This is a long-abandoned temple, with peeling red paint and rusty door knockers.
Outside the temple, it was raining at night, and there was a feeling of desolation and loneliness.
In the temple, five people wearing raincoats built a bonfire, took out some dry food, and chatted loudly while eating.
Ning Fan was sitting in the corner of the temple, with no intention of getting close to talk to anyone.
His clothes didn't get wet at all... With his strong will to rain, if he didn't want to, the rain here wouldn't be able to get him.
"Boy, you look like a scholar. You don't bring any luggage when you travel. Could it be that you were robbed by bandits?"
A big man in a raincoat looked at Ning Fan and couldn't help laughing when he saw that Ning Fan had nothing to offer.
"Come on, help me collect some firewood and add fuel to the fire. I'll let you eat some meat." A big man chewing on half a roast chicken also laughed.
There was a hint of irony in his words.
The five of them were all members of the Green Forest. They had never looked down on a weak scholar like Ning Fan, but they took advantage of Ning Fan for fun.
Ning Fan glanced at the five people lightly, but didn't say anything more. Naturally, he wouldn't give these people any help.
Begging, he disdains. All he likes is robbing.
But for a few mortals, he didn't bother to snatch anything. He has his own principles.
Seeing that Ning Fan ignored them, the five big men in raincoats lost interest, ignored Ning Fan, and started talking about other things.
Ning Fan looked at the rain outside the temple, and his mood gradually calmed down.
He couldn't remember who he was, but he remembered everything he felt about rain.
He remembers all his magical powers and all his killings, but he doesn't remember who he is.
Suddenly, Ning Fan's eyes flashed, and he saw a young man in white slowly walking into the night rain.
This young man has an ordinary appearance, but when he walks, he has an air of life and death.
That young man is not far away from becoming a god.
This cultivation level is second, but this is the enlightenment of life and death. Faintly but slightly higher than Ning Fan!
"This person's state of mind is actually life and death!"
Ning Fan's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was shocked.
Since ancient times, life and death have been the path that immortals need to understand. But there is a Yuanying monk who uses life and death to enter the Tao and become a god.
Although this person's cultivation level is still low, his spiritual enlightenment is by no means weaker than his own.
The young man in white looked at the five big men in raincoats gathered around the campfire and frowned.
His artistic conception of life and death showed signs of change in the rainy night, but these five big men in coir raincoats were vulgar. But it ruined the atmosphere.
He was about to find a corner to sit down, but suddenly his eyes changed.
But he saw Ning Fan sitting in the corner, looking at him with a smile.
Ning Fan was originally here, but his aura was too reserved. For a moment, the young man in white almost ignored him.
This kind of thing rarely happened to the young man in white in his life, except when he faced a few powerful people.
Like Situ Nan, like a skylark...
"This man is a monk, and his cultivation level is far beyond what I am today. But he doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me."
The young man in white sat next to Ning Fan, nodded slightly to Ning Fan, but said nothing, looking up at the rain outside the temple.
Ning Fan didn't say much, and looked at the rain as if any unnecessary words would destroy the beauty of the rainy night.
"Finally found a shelter from the rain."
A voice came into the temple, and soon, another person taking shelter from the rain entered the temple.
This is a tall man wearing a thin shirt.
As soon as the big man entered the temple, he glanced at the people in the temple. However, they paused on Ning Fan and the young man in white.
"Oh? I didn't expect to see people of the same faith in this temple. Mo Zhi, how do you call these two friends?"
"People from the mountains don't have much to call me. Just call me Da Niu." The young man in white said, cupping his fists.
"I don't know who I am. Some people call me Lu Sheng, but I always feel that this is not my real name." Ning Fan also clasped his fists slightly towards the big man.
He could faintly see that this big man was extraordinary. His artistic conception was very similar to that of Yun Bushu, which was the artistic conception of forgetfulness.
