Time passed slowly, and three days passed in a blink of an eye, and Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the huge stone gate, in that strange realm, similar to enlightenment, chasing the change of the ninth rule.

The mosquito beasts scattered all around, dense but did not disperse, but looked around vigilantly, especially the mosquito king, simply lying on the stone door beside Wang Lin, a pair of cold eyes, cold slowly swept around, all the mosquito beasts that were dropped by their gaze, all showed extremely respectful expressions.

This king will only be different when his eyes fall on Wang Lin, the coldness will dissipate, and in its place, it will be a kind of attachment. It's like a child, attached to his parents. In fact, in the heart of the mosquito king, Wang Lin is such an identity.

Next to the Mosquito King, there were four mosquito beasts whose color had reached dark blue, like guards, surrounded them, and an aura comparable to the Great Perfection of Pure Nirvana emanated from them.

It can be said that a small mosquito colony of about 5,000 mosquito beasts, led by the mosquito king, has already reached a scale. Similarly, these mosquito beasts gradually accepted Wang Lin's existence, but this acceptance, if there was no mosquito king, would collapse immediately.

In the midst of the hissing sound, Wang Lin always sat there cross-legged, silently feeling the rules on the stone gate, which contained eight rules, but in its breath, the traces of the vicissitudes of time turned into the ninth.

Compared with the eighth bell, this ninth type can be said to be the strongest! Wang Lin didn't have time to realize all of them, so he had to abandon the first eight types with i and choose the strongest ninth type.

The desolation of the stone gate, the loneliness revealed, in this strange frolic world, made Wang Lin's heart have a sound, he sat on the stone gate, as if he had become a stone gate, looking at the vicissitudes of heaven and earth, looking at the changes of events, looking at the sky tens of thousands of years of changes swept by, looking at the ups and downs of the earth and mountains. He was a little hearted, and it seemed that he was gradually vicissitudes.

Nearly two thousand years of cultivation is really insignificant compared to this stone gate, but at this moment, when his mind merges with the stone gate, he is full of a feeling that the years are circulating in his heart.

Just as a painter looks at the mountains and rivers and looks at life, always before bringing it into his heart, there is an illusory framework, a vague existence in the heart, Wang Lin sat on the stone door, did not look down at the stone gate, but opened his eyes at some point and looked ahead.

His gaze was calm, like the surface of a lake, like an ancient well without waves. It's just that in those calm eyes, there is a trace of reminiscence, which unconsciously turns into a ripple, shaking out Wang Lin's dusty memory.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a father walking between mountains and rivers with his children on a Xiuzhen star, talking and laughing, where the peaks were towering and the river was rippling.

The father and the child continued to conquer the mountains, constantly crossed the mountains, rivers and lakes, and shouted with the child in the sea, so that the sea roared and set off huge waves.

This scene with the memory of the taste of the years flowed like flowing water in front of Wang Lin's eyes, it was the past of his life where pain and joy coexisted, and it was an indispensable memory of a part of his life.

At this moment, Wang Lin sat on the stone gate, while picking up his memory, he looked at the heaven and the earth, and slowly left everything in front of him in his heart.

"Monasticism...... In fact, it is to bring the Tao into the heart, and this is the way of cultivation. The so-called perception and artistic conception are actually this path, leaving a moving in the heart, silently adjourning the meeting, merging with the Tao, and in the end, it has become an artistic conception and a thought. ”

Wang Lin seemed to be talking to himself, and closed his eyes again in a mutter, this time, although he closed his eyes, he could still see the heavens and the earth, and in his mind, a majestic stone gate also stood tall.

The only difference is that on the mountain gate in his heart, he is not the only one sitting there, there is a figure beside him, it is a child, a child who seems to never grow up, maybe in Wang Lin's heart, Wang Ping, no matter what time it is, is still just a ...... Child.

Wang Ping is not real, but brought by Wang Lin's memory, illusory, he sat next to Wang Lin, like his childhood life, silently accompanied his father, watched the sunrise and sunset with his father, walked all over the world together, and ...... together Lonely loneliness goes down. "If all this can be eternal at this moment and become a moment of beauty, then life may not have so many regrets and choices. ”

In Wang Lin's heart, he and Wang Ping always sat on the huge stone door, and there was originally a vague nothingness below, but at this moment it gradually changed, and the sound of waves echoed, like ocean waves.

A boundless sea appeared under the stone gate, and from a distance, the stone gate seemed to break out of the sea, piercing into the sky, and even though the sea water was permeated, it was always towering and immovable.

