Renegade Immortal

Lin's eyes were calm, and he was secretly cautious in his heart. This man was really weird, with a little bit of spiritual power in his body. At first glance, he looked like a mortal, but how could a mortal know his identity? Wang Lin remained calm, clasped his fists, and said: "Shanye There is no title for this person, just call me Da Niu."

The big man's eyes showed a strange light. He glanced at Wang Lin with interest and said with a smile: "Brother Da Niu, why don't you sit down and let us have a discussion on this rainy night? Wouldn't it be unfortunate?"

Wang Lin chuckled, nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground, turned his right hand over, and took out a wine bottle, and took a sip.

Since the drastic changes in the Four Factions Alliance, Wang Lin's stock of this fruit wine was not much. He saved as much as he could and drank less.

The big man laughed, sat down as well, and said: "Brother Daniel's cultivation is amazing. If I'm not mistaken, he should have reached the state where the soul is locked in the artistic conception, and Yunxiao has hope."

Wang Lin's heart stirred, and he became more wary of this person, but on the surface he remained calm as usual, just laughing and avoiding talking.

At this time, one of the several big men standing by the bonfire not far away laughed loudly and said: "We didn't understand a word of what you two said, we didn't understand a word of it, what about the artistic conception locking the soul and returning the hope to the sky, maybe you are crazy! "

Mo Zhi smiled slightly and said: "What you said is very true. The word "crazy" is used very well. If you are not crazy, it will be difficult to understand the method of heaven. If you are not crazy, who will seek the magic of immortality? This is the saying that what God desires is what he desires."

The big man by the campfire frowned and cursed: "He is really a madman, I didn't understand a word he said."

Mo Zhi laughed dumbly, shook his head slightly, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "Brother Danniu, do you understand?"

Wang Lin's eyes looked like he was smiling but not smiling. Said: "There is a mystery in the word "Xiongtai". I don't understand. But I think that the word "crazy" is not a good use. It is better to use the word "Crazy"!

Mo Zhi's eyes suddenly brightened. He said with a smile: "Okay! Madness is just a word. Very good! People of my generation. If they don't have mad thoughts, they will definitely not be able to achieve righteousness. Fulfilling the way of heaven will harm their lives!"

Wang Lin took a sip of wine. Smile and say nothing.

Mo Zhi looked at Wang Lin. His eyes suddenly showed a hint of confusion. The color of emptiness appears. Wang Lin made eye contact with him. Suddenly my heart was shocked. His right hand calmly placed it on the storage bag on his waist.

After a long time. The confusion in Mo Zhi's eyes gradually disappeared.

"What...we...were talking about just now?"

Wang Lin frowned.

Stare at this person.

At this time, several big men at the campfire not far away had been listening to the conversation. The man who spoke before laughed and said, "It turns out he is really a madman."

Mo Zhi sighed softly and smiled at Wang Lin: "That's all. If you forget, you just forgot. I'm Mo Zhi, what do you call me?"

Wang Lin’s brows deepened. After a while, he shook his head and chuckled, took a sip of wine and said, “Big cow!”

Mo Zhi nodded, looked at the rainy night outside, and praised: "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 quietly flows away. This is the beauty of the rainy night, and also The flavor of life.”

Wang Lin turned his head and looked outside the temple. There were bursts of rushing sounds, and sometimes thunder and thunderbolts streaked across the sky, lighting up the outside in an instant.

The bonfire in the temple flickered between light and dark, reflecting the surrounding area with varying light and dark. Just like the relationship between life and death, this space between light and darkness seems to contain the law of life and death.

Light is life, darkness is death. In the flickering of light and darkness, life and death alternate.

"What is a living?" 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 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 a fire, make a fire. Presumably this fire is life."

"Madman!" This time, almost all the big men around the campfire looked at Wang and Mo with strange eyes.

This fire is life... Wang Lin gradually realized something, 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, his eyes suddenly showed confusion and emptiness again. After a long time, he looked around blankly.

"Where did we...talk about before?"

Before Wang Lin could say anything, a big man by the campfire immediately said, "He just asked you what death is!"

Mo Zhi glanced at Wang Lin apologetically, hesitated a little, and asked, "Brother, I guess you already know my name. I wonder what I call you?"

Similarly, before Wang Lin could say anything, another big man beside the campfire laughed 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 been getting worse. Brother Danniu, please forgive me."

Wang Lin remained calm, but his heart was shaken. He hesitated and asked, "What kind of artistic conception does Brother Tai feel?"

It is quite taboo to directly ask people about their artistic conception, but Mo Zhi didn't mind. Instead, the confusion in his eyes became more intense, and he said slowly: "Wangjing..."

