Chapter 283: An epiphany

Wang Lin's eyes were calm and he was secretly cautious. This person was really weird. He had no spiritual power in his body. At first glance, he looked like a mortal, but how could a mortal see his identity? Wang Lin kept silent, clasped his fists and said, "There is no name for a person in the mountains and fields, just call me a big bull."

The big man's eyes showed a strange light. He looked at Wang Lin with interest and smiled, "Brother Big Niu, why not sit down. Isn't it a blessing to discuss the story on this rainy night?"

Wang Lin chuckled, nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground, flipped his right hand, and an extra wine pot, and took a sip.

Since the sudden change in the Four Sects Alliance, Wang Lin has not had much inventory of this fruit wine. He can save as much as possible and drink less.

The big man laughed, sat down, and said, "Brother Daniu has an amazing cultivation level. If he read it correctly, he should have reached the state of the artistic conception of locking souls and Yunxiao's hope."

Wang Lin felt more alert to this person, but on the surface he was calm as usual, and he just chuckled and avoided talking.

At this time, one of the men near the bonfire not far away laughed loudly: "What are you two saying in a mess? We didn't understand a word. What kind of artistic conception is the soul locking, and there is hope for Yunxiao. Is it crazy that you are crazy!"

Mo Zhi smiled slightly and said, "Your words are very true. The word "crazy" is very good. If it is not crazy, it will naturally be difficult to understand the law of heaven. If it is not crazy, who would seek the art of immortality? The so-called "God of heaven must have something to gain, which is the truth."

The man next to the bonfire frowned and cursed: "I'm really a lunatic, I don't understand a single word."

Mo Zhi laughed silently, shook his head gently, looked at Wang Lin, and said, "Do you understand Brother Da Niu?"

Wang Lin looked like a smile and said, "I don't understand the mystery in the word "生正", but I think that if the word "crazy" is not used well, it is better to use "madness"!"

Mo Zhi's eyes lit up suddenly and he smiled and said, "Okay! The word "Idiot" is very good! If we lose our thoughts, we will definitely not be able to achieve the right result and fulfill the destructive life of the Heavenly Dao!"

Wang Lin took a sip of wine and smiled and said nothing.

Mo Zhi looked at Wang Lin, and his eyes suddenly showed a hint of confusion, and a hollow look appeared. When Wang Lin touched his eyes, his heart was shocked, and his right hand calmly placed the storage bag on his waist.

After a long time, the confusion in Mo Zhi's eyes gradually faded. "Where did we... say just now?"

Wang Lin frowned and stared at the man.

At this time, several big men next to the bonfire not far away were listening to the conversation here. The person who talked to him before laughed and said, "So he is really a lunatic."

Mo Zhi sighed lightly and smiled at Wang Lin, "Forget it, I forgot it means I forgot it. I'm down Mo Zhi, I don't know what you call me?"

Wang Lin's brows became even tighter. After a little, he shook his head and chuckled, took a sip of wine, and said, "Big Bull!"

Mo Zhi nodded, looked at the rainy night outside, and exclaimed: "The beauty of a rainy night lies in the artistic conception and the endless life. Flowers and plants absorb water vapor, and the original intention of death also flows away quietly. This is the beauty of a rainy night and the taste of life."

Wang Lin turned his head and looked outside the temple. There were rustling sounds slowly coming, and sometimes there were thunder and thunder that streaked across the sky, illuminating the outside in an instant.

The bonfire in the temple flashes between light and darkness, and the surroundings also reflect the uncertain light and darkness. Just like between life and death, this light and darkness seems to contain the way of life and death.

Light is life, dark is death, light and dark are flashing, life and death are intertwined.

"What is life?" Wang Lin said softly.

This question has been puzzled by him for a long time.

Mo Zhi withdrew his gaze, pointed to the bonfire, and smiled and said, "This fire is life!"

Wang Lin was silent, looked at the bonfire with uncertain light and darkness, and said slowly: "Why?"

Mo Zhi smiled, looked at the bonfire, and slowly said, "I don't know what life is, but I often hear mortals say that it is to make fire, to make fire. I guess this fire is to be born."

"Madman!" This time, almost all the big men beside the bonfire looked at Wang and Mo with strange looks.

This fire is life... Wang Lin gradually realized it, but seemed to not understand it. He was silent for a moment and said, "What is death?"

Mo Zhi was about to speak when suddenly his eyes were confused again, revealing a hollowness. After a long time, he looked around in a daze.

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

Before Wang Lin could speak, a big man next to the bonfire immediately said, "He just asked you what death is!"

Mo Zhi looked at Wang Lin apologetically, hesitated a little, and asked, "I guess Brother Taiwan already knows my name, I don't know what my brother Taiwan calls me?"

