Lin's eyes were calm, and he was secretly cautious in his heart, this person was really weird, with a little 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, just call me a big cow." ”

The big man's eyes showed a strange light, he glanced at Wang Lin with interest, and said with a smile: "Brother Da Niu, it's better to sit down, you and I have a discussion on this rainy night, how unfortunate is it." ”

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 are not mistaken, it should be in the realm of artistic conception soul locking and cloud 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 bonfire not far away, one of them laughed loudly and laughed: "What nonsense are you two 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 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 this heavenly way, 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 by the bonfire frowned and scolded: "It's really a madman, Lao Tzu 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's eyes looked like a smile but not a smile. 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!"

Mo Zhi's eyes suddenly lit up. Laughing: "Okay! Very good! If there is no obsession. It will certainly not be able to achieve positive results. Circle the Heavenly Dao's detrimental life!"

Wang Lin took a sip of wine. The smile is silent.

Mo Zhi looked at Wang Lin. His eyes suddenly showed a hint of confusion. Hollow colors emerge. Wang Lin made eye contact with it. Suddenly my heart was shocked. His right hand was quietly placed on his waist in the storage bag.

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 around the bonfire not far away had been listening to the conversation here, and the person who had spoken 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 you?"

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

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 light and darkness also seems 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, 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 mortals say, make fire, make fire. Presumably, this fire is life. ”

"Crazy!" 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...... Where's that?"

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 by the bonfire smiled and said, "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 was 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 muttered: "There is no rootless water today, the water of this depression is life, he has no roots and water loss every day, the water of this depression 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, on the big men around the bonfire, and the hollowness in his eyes was even stronger, and he murmured: "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 reincarnation, which is death." ”

His right hand suddenly moved, pointed to the petal base pad in the interior of the temple, and said: "When the statue of this temple was there, the temple was 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, far away, 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.

"What did that man 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 pulse, a 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 attentive to his heart, he can forget himself, forget everything, and there is only one word left!" Wang Lin took a deep breath, this Mo Zhi should be a strange person!

The epiphany in the temple on a rainy night finally overtook Wang Lin's state of mind, and at this moment, he deserved to have the qualifications to transform into a god, and he had the artistic conception of a god.

Avatar Monk, the difference in strength is the initial cut-off point among 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 understandings, the artistic conception is also different, the preparation said, 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 Divine Transformation Monk is a level realm with the largest difference in strength, among which if he has comprehended the ordinary Heavenly Dao, then although he is extremely powerful compared to the Yuan Infant, it is inferior to other Divine Transformation Cultivators.

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.

is not the artistic conception of one's own life, after all, it can't be perceived freely, let alone mentioned, how to transcend it......

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