Time passed slowly, and three days passed in a blink of an eye. Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the huge stone gate, in that strange realm, similar to enlightenment, pursuing the ninth rule of change.
The mosquitoes were scattered around, densely packed but not scattered. Instead, they looked around vigilantly, especially the Mosquito King, simply lying on the stone gate next to Wang Lin, with a pair of indifferent eyes, icy around him. Slowly sweeping past, all the mosquitoes and beasts whose eyes fell, all showed an extremely respectful expression.
This mosquito king only made a difference when his eyes fell on Wang Lin. The indifference dissipated, and it was replaced by a kind of attachment. Like a child, like being attached to his parents.
In fact, in the heart of Mosquito King, Wang Lin is such an identity.
Beside the Mosquito King, there are four mosquitoes that have reached the dark blue color. Surrounded like guards, an aura comparable to the Great Perfection of Pure Nirvana radiated from them.
It can be said that, headed by the Mosquito King, a small mosquito group of about 5,000 mosquitoes already has a scale. Similarly, these mosquitoes gradually accepted the existence of Wang Lin, but this acceptance would immediately collapse if there was no mosquito king.
Amidst the roars, Wang Lin always sat cross-legged, silently feeling the rules on the stone gate. There are eight kinds of rules inside the stone gate. Only in its breath, the traces of the vicissitudes of time have turned into the ninth. kind.
Compared with the first eight, this ninth one can be said to be the strongest! Wang Lin didn't have time to realize everything, so he gave up the first eight kinds and chose the ninth one, which was the strongest.
The desolation and loneliness of Shimen, within this unfamiliar wind world, made Wang Lin's heart resonate. He sat on the stone gate as if he had become a Shimen. Looking at the vicissitudes of the world, looking at the changes in the situation, looking at the sky over tens of thousands of years, looking at the ups and downs of the earth and mountains.
His heart seems to be gradually vicissitudes of life.
Compared with the Shimen, the cultivation of the past two thousand years is really insignificant, but at this moment, when his mind merges with the Shimen, he has found a feeling of years flowing in his heart.
Just as the painter looks at the mountains and rivers to see life, always before he brings it into his heart, there is a frame of illusion, vague existence in his heart, Wang Lin sits on the stone gate, does not look down at the stone gate, but does not know When did he open his eyes and look ahead.
His eyes were calm, like the surface of a lake, like an ancient well without waves. It's just that there is a trace of remembrance in those calm eyes. Unknowingly, it turned into a ripple, shaking out Wang Lin's dusty memory.
Vaguely, he seemed to see a father with a child walking between mountains and rivers on a cultivating star, where his fingers were talking and laughing, the peaks were steep and the river was turbulent.
The father took the child and conquered mountains and rivers and lakes, and he shouted to the sky with the child in the sea, causing the sea to roar and set off huge waves.
These scenes and scenes with memories of the years, flowing like water before Wang Lin's eyes, it is the past of his life where pain and joy coexist, and it is an indispensable part of his life.
At this moment, Wang Lin was sitting on this stone gate, while picking up his memories, he looked at the world and slowly kept everything in front of him in his heart.
"Cultivation... actually brings the Tao into the heart. This is the cultivation of the Tao. The so-called perception and artistic conception are actually this path. Keep a touch in your heart, experience it silently, merge with Tao, and finally. That's it. It has become an artistic conception, a thought."
Wang Lin closed his eyes again as if muttering to himself. This time, even though he closed his eyes, he could still see the world. In his mind, a majestic stone gate also stood up.
The only difference is that on the mountain gate in his heart, he is not the only one sitting there, beside him, there is a figure, that is a child who seems to never grow up, perhaps in Wang Lin’s heart, Wang Ping, no matter When it came time, it was still just a... child.
Wang Ping did not exist for real, but was brought out by Wang Lin's memory. He sat next to Wang Lin, just like his childhood. Silently accompanied by my father, watching the sunrise and sunset with my father, walking around the world together, together...Lonely lonely.
"If all of this can be eternal at this moment and become the beauty of the moment, then life, there may not be so many regrets and choices."
In Wang Lin's heart, he and Wang Ping always sat on the huge stone gate, underneath it was originally a vague void, but at this moment it has also gradually changed. The sound of waves echoed, under the rush, like ocean waves.
A boundless piece of sea water appeared under the stone gate. From a distance, the stone gate seemed to have broken out of the sea and pierced into the sky, even though the sea was filled with water, it still remained towering.
The sound of the waves became everything in this silent world, until further afield between the sea and the sky, a round of early sun emitted orange golden light, which reflected on the bodies of Wang Lin and his son. The back is elongated.