The sound of the waves, in this silent world, has become everything, until the sea and the sky in the distance, the orange golden rays of the early sun are reflected on Wang Lin and his son, stretching their backs. "The sea rises and the night falls, and the years are like memories...... Eternity is not nothing, but the eternity of that moment will make people intoxicated, heartbreaking, and make people unwilling to wake up, and pursue it with a smile, until it becomes a dream, forever, eternal, dissipated in the dream. Ping'er, the father's second-type supernatural power, is called Liuyue, okay?"

Flowing Moon.

Flowing years.

Because it is always flowing, so the years have also become eternal, when there is a force that makes this eternity collapse, so that there is a fragrance in an instant, it is a terrible shattering.

Wang Lin's perception has been continuing, time has passed, and seven days have passed in a blink of an eye, and he has been sitting at this stone gate for ten days.

Mosquito good always surrounds, from a distance it looks like a red cloud, gradually surging in the diffuse, the wind blows from here, with a whimper, but it can't take away the breath of the years on the stone gate, and it can't blow away the red cloud formed by mosquitoes and beasts. In the past ten days, the mosquito king has always crawled there, waiting for Wang Lin to wake up.

At dusk on the tenth day, in the distance in the sky, more than ten Changhongs cautiously walked forward, and these more than ten Changhongs were all leaders in the eighth-order star field who did not participate in the grand ceremony.

Li Wulei was one of them, he and his party were waiting for their friends to come outside the crack in the wind world that day, but they didn't expect to meet Wang Lin, and they even saw the scene of the mosquito beast as if they were greeting, and their hearts were shocked.

Afterwards, my friend Xiao came, and after everyone's discussion, a few days later, he cautiously entered the crack in the wind realm and came to the wind realm. It's just that along the way, although they were cautious, they strangely didn't encounter any mosquito beasts, which made them more cautious in surprise.

As they continued to move forward, the mosquito beast still hadn't seen half of it, and if they hadn't known the wind realm they had entered, they would have even wondered if there had ever been a mosquito beast here.

There are many ruins on the earth, many of which are originally due to the existence of mosquito beasts, they have no place to enter, and in the past, when they entered this wind realm, they were only active on the edge of the periphery, and this is the first time in countless years that they are gradually going into the depths.

The more they walked into the depths of the Wind Realm, the slower and more nervous they became, constantly observing their surroundings, but the harvest was also quite rich, far more than all of them had before.

On this day, they were flying, and suddenly Li Yuanlei's body shook, and at the same time, all the pupils of all the people around him shrank, and they all joined the paper.

Here, they didn't dare to spread their Divine Consciousness too widely, but at the moment, they didn't need to disperse their Divine Consciousness at all, and the red cloud that almost covered the sky in the distance, as well as the faint buzzing sound, immediately made their scalps tingle. After entering this place for nearly ten days, the mosquito beast that seemed to be missing appeared in their eyes.

But the strange thing is that if you change the past, once a mosquito beast appears, it will immediately hiss, but at the moment, those mosquito beasts are motionless, and they don't even look at the more than ten people in the distance, just around the stone gate.

This strange scene made everyone retreat, and they couldn't help but pause, one by one they were extremely vigilant, and they were even ready to flee at full speed if something was wrong. "Those mosquitoes and beasts surround ......," one of them gasped, staring at the huge stone gate that was faintly visible in the red cloud in the distance, and whispered.

"Even the elders of our sect have almost never been here at such a distance, and they must have never seen such a stone gate building. Looking at the appearance of the stone gate, it seems that it was an extremely important altar object when the fairy world had not collapsed. A young man in black said softly. "On that stone gate, there are people!" Li Yuanlei cultivated to the highest, and faintly saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the huge stone gate among thousands of mosquito beasts.

As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked, their eyes showed disbelief, and they all looked cautiously, and gradually, with the condensation of their eyes, they all vaguely saw Ge Wang Lin sitting cross-legged on the stone door!

"There's someone sitting there!"

"Who is this person, who can calm down surrounded by mosquitoes and beasts!"

"What's even weirder is that those mosquito beasts don't attack this person, but faintly seem to be guarding!!

"This is impossible, mosquito beasts have never been domesticated, and when they encounter monks like us, they are fighting to the death, how can they protect them!" For a while, everyone's hearts were shaken, and they showed a shocked look, and they didn't believe what they were looking at at at all.

"Don't forget, the white-clothed monk we saw outside the crack, if you look closely, the man on the stone door is white, although he can't see it clearly. Li Yuanlei suppressed the shock in his heart and said in a low voice.

"Someone can control the mosquito beast, this matter is ......" The monks around were silent one by one, especially those who came later, they didn't see Wang Lin, they just heard the people around them mention it, they didn't believe it at first, but at this moment, they had to believe it, and the shock in their hearts was several times stronger than that of others.