Wang Lin's eyes were calm and he was secretly cautious. This person is really weird. He doesn't have any spiritual power in his body. At first glance, he looks like a mortal, but how can a mortal see his identity, Wang Lin stayed quiet, clasped his fists, and said. : "The people of the mountains and the wild, don't have a name, just call me a big cow."
With a strange light in his eyes, the big man glanced at Wang Lin with interest, and smiled: "Brother Da Niu, it's better to sit down. It's unfortunate that you and I are talking about it on this rainy night."
Wang Lin chuckled, nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground, flipped his right hand, and took a sip from an extra hip flask.
This fruit wine, since the four faction alliance drastically changed, Wang Lin's inventory is no longer large, can save the province, and drink less.
The big man laughed, and sat down as well, and said, "Brother Da Niu has an amazing cultivation level. If he doesn't read it wrong, he should have reached the realm of artistic conception and soul lock, Yunxiao's hopeful realm."
Wang Lin moved in his heart and became more vigilant about this person, but on the surface he was calm as usual, just chuckling and avoiding talking.
At this time, a few big guys near the bonfire, one of them laughed loudly and said: "What the two of you are talking about is messy, we didn't understand a word, what kind of mood locks the soul, it is hopeful that it will return to the sky, it is not crazy! "
Mo Zhi smiled slightly, and said: "Your excellency is very mad, a word of madness, and you use it very well. If it is not madness, it is naturally difficult to understand the law of this heavenly way. If it is not madness, who would seek the art of longevity, The so-called natural desires must have desires, this is the truth."
The big man by the bonfire frowned and cursed: "I'm really a lunatic, I didn't understand a word."
Mo Zhi laughed dumbly, shook his head lightly, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "Brother Daniel, understand?"
Wang Lin looked like a smile but not a smile, and said: "Xiongtai is a mysterious word, and I don't understand it. But I think that the word mad is not good, it is better to use idiot!"
Mo Zhi's eyes suddenly brightened, and he smiled: "Okay! A word of idiot, very good! People of my generation, if you don't have idiot, you will definitely not be able to cultivate a righteous fruit, and you will lose your life on the day!"
Wang Lin took a sip of wine and smiled silently.
Mo Zhi looked at Wang Lin, his eyes suddenly showed a trace of confusion, and a hollow color appeared. Wang Lin's eyes touched him, and his heart was shocked. His right hand calmly placed the storage bag on his waist.
After a long time, the confusion in Mo Zhi's eyes gradually disappeared.
"Just now... Where did we... talk about it?"
Wang Lin frowned and stared at this person.
At this time, a few big guys by the campfire not far away have been listening to the conversation here. The person who had spoken before laughed and said, "So you are really a lunatic."
Mo Zhi sighed lightly and smiled at Wang Lin: "No matter, forgetting means forgetting. Under Mo Zhi, I don't know how to call your Excellency?"
Wang Lin's brows tightened. After a while, he shook his head and chuckles, took a sip of wine, and said, "Da Niu!"
Mo Zhi nodded, looked at the rainy night outside, and exclaimed: "The beauty of the rainy night lies in the artistic conception and the endless life. The flowers and plants absorb the water vapor, and the original intention of death also flows away quietly. This is the beauty of the rainy night, too. The taste of life."
Wang Lin turned his head to look outside the temple, there was a rush of noises, and there was a thunderbolt across the sky from time to time, illuminating the outside in an instant.
The bonfire in the temple flickered between light and dark, and the surroundings were also reflected in the light and dark, just like between life and death. This light and darkness also seems to contain the way of life and death.
Brightness is life and darkness is death. In the flickering of light and darkness, life and death alternate.
"What is life?" Wang Lin said softly.
This question has puzzled him for a long time.
Mo Zhi retracted his gaze, pointed at the bonfire, and said with a smile: "This fire is born!"
Wang Lin was silent, looking at the bright and dark bonfire, and slowly said, "Why?"
Mo Zhi smiled, looked at the bonfire, and said slowly: "I don't know what makes a living, but I often hear mortals say, light a fire, make a fire. Presumably, this fire is born."
"Crazy!" This time, almost all of the big men around the bonfire looked at Wang and Mo with weird eyes.
This fire is life... Wang Lin gradually understood, but he didn't seem to understand. He was silent for a moment, and then said, "What is death?"
Just as Mo Zhi was about to speak, suddenly his eyes showed confusion again, revealing the meaning of emptiness. After a long time, he looked around blankly.
"We... Before... Where did we say?"
Before Wang Lin could speak, a big man by the bonfire immediately said: "He just asked you, what is death!"
Mo Zhi glanced at Wang Lin apologetically, hesitated a little, and asked, "Presumably Xiongtai already knows my name. I don't know how Xiongtai is called?"
Similarly, without waiting for Wang Lin to speak, another big man by the bonfire smiled and said, "His name is Daniel!"
Mo Zhi's eyes became more apologetic, and he said, "Since I realized the way of heaven, my memory has gone from bad to worse, Brother Daniel, forgive me."
