Grasping Evil

This is a temple that has long been abandoned. The lacquer is peeling off and the door knocker is rusty.

Outside the temple, there is a feeling of sorrow and loneliness.

In the temple, five people dressed in robes raised a bonfire, took out some dry food, and talked loudly while eating.

Ning Fan sat in the corner of the temple and didn't mean to talk to people.

His clothes didn't get wet a little... It was his rain, and if he didn't want it, the rain in this place couldn't reach him.

"Kid, look at you like a scholar, how to travel without luggage, is it robbed by a mountain thief?"

A handsome man looked at Ning Fan and saw that Ning Fan had no longevity and couldn't help but laugh.

"Come and come, help the uncle to pick up some firewood, add a fire, and let you eat a few mouthfuls of meat." A big man with a half-burning chicken is also laughing.

In the words, there is a bit of irony.

All five are green forest people, and they have never been able to take advantage of Ning Fan’s weak scholars, but they have taken Ning Fan to have fun.

Ning Fan faintly looked at the five people, but did not say anything, naturally will not give these people to buy wood.

Ask, he disdains. He likes it, only grab it.

But for a few mortals, he disdain to grab something. He has his own principles.

Seeing that Ning Fan did not pay attention to them, the five great men lost their interest, did not take care of Ning Fan, and began to talk about other things.

Ning Fan looked at the rain outside the temple, and his heart gradually disappeared.

He can't remember who he is, but he remembers all the feelings about the rain.

He remembers all his magical powers, remembers all his own killings, but he does not remember who he is.

Suddenly, Ning Fan’s eyes flashed, but he saw the rain in the night, slowly entering a white youth.

This young man looks ordinary, but between walks, there is naturally a temperament of life and death.

That youth. Distance to the gods is not far away.

This is the second time, but this life and death, the faintness is higher than Ning Fan!

"This person is a **** of mind, it is life and death!"

Ning Fan's face is unchanged, but his heart is a shock.

Since ancient times, life and death have been the way to be understood by immortals, but there is a Yuan Ying monk who enters the life and death.

Although this person is still low, but this insight is not weaker than his own.

The white-shirted youth looked at the five coats of men dressed around the bonfire and frowned.

His life and death mood is faintly marked by the beginning of this rainy night. But the roughness of these five great men has destroyed this atmosphere.

He was looking for a corner to sit down and suddenly his eyes changed.

But I saw the corner, sitting in Ning Fan, smiling at him.

Ning Fan was originally here, but the breath was too restrained. For a time, the white youth almost ignored him.

This kind of thing is rarely encountered in the white youth, except for a few powerful people.

Such as Situ Nan. Like the skylark...

"This person is a monk and he is much better than me today, but he seems to be not malicious to me."

The white youth sat next to Ning Fan and nodded slightly to Ning Fan. But not much to say, looked up at the rain outside the temple.

Ning Fan does not say much, but also looks at the rain, as if any extra words will destroy the beauty of the rainy night.

"I finally found a place to shelter from the rain."

A voice came into the temple. Immediately, another rain-stricken person entered the temple.

This is a grown-up man wearing a thin shirt.

Dahan entered the temple. The eyes swept the people in the temple, but they were stagnation in Ning Fan and the white youth.

"Oh? I didn't expect to see the same person in this temple. How do you call two friends in Xiazhi?"

"The people of the mountains, there is nothing to call, call me a big cow is." The white youth is a little fist.

"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 gave a big fist to the big man.

He faintly saw the extraordinaryness of this great man. The artistic conception of this man is very similar to the cloud, and it is the artistic concept of forgetting.

But his cultivation with Yun Bushu is a world of difference... This person is repaired, the first step of non-cultivation, not even life...

"Haha! Interesting, this scholar really met the thief, and was stupid, can't remember who he is?" Several singers laughed.

Mo Zhi frowned, and faintly discovered something from Ning Fan, but it seems uncertain.

Then he smiled. "It turns out that Lu brother does not know who he is. It is very similar to me. It is rare to meet two fellow people in this place. Let's sit down together and talk about it in the rainy night. How?"

"On the road..." Ning Fan's eyes are sometimes stunned, sometimes clear, although he does not know who he is, but he knows that he is pursuing the road to life and death.

On the road, it is good.

He bought a lot of wine, and when it comes to the road, if there is fine wine, it is a beautiful thing.

Ning Fan did not say much, one sleeve, took out the three altar wine, took one of the altars, and gave each of Mo Zhi and Dan Niu an altar.

The white-haired young man named Da Niu, who took a jar of wine and sipped his drink, was a free and easy person.

When Mo Zhi was a sigh, he took the wine, laughed and sipped.

Then I looked at the big bulls. "The big cow brother is amazing. If you don't read it wrong, you should be in the mood to lock the soul, and the cloud is hopeful."

The big cow's eyes changed slightly, revealing a little cautious color, and he did not talk about himself.

Not far from a few big men beside the campfire, one of them shouted and laughed.

"What a few of you said is a mess, we didn't understand a word, what is the mood to lock the soul, but also hopeful, it is not crazy!"

Mo Zhi looked at Ning Fan again. After a closer look, his eyes became more and more dignified.

This dignity is not because of Ning Fan’s cultivation, but because he saw something else.

"Lu Xiu Xiu is also amazing, and the most surprising thing is that Lu brother does not seem to be a person in this world. Lu brother seems to come from outside the dust world... No, Lu brother comes from outside the four worlds ...is an extraterritorial monk. I don’t know if Lu brother is from that extraterrestrial domain?"