But his cultivation level and Yun Bushu's were completely different... This man's cultivation level was very different. It’s not the first step in cultivating the Tao, it’s not even a destiny...
"Haha! It's interesting. Could it be that this scholar really met a bandit and was beaten so stupid that he didn't remember who he was?" Several big men in raincoats laughed.
Mo Zhi frowned, vaguely noticing something from Ning Fan, but he seemed unsure.
Then he smiled and said, "It turns out that Brother Lu doesn't know who he is, but he is very similar to me. It's rare to meet two people of the same philosophy here. How about we sit down together and have a discussion on this rainy night?"
"On the Tao..." Ning Fan's eyes were sometimes blank and sometimes clear. Although he didn't know who he was, he knew that he was pursuing the way of life and death.
Talking about Tao is also good.
As for wine, he bought a lot of it. When discussing Taoism, it would be a good thing to have good wine.
Ning Fan didn't say much. With a flick of his sleeves, he took out three jars of wine, took one jar for himself, and gave one jar to Mo Zhi and Daniu each.
The young man in white clothes named Danniu smiled young, took the jar of wine, and drank heavily. He looked like a free and easy man.
Mo Zhi was startled, then he took the wine, laughed, and started drinking.
Then he looked at Daniu and said, "Brother Daniu's cultivation is astonishing. If I'm not mistaken, he should have reached the state where the soul is locked in the artistic conception, and Yunxiao has hope."
Daniel's eyes changed slightly, showing some caution, and he avoided talking about his own cultivation.
One of the several big men standing by the campfire not far away laughed loudly and said,
"We didn't understand a word of what you guys were saying. We couldn't understand a word of it. You were talking about soul-locking with artistic conception and hope for returning to the sky. Could it be that you're crazy!"
Mo Zhi looked at Ning Fan again. After taking a closer look, his eyes became more and more solemn.
This dignity was not due to Ning Fan's cultivation, but because he saw something else.
"Brother Lu's cultivation is also amazing, and what surprises me the most is that Brother Lu doesn't seem to be from this world. Brother Lu seems to come from outside the world of dust... No, Brother Lu comes from outside the four realms. ...He is an outsider monk. I wonder which extraterrestrial fairyland Brother Lu comes from?"
Ning Fan's eyes froze, and he seemed to be confused and said, "I don't know."
The big men by the campfire laughed again, "Haha, what's inside and outside the realm, what's outside and inside the realm, these people are really crazy!"
Mo Zhi smiled slightly and was not angry.
"Your Excellency, what you said is very true. The word "crazy" is used very well. If you are not crazy, it will naturally be difficult to understand the method of heaven. If you are not crazy, who will seek the magic of immortality? The so-called desire of heaven must be obtained. That’s what you want.”
The big man by the campfire frowned. He cursed, "He's really a lunatic. I didn't understand a word he said."
Mo Zhi laughed dumbly, shook his head slightly, looked at Daniu and said, "Brother Daniu, do you understand?"
Danniu 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"!
"Well said! Crazy is a word. Very good! If people in my generation don't have crazy thoughts, they will definitely not be able to achieve the true fruition and fulfill the destiny of the heaven!"
Mo Zhi stopped laughing and looked at Ning Fan again. Asked, "Brother Lu, what do you think of Chi Zi?"
"Crazy..." Ning Fan's eyes became more and more confused, "Whether you are crazy or foolish, you can seek the Tao, but my Tao is 'persistence'. Obsessed in the heart, you become a demon, reincarnated for thousands of lives, and never die. regret..."
"Zhi..." Mo Zhi and Daniu both looked thoughtful.
Crazy. It is trapped by love, confused by Tao, and the love can be reversed.
Persistence, but taking the initiative to lock love in the heart. I would rather keep my inner demons in my heart than retreat from it, let alone give up.
"Zhi...zhi..., uh, where did we talk just now? I accidentally forgot all about it next time."