Similarly, before Wang Lin could speak, another big man next to the bonfire smiled and said, "His name is Daniu!"

Mo Zhi's eyes were even more apologetic and said, "Since I realized the way of heaven, my memory has been getting worse and worse. Brother Daniu, please forgive me."

Wang Lin remained silent, but was shocked in his heart. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "What kind of artistic conception is the feeling of brother?"

It is quite a taboo to ask people's artistic conception directly, but Mo Zhi didn't mind, but the confused look in his eyes became stronger and he slowly said: "Forget the realm..."

"Hey, you haven't said anything about death yet, so let's continue, it's quite interesting." A big man urged by the bonfire.

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

Wang Lin was shocked. This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, and immediately passed through his heart, blowing away a lot of the fog of life and death.

Death means death. If a person dies, he will die. If the heart dies, he will forget...

Mo Zhi's eyes showed a hollow look. He looked around and casually tapped his right hand in a puddle outside the temple, murmured: "Today there will be no root water drops, the water in this depression will be born, and the water in this depression will be lost in the future. The water in this depression will be dead, no vitality, no circulation, and so on!"

Then he lit his right hand again. This time, he placed it on the big men by the bonfire. His eyes were hollow and he murmured: "Today, they are happy, angry, and mournful. Coke is life. In the future, they will not be happy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and they will not escape reincarnation, and they will die."

His right hand suddenly moved, pointed to the base of the petals in the temple, and said, "When this temple statue is there, the temple is living. Now that the statue disappears, it means death!"

Speaking of this, he stood up, pointed to 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 this rain, not at the sky or the earth, is not rain, but the life of this rain... This is life and death!"

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

Mo Zhihan smiled, raised his foot and walked out of the temple, striding heavily, gradually leaving, and from afar, his faint voice came.

"Brother Daniu, you understand, you understand, if you don't understand, you don't understand... You can do it yourself..."

Wang Lin stared at the rain in a daze, and after a long time, he smiled silently.

At this time, the men by the bonfire all showed confusion. They seemed to understand a little, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that there was a layer of fog in front of them, covering their eyes.

"What did that guy just said, what did that person mean?" One of them couldn't help asking. The others looked sideways and looked at Wang Lin.

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

As he said that, he raised his foot, left the temple, walked in the rain, looking at the sky, the rain was born in the sky, he looked at the earth, the rain died in the earth.

In the middle, the life of rain is the life of rain!

This is life and death!

Fire is birth because it has vitality. This is what is called the creation of fire.

Death means death. If a person dies, he will die. If the heart dies, he will forget...

Wang Lin walked between heaven and earth, and his heart suddenly became clear. He vaguely grasped a pulse, a pulse of life and death. His mind that had only been left for a year in his mind, suddenly grew rapidly. With his understanding of the artistic conception of life and death, he almost instantly met the requirement of transforming the gods.

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 is obviously not the place to transform into a god. Wang Lin suppressed the impulse to transform into a god in his heart and accelerated the speed of his flight.

"I believe that Brother Mo Zhi's artistic conception is the heart's demise, so he has the state of forgetting... Because he can be so full of his heart, he can die and forget everything. All he has left is the word Tao!" Wang Lin took a deep breath. This Mo Zhi must be a strange person!

The sudden enlightenment of the temple on a rainy night made Wang Lin's state of mind finally surpass the transformation of gods. At this moment, he deserved it, qualified to transform into gods, and had the artistic conception of transforming gods.

For a god-transforming monk, the difference in strength is the initial dividing point among all levels.

All this is precisely because once a monk reaches the level of transformation from the above, his focus of his cultivation is to transform from flesh and flesh to the state of mind, based on understanding the way of heaven and using the power of heaven and earth as the beginning.

Artistic conception is the most important experience for monks above the transformation of gods.

According to different experiences, there are also different artistic conceptions. In preparation, there are many artistic conceptions in the vast world, but there is not no difference between strength and weakness in these artistic conceptions.

Although the artistic conception reaches the extreme, it is almost the same, but the starting steps can absolutely affect the pace of cultivation in the future.

Therefore, the god-transforming cultivator is the level with the largest difference in strength. If you understand the ordinary way of heaven, then although it is extremely powerful than the Nascent Soul, it is not as good as other god-transforming cultivators.

In fact, if Wang Lin wanted to transform into a god, he could have done it as early as when he could carve the first statue of the god-turned-in transformation of Baiyun Sect. However, that kind of artistic conception was not born in his heart, but was walking on the path of others. In this way, even if he transformed into a god, it would be difficult for him to make a breakthrough in this life, and the possibility of achieving infant transformation was extremely slim.
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