"Hey, you haven't said anything about death yet, go on, it's quite interesting." A big man beside the campfire urged.

Mo Zhi's eyes became more and more confused, and he murmured: "What is death... Death is death. If a person dies, then he dies. If the heart dies, then he forgets... This is death."

Wang Lin was shocked. These words were like a bolt from the blue, immediately passing through his heart and blowing away a lot of the fog of life and death.

Death means death, death means death, death means forgetfulness...

There was a hollow look in Mo Zhi's eyes, and he looked around. He casually pointed at a puddle outside the temple with his right hand and murmured: "Today there is no root water. The water in this depression is life. The next day there will be no root." Without water, the water in this depression is dead, without vitality and circulation. This is what is called stagnant water!"

Then he tapped his right hand again, this time on the big men beside the bonfire. The hollow color in his eyes became more intense, and he murmured: "Today, they are happy, angry, sad, and happy. They are alive. He On this day, they will not be able to feel happy, angry, sad or happy, and they cannot escape reincarnation, which is death."

He suddenly moved his right hand, pointed at the petal base in the temple, and said: "When the statue of the temple was there, the temple lived. Now that the statue disappears, it means death!"

Having said this, he stood up, pointed to the sky, and said: "This rain is born in the sky and dies on the earth. The process in between is life. The reason why I look at this rain is not to look at the sky or the earth. What you are looking at is not the rain, but the life of this rain...this is life and death!"

Wang Lin was moved by this, stood up, and bowed deeply to Mo Zhi.

Mo Zhi smiled and walked out of the temple with long strides. He gradually left. From a distance, his faint voice could be heard.

"Brother Danniu, if you understand, you just understand. If you don't understand, you just don't understand... so you can take care of yourself..."

Wang Lin looked at the rain blankly, and after a long time, he smiled dumbly.

At this time, several big men by the campfire looked confused. They vaguely seemed to understand something, but when they thought about it carefully, they felt that there was a layer of fog in front of them, covering their eyes.

"Brother, what did that person mean just now?" One of them couldn't help but ask. Others looked sideways at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin shook his head with a smile and said, "You... don't understand..."

With that said, he lifted his feet and left the temple. He walked in the rain and looked at the sky. This rain was born in the sky. He looked at the earth. This rain died on the earth.

In the middle is Yu’s life!

This is life and death!

Fire is created because it has vitality. This is what is called making fire.

Death means death, death means death, death means forgetfulness...

Wang Lin walked between heaven and earth, his heart suddenly clear. He vaguely grasped a pulse, a pulse of life and death. He originally only had one year left to transform into a spirit, but suddenly it grew rapidly. With his understanding of the artistic conception of life and death, he reached the requirements for transforming into a spirit almost instantly.

It can be said that at this moment, as long as Wang Lin is willing, he can immediately transform into a god.

However, this place was obviously not the place to transform into a god. Wang Lin suppressed the urge to transform into a god in his heart and accelerated his flying speed.

"Presumably Brother Mo Zhi's artistic conception is the death of the heart, so there is the state of forgetfulness... Because he can focus on his heart, he can forget when he dies. He forgets everything, and all that is left is the word Tao!" Wang Lin took a deep breath, this Mo Zhi must be a strange person!

The sudden enlightenment in the temple on a rainy night made Wang Lin's state of mind finally surpass that of the God Transformation. At this moment, he fully deserved the qualifications and the artistic conception of the God Transformation.

For monks who transform themselves into gods, the difference in strength is the initial dividing point among all levels.

All this is precisely because once a monk reaches the level of spiritual transformation, the focus of his spiritual practice is to transform from the skin and flesh to the state of mind. It is based on understanding the way of heaven and begins with the use of the power of heaven and earth.

Artistic conception is the most important realization for monks above the level of gods.

According to different understandings, artistic conceptions are also different. To put it bluntly, there are many artistic conceptions in the world, but among these artistic conceptions, there are not no strong and weak distinctions.

Although as long as the artistic conception reaches the extreme, there is not much difference, but the starting steps are different, but it can definitely affect the pace of future cultivation.

Therefore, the cultivators who transform gods are the level with the greatest difference in strength. If one of them has comprehended the ordinary way of heaven, although he is extremely powerful compared to Nascent Soul, he is not as powerful as other cultivators who transform gods.

In fact, if Wang Lin wanted to transform into a god, he would have been able to do it as early as when he was able to carve the Baiyun Sect's first statue of transforming into a god. However, that kind of artistic conception was not born in his heart, but he was following someone else's path. , As a result, even if he becomes a god, it will be difficult for him to make a breakthrough in this life, and the possibility of achieving infant transformation is extremely slim.

It is not my own artistic conception. After all, I cannot understand it freely, let alone how to transcend it... -

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