Mo Zhi suddenly looked confused.
"Turns out he is really a lunatic!" The big man beside the campfire laughed.
"Forget it, just forget it, I'm Mo Zhi. What do you call these two fellow Taoists?"
"Daniu." Daniel's eyes flashed slightly, as if he had discovered something.
"Maybe my surname is Lu, maybe not." Ning Fan was confused again.
Mo Zhi nodded, looked at the rainy night outside, and praised,
"The beauty of a rainy night lies in the artistic conception and the endless life and death. Flowers and plants absorb water vapor, and the original intention of death quietly flows away. This is the beauty of a rainy night and the taste of life."
The sound of rain falling outside the temple came in waves, and sometimes thunder flashed across, lighting up the rainy night instantly.
The bonfire in the temple flickered between light and dark, illuminating the surrounding area. Just like the changes between life and death, this space between light and darkness seems to contain the way 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?" Daniel was about to ask this question, but Ning Fan had already asked it.
Ning Fan felt confused. This confusion was the confusion of being unable to understand life and death.
Mo Zhi pointed to the bonfire and said, "This fire is life!"
"Why?"
"I don't know what life is, but I often hear mortals say, make fire, make fire. Presumably this fire is life."
"Madman!" This time, the big men around the campfire all looked at Mo Zhi with strange eyes.
"What is death?" Ning Fan asked again.
Just as Mo Zhi was about to speak, his eyes suddenly became confused again. After a long time, he looked around blankly.
"Where were we talking before?"
Before Ning Fan and Daniel could say anything, a big man beside the campfire said immediately, "The scholar just asked you what death is!"
Mo Zhi glanced at Ning Fan apologetically, hesitated slightly, and asked, "Brother, I guess you already know my name. I wonder what I call you?"
Another big man beside the campfire laughed and said: "He has a bad memory like you. He can't remember who he is. He only knows that his surname is Lu!"
Mo Zhi's eyes became more apologetic, "Since I realized the way of heaven, my memory has been getting worse. Brother Lu, please forgive me."
"What this person perceives is indeed the artistic conception of forgetfulness." Daniel thought.
"Hey, you haven't said anything about death yet, go on, it's quite interesting." A big man beside the campfire urged.
"What is death... Death is death. If a person dies, then he dies. If his heart dies, then he forgets. This is death."
"Today there is water without roots. The water in this depression is life. If the water without roots falls in the future, the water in this depression is death. It has no vitality and no circulation. This is the so-called dead water!"
Mo Zhi pointed at the big men by the bonfire and said: "Today, they are happy, angry, sad, and happy, which is life. In the future, they will not be happy, angry, sad, and unable to escape reincarnation, which is death."
Mo Zhi pointed to 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 again, and said, "This rain was born in the sky and died on the earth. The process in between is the life of the rain. The reason why I look at the rain is not to look at the sky. Looking at the ground, what you see is not the rain, but the life of this rain... This is life and death!"
Daniel heard Mo Zhi's wise words. A little confusion disappeared in his heart, as if he had realized something, he stood up and hugged Mo Zhi with a fist.
At this moment, the great bull has not yet transformed into a god, but he can almost take one step and follow him through life and death!
Ning Fan's confused gaze disappeared slightly, but he still didn't fully understand.
He always felt that what Mo Zhi said was still one-sided.
He spoke of the death of temples, the death of rain, and the death of mortals. The people of flowers and trees, but alone, did not tell the death of immortals...
"If they are at the pinnacle of Tao, they appear to be immortal, but in fact they will die, right? If this is the case, what is immortality?" Ning Fan suddenly asked.
This question suddenly turned into two thunders, exploding in the minds of Daniel and Mo Zhi.
Daniel was once again at a loss as he had just realized life and death. this problem. He didn't think about it.
Mo Zhi's expression changed. His master was a peerless strong man. He had never thought about whether his master would also fall.
