understanding life and death have not been done, I seem to remember who I am. If the heart dies, you forget, what Brother Mo said is very true, if the heart does not die, everything can be recalled"

"This is the opportunity I obtained by refining the seven life and death crystals, is it the life and death calamity!"

"I, it's Ning Fan! The obsession in my heart can't be erased even by reincarnation, and this life and death calamity can't blind my heart either!"

Ning Fan pointed out, and the entire world was shattered like glass.

Although Mo Zhi's words did not touch the origin of the Dao, they gave Ning Fan a lot of inspiration.

There are 500 more patterns of life and death above the primordial gods, for a total of 1,720.

The scenery in front of him is changing rapidly, and the first rebirth and death calamity has been broken by it.

"It's very good to listen to what Mo Zhi said, I am not in a reincarnation with them, a time and space, perhaps, there will be no day to see each other, this life and death calamity is really mysterious, and it can actually let me see other reincarnated characters. Is this the Purple Dou Immortal Emperor's means?"

Ning Fan's body gradually dissipated, and the world realm began to condense piece by piece

Xiniu Hezhou, a place called Ningjiazhuang, has a rich man, known as Ning Laocai.

According to rumors in the village, this man has two wives, each of whom is like a flower.

In Ningjiazhuang, in a deep house compound, in a bedroom, a man and two women are on the couch in the rain and clouds.

The man was a fair young man, handsome in appearance, but his eyes were full of desire, and he was fighting on two delicate women.

The two women were both stunning, one with black jewel-like black eyes, named Xiao Er.

The other with cold blood eyes is under attack from the youth, named Hong'er.

That young man is Ning Laocai.

The two women are naturally his wife.

During the attack, the white young man suddenly stopped his movements, and looked at the two beauties under him in disbelief, his face was very embarrassed, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"How did I end up here, who am I"

"Well, you guys are names, although I can't remember them, but I vaguely remember that I shouldn't have done this kind of thing to you, our relationship, isn't it not this far, uh, my head hurts. ”

"Husband, why did you stop so fast" Xiao Er's eyes were misty, panting like an orchid. His chest heaved slightly, but he smiled slyly.

"Hmph, can't you do it with just a little effort, aren't you going to fight me for 300 rounds!" Hong'er sneered playfully, and greeted her delicate body, but she put something in it again.

yes

Ning Laocai's forehead was bruised.

He couldn't do it? He was actually told by Hong'er that he couldn't?

Although he didn't remember who he was, he remembered that he was the owner of Ningjiazhuang and the husband of Hong'er and Xiao'er.

The husband is a fish, and it seems to be a matter of course

"I'll show you. Isn't it really bad to be a husband?"

Ning Laocai leaned down and pressed down

The palms of the hands swim on the delicate bodies of the two women

After a lot of madness, it was already evening, and the second daughter had fallen asleep contentedly.

Ning Laocai got up, changed into clothes, refreshed, and had a strange feeling in his heart.

He always felt that he really shouldn't do this kind of thing to his second daughter.

But the second daughter is obviously her own wife and concubine, why can't she do such a thing?

In memory. He has loved his children countless times

Why, why

It's as if something important has been forgotten

"Master, the monsters are here! A monk who claims to be from the Eastern Tang Dynasty has entered the village with three monsters!"

"Monk?"

Ning Laocai's eyes froze. Pushing the door out, a fierce momentum was condensing in his eyes.

The maid who came to report the news thought that her master would be as timid and afraid as before, but she didn't expect today's lord to be so sharp. When I heard that the monster entered the village, I was not afraid.

"With me, Ningjiazhuang will be fine! Take me to meet this monk and monster!"

The maidservant was stunned.

How could his own master have ever been so arrogant. How is it different today from usual I am really not afraid of monsters, and I have to go to see monsters, and I also said that I want to protect Ningjiazhuang

She took Ning Fan all the way out of the mansion, looking for monks and monsters in the village, and suddenly, she heard a roar like thunder.

"Bah! The huge Zhuangzi, why can't you see a person, get out of the pig grandfather, quickly put good wine and good food, and honor you pig grandpa!"

A black-maned pig demon carrying a nail rake walked over with a big grin.

As soon as he saw the handmaid in front of Ning Fan looking good, his little eyes immediately turned green, full of obscene smiles.

"Hey, what do you call this young lady. ”

He stepped forward to talk to the servant girl, and the servant girl fell to the ground in fright, trembling all over, hugging Ning Laocai's thighs, with the intention of asking for help in his eyes.

"What does my handmaid call and what does it have to do with you!"

In Ning Laocai's left eye, a purple and black light suddenly flashed!

A demon ancestor's might suddenly suppressed the black-maned pig demon.

At the moment of touching this demonic power, the pig demon's face was shocked, and the demon blood couldn't help but tremble.

"You, you, you're the Demon Ancestor!

In the impression of the pig demon, the demon ancestor is equivalent to the ancient immortal venerable.

Ten Thousand Ancient Immortal Venerable, that is a figure at the peak of the second step of the cultivation path.

If it is in the future life, it may be called the Immortal Emperor

Naturally, he was terrified!

"Wu Neng, Hugh is rude!"

A white monk walked over and bowed to Ning Fan with his hands folded.

"The poor monk is from the Tang Dynasty in the East, and it is getting late today, so he wants to come to Guizhuang for a night. The poor monk has three apprentices, each with an amazing appearance, if it disturbs the owner, please forgive the owner. ”

Ning Laocai clasped his fists at the monk and looked at the other two disciples behind the monk.

Eventually, eyes fell on the monk.

Looking at the monk's clear gaze, for a moment, Ning Laocai seemed to remember something.

"I'm Ning Fan!"

"Who is this monk! Obviously he is just a mortal, but his eyes are as sharp as a dream Xuanzi!"

Meng Xuanzi is the Immortal Emperor of the Palm Tablet, is this person also an Immortal Emperor!

"I don't know what the elder is called?" Ning Fan asked with his fists clenched.

"The world calls me Xuanzang, you are different from the people in this world, you can be an exception, call me the golden cicada. As you expected, in my previous life, I was probably the Immortal Emperor you said, but in this life, I am just a mortal who is dedicated to worshipping the Buddha. Jin Chan smiled.

His gaze was empty, as if he could see through what Ning Fan was thinking.

This person, what a weird supernatural power (to be continued......