At night, the stars are low and the sky is dark. There are only one or two stars, which can't bear to be lonely, and always shine with a dull yellow light.

The cool breeze swished through the gloomy jungle and rustled. In the midst of this sound, the elongated insect chirping can be heard from time to time, one after another, but no resonance can be heard.

Not far from the jungle, on a flat ground in the middle of a small village, a bonfire is blazing and dancing. Gathered around the fire was a group of happy villagers, writhing with the flames, laughing and laughing.

Not far from the fire, there are also some villagers steaming sheep and slaughtering cattle, and they are very busy.

At the campfire, Yue'er's slender figure was isolated.

Yu Chengfeng, who was sitting around the fire, looked at Yue'er from time to time, who was far away from the crowd, but never stood up and went over to talk to her.

The cold wind is ruthless, but Yu Chengfeng is unaware. Maybe at this time, Yu Chengfeng can go over to accompany him, and Yue'er's closed door may be a little opener.

In the happy crowd, only Yu Chengfeng remembered that there was still such a person, standing alone in the corner

At night, the winding mountains can only see a little outline, but it does not affect the handsomeness of the mountains in this area, the mountains seem to compete for power, one is higher than the other.

A golden light crossed the sky above the mountains, and the cold wind flew in the direction of Foluo Mountain according to the red of the setting sun, and in the past half a month, the cold wind has not rested, but it is found that it has not yet reached Foluo Mountain. You can imagine the distance between the True Yang Domain and the Foluo Mountain.

However, according to the memory conveyed by the sunset red to the cold wind, Foluo Mountain should be near here, but why is it missing.

The cold wind couldn't help but slow down the flight speed, and carefully looked at the nearby mountains. Strangely, the mountains around here are not as green as the ones you just passed. There are not so many shrubs in the mountains, like a bald mountain, and one pile of grass can be separated from another by more than ten feet, which looks very desolate.

Eventually, the cold wind stopped flying, and he stood in the void, looking around. Suddenly, his body was stunned, his pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Because just as he was about to fly away, he inadvertently saw that this bald mountain was hundreds of miles away, very much like a person lying on his side, and if he looked closely, he couldn't find it at all.

In order to determine this, Yu Chengfeng flew to the higher sky, widened his field of vision, and used his spiritual power to make his vision better.

Looking down from the sky, a Buddha lies on his side in the mountains, like a magnificent work of art, becoming the only one in this mountainous area. At this moment, Leng Feng no longer thinks that this is a bald mountain, on the contrary, he feels that this Buddha Mountain has brought invisible light to this silent night.

The cold wind had been in the air for a long time, and he was now completely sure that this was Mount Flo.

So, he flew towards Mount Flo and landed on the mountain, which was no different from the usual mountains. At such a close distance from Mount Flo, the mystery of the cold wind in the mountains is gone, but on the contrary, it gives people a sense of loneliness, and they will feel that this is a wasteland.

Buddha Mountain, in the mystery, has long been dusty. It is not the true face of Foshan, but only in this mountain. The same is true between people, perhaps in the acquaintance, there is still a sense of distance, which will make people have a sense of mystery, so they want to close the distance. But once you get closer, you will find that it was not as beautiful as you imagined.

And the relationship between Yue'er and the cold wind is like the movable Foluo Mountain and the mountain watcher. The cold wind is like the sleeping Buddha, Yue'er wants to shorten the distance between each other, but the cold wind can always maintain such a distance between each other.

The cold wind was blowing on the Foro Mountain, and I couldn't help but think about it for a long time. He was not thinking about the problems between people, but suddenly learning about some enlightenment.

If the immortal method only evolves in detail, if the enemy's perception is subtle, I am afraid that it will be easy for the local area to detect the weakness. Zou Lao said that there is no shallowness and no depth, and relatively speaking, if the immortal law is not small, there is no big. Now Leng Feng only has an understanding of the fine side, whether it is the immortal method or perception, but how to make the immortal law a big one, it can still give people a hazy and unpredictable feeling. Just like looking at this Buddha Mountain from afar, any part of him is lifelike, giving people a sense of mystery.

And the immortal method, to be small and large, and can also maintain a certain distance of evolution, will undoubtedly make the enemy elusive and difficult to break. Although Leng Feng understands the truth of this, he still has no understanding of the evolution of the immortal law cage, let alone the sense of distance of the immortal law.

Seeing the Buddha's enlightenment, Leng Feng was able to understand this, just because the mantra evolved his thoughts into the state of 'looking at the mountain or the mountain', without so many feelings and whimsical thoughts, and regarded the 'Tao' as the simplest appearance.

Just as Leng Feng was pondering, a sentence in his ear disrupted Leng Feng's thoughts.

"The balance of yin and yang, how many people have been able to do it throughout the ages? Without self, there is no heart, no heart, how can you act?"

The voice was old, revealing a trace of weakness. The cold wind suddenly turned around, but he didn't notice that there was an old man slowly approaching him.

Leng Feng's pupils contracted, and he saw the old man riding on a relatively strong donkey, and after speaking, he picked up the gourd on his waist and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

The old man looked unscrupulous, his face was wrinkled like a knife, his eyes were hollow, his white hair was disheveled, and he was dressed in tattered clothes, which was even more unbearable than that of a worldly old man.

"Who are you?" Leng Feng asked lightly.

As he spoke, the old man riding the donkey had already come to Leng Feng's side, he got off the donkey, and almost fell, and after stabilizing his body, he said

"It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is that you only think about who others are, but you don't know who you are?"

As soon as these words came out, Leng Feng's heart was like being struck by lightning, and he was suddenly shocked. When he was enlightened just now, what the old man on the donkey said seemed to be exactly what Leng Feng was puzzled about. And at this moment, the old man's words are undoubtedly proving that he knows the current situation of the cold wind.

At first, when Leng Feng saw this old man, he could see through people's hearts so lightly, and he couldn't help but be vigilant. But when he approached, he saw that the old man was so gentle and ordinary, and the cold wind was relieved in his heart.

"Can you tell me who I am?" Leng Feng asked.

The old man riding a donkey, holding the donkey by hand, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and said

"Fate arises and dies, whether you have a fate in the past and you in the future depends on yourself. Although the Tao seeks fate, it cannot be forced, and 'I' can't ask for fate, so why seek the fate of the Dao?"

Leng Feng locked his eyebrows and thought deeply, and was confused by the old man's words. After a long time, the cold wind was stunned and said

"What do you mean?"

The old man riding the donkey smiled lightly and said

"Maybe he can understand what your fate is. ”

For some reason, when the old man riding a donkey said 'him', a figure quickly flashed in Leng Feng's mind, and there was his incarnation Yu Chengfeng.