Will he die? Will he die...he comprehended the way of heaven here, and thought that his enlightenment was profound, but in fact, the way of heaven he saw was still one-sided.
Did the immortality he pursued not exist in the first place?
The death of a mortal, the death of a monk. The death of the monk in the fourth step should be different. The death of the monk in the fourth step should have touched the origin of Tao...
Suddenly, Mo Zhi seemed to realize something and looked at Ning Fan in shock, "I know, the reason why you can appear in the world of dust is..."
He heard his master say that among the powerful people outside the territory, there is a fourth-step supreme person who transforms heaven and earth with his body, transforms reincarnation with dreams, and destroys the world when he wakes up from dreams.
This person's reincarnation has life and death, which can help monks gain a glimpse of the supreme road!
The Ning Fan in front of him may be a monk who has gone through life and death in that fairyland!
The Ning Fan they saw was not real, and the Ning Fan saw them was not real either.
One side is true, the other must be false, and the two can never coexist in this rainy night.
"I still don't understand the way of life and death... Even if I step on life and death, maybe I still don't understand. With my feet on life and death, life and death follow each other step by step. This is only the first step to fully understand life and death. Many immortals, even this understanding of life and death I haven't even taken the first step... However, I seem to remember who I am. When the heart is dead, forgetting, what Brother Mo said is true, if the heart is not dead, everything can be recalled..."
"Is this the opportunity I got from refining the seven crystals of life and death... the calamity of life and death!"
"I am Ning Fan! Even reincarnation cannot erase the obsession in my heart, and this calamity of life and death cannot blind my heart either!"
As soon as Ning Fan pointed it out, the whole world shattered like glass.
Although Mo Zhi's words did not touch the origin of Tao, they gave Ning Fan a lot of inspiration.
There are 500 more patterns of life and death above the Yuan Shen, for a total of 1,720 lines.
The scenery in front of him was changing rapidly, and the first calamity of life and death had been broken.
"A very good discussion... Listen to what Mo Zhi said, they and I are not in the same reincarnation, in the same time and space, and perhaps we will never see each other again... This life and death calamity is really mysterious, how can we make it happen I have seen other reincarnated characters. Is this the method of Zi Dou Immortal Emperor..."
Ning Fan's body gradually dissipated, and the world began to condense piece by piece again.
...
In Hezhou, Xiniu, in a place called Ningjiazhuang, there lived a wealthy local man, known as Ning Laocai.
According to rumors in the village, this man had two lovely wives, both of whom were as beautiful as flowers.
In the Ningjiazhuang, somewhere in a deep courtyard, in a bedroom, a man and two women were sitting on the couch, covering up the rain and the clouds.
The man is a fair-skinned young man with handsome appearance, but his eyes are full of lust, and he is conquering two delicate women.
Both women are stunningly beautiful, one has black eyes like black gemstones, named Xiao'er.
The other one with blood-cold eyes was bearing the young man's attack, named Hong'er.
That young man is Ning Laocai.
The two women are naturally his sweet wives.
During the attack, the fair young man suddenly stopped and looked at the two beauties under him in disbelief. His face was very embarrassed, as if he had swallowed a fly.
"Why am I here...who am I..."
"Well, you are... are... I can't remember your name, but I vaguely remember it. It seems that I shouldn't do this kind of thing to you... Has our relationship not reached this point... uh , My head hurts so much."
"Husband...husband, why did you...stop...quickly..." Xiao'er's eyes were blurred, her breath was like blue, her chest was rising and falling slightly, but she was smiling slyly.
"Hmph. Just a little effort won't do. Aren't you going to fight me for 300 rounds?" Hong'er showed a teasing sneer, and her delicate body greeted her, but she put something into it again.
ah...
Ning Laocai's forehead showed a vein.
He can't? He was actually told no by Hong'er?
Although I haven’t remembered who I am yet. However, he remembered that he was the owner of Ningjiazhuang and the husband of Hong'er and Xiaoer.