Wang Lin remained silent, but his heart was shocked. He hesitated and asked, "What kind of mood does Xiongtai feel?"
It is quite taboo to directly ask people about the mood, but Mo Zhi doesn't mind, but the perplexity in his eyes is thicker, and he slowly said: "Forget the world..."
"Hey, you haven't said what death is, so let's go on, it's very interesting." A big man by the campfire urged.
The confusion in Mo Zhi's eyes became more and more confused, he murmured: "What is death... Death is death, if it is death, then death, if it is heart death, then forget... This is death."
Wang Lin's heart trembled. These words, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, immediately passed through his heart, blowing away the fog of life and death a lot.
To die is to die, to die, to die, to die, to forget...
There was a hollow color in Mo Zhi's eyes, he looked around, and randomly clicked on a puddle outside the temple with his right hand, and muttered, "If there is a water drop today, the water in this depression will grow, but there will be no roots in the future. Water loss, the water in this depression, is dead, there is no vitality, no circulation, so-called stagnant water, this is the case!"
Then he clicked his right hand again. This time, it was placed on the big guys by the bonfire. The hollowness in his eyes became thicker. He muttered, "Today, they are happy, angry, sad, and coke. They are life, he On the day, they will not be happy, angry, sorrowful, and cannot escape reincarnation, but they will die."
With a sudden movement of his right hand, he pointed to the petal base in the temple, and said: "When the statue of this temple was there, the temple lived, but now that the statue disappears, it is death!"
When he said this, he stood up, pointed at the sky, and said: "This rain was born in the sky and died in the earth. The process in the middle is life. The reason why I look at the rain, I don’t look at the sky or the earth. It’s not rain, but the rain’s life... This is life and death!"
Wang Lin was moved, stood up and bowed deeply to this Mo Zhi.
Mo Zhi smiled, raised his foot and walked out of the temple, striding to the meteor, and gradually leaving, from a distance, he heard his Ruowu voice.
"Brother Da Niu, if you understand, you understand, if you don't understand, you don't understand... so you can do it for yourself..."
Wang Lin stared at the rain in a daze. After a long time, he smiled blankly.
At this moment, the several big guys around the bonfire showed a confused look. They vaguely seemed to understand a little bit, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that there was a layer of mist in front of them, covering their eyes.
"This Xiongtai, what did the person just say, what do you mean?" One of them couldn't help asking. The others looked sideways, looking at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin smiled and shook his head, and said, "You... don't understand..."
As he said, he raised his foot, left the temple, walked in the rain, looked at the sky, this rain, was born in the sky, he looked at the earth, this rain, died of the earth.
In the middle is the life of rain!
This is life and death!
Fire is life, because it has vitality, so-called fire, this is the case.
To die is to die, to die, to die, to die, to forget...
Wang Lin walked between the heaven and the earth, his heart suddenly felt, he vaguely grasped a pulse, a pulse of life and death. He had only one year left in the spirit of transforming the gods, and suddenly it grew rapidly. With his comprehension of the mood of life and death, almost instantaneously, he met the requirements of transforming the gods.
It can be said that at this moment, as long as Wang Lin is willing, he can immediately transform himself.
However, this place is obviously not the place to transform the gods, Wang Lin suppressed the impulse to transform the gods in his heart, and accelerated the speed of flight.
"Presumably the mood of Brother Mo Zhi is the death of the heart, so there is the state of forgetting...Because of the ability to clock the heart, so self-destruction can be forgotten, forgetting everything, there is only one word left!" Wang Linshen Take a breath, this Mo Zhi is a strange man!
The rainy night temple had an epiphany, allowing Wang Lin's state of mind to finally surpass the transformation of gods. At this moment, he deservedly had the qualifications of transformation of gods and possessed the artistic conception of transformation of gods.
For the cultivator of God, the difference in strength is the most initial demarcation point among all levels.
All this is precisely because once a monk reaches above the level of transforming the gods, the focus of his cultivation will change from flesh to state of mind, based on the perception of heaven and the use of the power of heaven and earth as the beginning.
Artistic conception is the most important comprehension for monks above the transformation of gods.
And according to the different understandings, the artistic conceptions are also different. The preparations say that there are many artistic conceptions in the great world, but among these artistic conceptions, there are not no distinctions between strengths and weaknesses.
Although there is little difference as long as the artistic conception reaches the extreme, the initial steps are different, but it can absolutely affect the pace of cultivation in the future.
Therefore, the cultivator of God Transformation is the level realm with the greatest difference in strength. Among them, if you have a sense of ordinary heaven, then although it is extremely powerful than Yuan Ying, it is inferior to other cultivators of Transcendent God.
In fact, if Wang Lin wanted to transform the gods, he could do it as early as when he could carve the first statue of Baiyunzong. , In this way, even if he is a god, it is difficult for him to make a breakthrough in this life, and the possibility of achieving infant transformation is extremely slim.
It is not the artistic conception of one's own life, after all, it is impossible to feel freely, let alone how to transcend...