"The sea is rising in the night, and the years are like memories... There is no eternity, but the eternity of that moment can make people intoxicated, heartbreaking, and reluctant to wake up, pursue it with a smile, until it becomes a dream of Fanghua, Forever, eternal, dissipated in a dream.
Ping'er, the second type of supernatural power for the father is called Liuyue, okay? "
Flowing moon.
Flowing years.
Because it is always flowing, these years have also become eternity. When there is a force that causes this eternity to collapse, it makes the appearance of beauty in an instant, which is a terrible destruction.
Wang Lin's sentiment continued, time passed, and seven days passed in a blink of an eye. He has been sitting at this Shimen for ten days.
The mosquitoes and beasts always surround the surroundings, looking like a red cloud from a distance, gradually surging in the diffuseness. The wind blows from here, whimpering, but it does not take away the breath of the years above the stone gate, and it will not disperse the formation of the mosquitoes. Red clouds.
In these ten days, the Mosquito King has been crawling there, waiting for Wang Lin to wake up.
In the twilight of the tenth day, in the distant horizon, more than a dozen changhongs cautiously marched forward. In these more than a dozen changhongs, all are the leaders of the eighth-order star field who do not participate in the festival.
Li Yuanlei was one of them. The group of them was waiting outside the crack in the wind world for their friends to come, but they didn't expect to meet Wang Lin. They saw the scene of mosquitoes and beasts as if they were greeted, and they were shocked.
Afterwards, friends came, and after everyone discussed it, a few days later, they cautiously entered the crack in the wind world and came into the wind world.
It was just that along the way, although they were cautious, they did not encounter any mosquitoes strangely. This kind of thing made them more cautious in surprise.
As they continued to move forward, the mosquitoes still didn't see half of them. If it weren't for knowing the wind realm they entered, they even doubted whether mosquitoes existed here.
There are many ruins on the earth, many of which were originally inaccessible due to the existence of mosquitoes and beasts. In the past, entering this wind world, they only moved on the periphery of the periphery, and gradually entered the depths as they are now. This is the first time in countless years.
The more they entered the depths of the wind realm, the slower they were and the more nervous they were, observing the surroundings at all times, but the harvest was quite rich, far exceeding all they had ever achieved.
On that day, when they were flying, Li Yuanlei's body suddenly shook. At the same time, all the pupils of everyone around him shrank and stopped in unison.
Here, they dare not disperse the divine knowledge too broadly, but right now they don’t need to disperse the divine knowledge at all. In the distance, the red cloud that almost covers the sky, and the faint buzzing sound, is immediately Just make their scalp numb.
After entering this place for nearly ten days, a 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 or beast appears, it will immediately neigh, but the mosquitoes and beasts right now are motionless. They don't even look at the dozen or so people in the distance. They just surround themselves. Around Shimen.
This strange scene caused everyone to retreat, and they couldn't help but pause, one by one was extremely vigilant, and even prepared for the idea of fleeing at full speed if there is a little bit of trouble.
"Those mosquitoes and beasts surround..." One of them took a deep breath, staring at the huge stone gate faintly visible in the red cloud in the distance, and whispered.
"Even the elders of our teacher's gate here have almost passed this distance from the future. I must have never seen this kind of stone gate architecture. Looking at the appearance of the stone gate, it seems that it was an extremely important altarpiece before the immortal world collapsed. Things." A black-clothed youth among the crowd said softly.
"On the stone gate, there are people!" Li Yuanlei was the highest, and faintly saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the huge stone gate among thousands of mosquitoes.
As soon as he said this, everyone's mind was shocked, their eyes showed unbelievable colors, and they looked at it cautiously. Gradually, as their eyes condensed, they all vaguely saw the stone gate. Wang Lin sitting cross-legged!
"Someone is really sitting there!"
"Who is this person, who is able to calm down in peace surrounded by mosquitoes!"
"The more weird mosquito beasts don't attack this person, but faintly seem to be guarding!!"
"This is impossible. Mosquitoes have always been unable to be domesticated. When encountering me and other monks, they are fighting for life and death. How can they protect it!" All of them were shocked and they couldn't believe what they saw in their eyes. One scene.
"Don't forget, we are outside the crack, the white-clothed monk we saw, you look carefully, the person on the stone gate can't see clearly, but the clothes are white." Li Yuanlei suppressed the shock in his heart and whispered. road.
"Someone can control the mosquitoes, this matter..." The cultivators all around were silent, especially those latecomers. They didn't see Wang Lin, they just heard the people around them mention it. They didn't believe it, but at this moment, I have to believe that the shock in my heart is many times stronger than that of others.