It seems natural that a husband is a fish in water...
"I'll let you see if my husband is really dead!"
Ning Laocai leaned down. Press down...
His palms roamed over the two girls' delicate bodies...
After all the madness, it was already evening, and the two girls had fallen asleep contentedly.
Ning Laocai got up and changed his clothes. He felt refreshed and felt a strange feeling in his heart.
He always felt that he really shouldn't do such a thing to his second daughter.
But the two girls are obviously his wives and concubines, why can't they do this kind of thing?
In his memory, he has been in love with his children countless times...
Why, why...
It seems that I have forgotten something important...
"Master. The monster...the monster is here! A monk who claims to be from the Eastern Tang Dynasty has entered the village with three monsters!"
"Monk? Monster?"
Ning Laocai's eyes narrowed and he pushed open the door. A fierce aura gathered in his eyes.
The maid who came to report the news thought that her master would be as timid and fearful as before, but she didn't expect that the master's eyes were so sharp today, and she was not afraid when she heard the monster entering the village.
"As long as I'm here, nothing will happen to Ningjiazhuang! Take me to meet this monk and monster!"
The maid was stunned.
My master has never been so proud. Why is today different from usual... He is really not afraid of monsters. He also wanted to see monsters and said he wanted to protect Ningjiazhuang...
She led Ning Fan all the way out of the house, looking for monks and monsters in the manor. Suddenly. A roar like thunder was heard.
"Hey! Why can't you see anyone in such a big village? Come out to Grandpa Pig and quickly serve up good wine and food. I respect you, Grandpa Pig!"
A black-maned boar demon carrying a rake walked over carelessly.
As soon as he saw the maid in front of Ning Fan, he looked pretty. The little eyes immediately turned green, full of a lewd smile.
"Hey...what do you call this lady?"
He stepped forward to talk to the maid, but she was so frightened that she fell to the ground, trembling all over, hugging Ning Laocai's thigh, with a look in his eyes asking for help.
"What you call my maidservant has nothing to do with you!"
Ning Laocai's left eye suddenly flashed a purple-black light!
A surge of power from the Demon Ancestor suddenly suppressed the black-maned boar demon.
The moment he touched this demonic power, the pig demon looked horrified, and the demonic blood could not help but tremble.
"You...you...you are the Demon Ancestor! You are the Eternal Immortal Lord!"
In the pig demon's mind, the Demon Ancestor is equivalent to the Eternal Immortal.
The Eternal Immortal Lord is a figure at the pinnacle of the second step of cultivation.
If in later generations, maybe he should be called the Immortal Emperor...
Of course he was terrified!
"Wuneng, don't be rude!"
A fair-skinned monk came over and bowed to Ning Fan with his hands clasped together.
"The poor monk comes from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. It's getting late today, so he wants to come to your villa to stay for one night. The poor monk has three disciples, each of whom has an amazing appearance. If he disturbs the owner of the village, please forgive me."
Ning Laocai cupped his fists and saluted the monk, then looked at the other two disciples behind the monk.
Finally, his eyes fell on the monk.
Meeting the monk's clear gaze, Ning Laocai seemed to have remembered something for a moment.
"I am... Ning Fan!"
"Who is this monk! He is obviously just a mortal, but his vision is as sharp as Meng Xuanzi!"
Meng Xuanzi is the Immortal Emperor of Palm Tablet. Is this person also an Immortal Emperor?
"I wonder what you call the elder?" Ning Fan asked, cupping his fists.
"The world calls me Xuanzang, but you are different from people in this world. You can make an exception and call me Jin Chan. As you expected, I was probably the Immortal Emperor you said in my previous life. In this life, it's just A mortal who wholeheartedly worships Buddha." Jin Chan said with a smile.
His eyes were clear and clear, as if he could see through Ning Fan's thoughts.
This person has such weird magical powers... (To be continued.)