Ning Fan’s gaze is a bit stunned. “I don’t know.”

The big men next to the campfire are laughing again. "Haha, what is inside and outside the realm, what are the people outside the domain, these people are really crazy!"

Mo Zhi smiled a little and was not angry.

"This is a very words of yours. It is a very crazy word. It is very good. If it is not crazy, it is very difficult to understand the law of heaven. If it is not crazy, who will go to the technique of longevity, the so-called sacred income, there must be What you want is this truth."

The big man next to the campfire. The brow wrinkled and shouted. "It’s really a madman. I didn’t understand it."

Mo Zhi dumbfounded, gently shook his head and looked at the big bull. "But the big brother, understand?"

Da Niudao, "Xingtai word in the mysterious machine. I don't understand it underneath. But I think. One word of madness. The land is not good. It is better to use it!"

"Tell good! One word is crazy. Very good! I am a generation of people, if there is no distraction. It is impossible to cultivate a positive result. The day of the round is detrimental!"

Mo Zhi laughed and looked at Ning Fan again and asked, "How does Lu brother think of the word?"

"Idiot..." Ning Fan is more and more confused. "Insane or mad, you can ask for it, but my way is to "hold". I am obsessed with the heart, so I become a demon, reincarnation. I can't regret it..."

"Execution..." Mo Zhi and the big cows are all in the mood of thinking.

Idiot is trapped in love, fascinated by the Tao, and rebellious in the sky.

Execution, but the initiative to lock the love in the heart, rather than the heart of the devil in the heart, do not retreat, but do not give up.

"Persevere.., oh, what have we said just now? I have forgotten all of them in the next step."

Mo Zhi suddenly showed a faint color.

"It turned out to be a madman!" The big man next to the campfire was laughing.

"But it, forget it, forget it, in the next Mozhi, how do the two Taoist friends call it?"

"Da Niu." The big cow glimmered and seemed to find something.

"Maybe, my name is Lu, maybe not." Ning Fan is a burst of sorrow.

Mo Zhi nodded and looked at the rainy night outside, admiring,

"The beauty of the rainy night lies in the artistic conception. It lies in the endless life, the flowers and water absorb the water vapor, and the original death is also quietly flowing. This is the beauty of the rainy night and the taste of life."

The sound of rain outside the temple came, and sometimes there was a thunder, and the rainy night was illuminated.

The bonfire in the temple flashed between the light and the dark, and the surrounding area was undecided. Just like the change between life and death, this kind of darkness seems to contain the way of life and death.

Ming is a living, dark is dead, light and dark flashing, life and death are staggered and replaced.

"What is life?" Daniel just wanted to ask this question, but Ning Fan has already asked.

Ning Fan’s heart is awkward, and this is a mystery.

Mo Zhi pointed to the bonfire: "This fire is life!"

"Why?"

"I don't know what to live for, but I often listen to mortals and say that they have a fire and a fire. Presumably this fire is a life."

"Crazy!" This time, several of the big men beside the campfire, all look at the innocent eyes and look at the inspiration.

"What is death?" Ning Fan asked again.

Mo Zhigang had to talk, and suddenly he was lost again in his eyes. After a long time, he suddenly looked around.

"Where did we talk about before?"

Didn't wait for Ning Fan and Daniel to speak, a big man next to the campfire immediately said, "The scholar just asked you, what is death!"

Mo Zhi apologized to see Ning Fan, hesitated, and asked, "I must know my name, I don't know how Xiongtai is called?"

Another big man next to the campfire said with a smile: "He is as bad as you are, can't remember who he is, only knows his name is Lu!"

In the eyes of Mo Zhi, the apology is more intense. "Since the feelings of the heavens are under the memory, the memory has gone from bad to worse, and Lu brother forgive me."

"What this person feels is really the intention to forget." Daniel thought.

"Hey, you haven't said anything to die, then say, very interesting." A big man next to the campfire urged.

"What is death... Death is death, if it is death, then death, if it is death, forget it. This is death."

"There is no root water drop today. This water of the earth is a life. He has no roots and waters lost in the day. This water of the earth is dead, there is no vitality, there is no circulation, so-called stagnant water is like this!"

Mo Zhiyi pointed to the big men beside the campfire and said: "Today, they are happy, angry, sad, and cola, but they are born. On the day, they will not be angry, sorrowful, and sorrowful, and they will die."

Mo Zhiyi refers to the petal base pad in the temple. He said, "The temple is alive, the temple is alive, and now the statue disappears, it is dead!"

Having said that, he stood up and pointed at the sky. Said, "This rain, born in the sky, died in the earth, the process in the middle is the life of the rain. The reason why I look at this rain, not watching the sky, not watching the land, is not rain. It is the rain. Life... this is life and death!"

The big cow heard the high theory of Mo Zhi, and his mind was a bit confused and confused. It was like an epiphany. He stood up and took a fist to Mo Zhi.

At this moment, the big cow has not yet turned the gods, but it can almost be stepped down, life and death!

Ning Fan’s eyes suddenly disappeared a little, but still not fully realized.

He always felt that there was still a one-sided point in this inspiration.

He said the death of the temple. The death of the rain, the death of mortals, the people who spend the trees, but only. Did not say the death of the immortal...

"If they are at the peak of the Tao, they will not die on the surface, but they will actually die. Is it true? What is it? What is longevity?" Ning Fan suddenly asked.

This question suddenly turned into two thunderstorms, which blew in the brains of Da Niu and Mo Zhi.

The big cow has just realized the life and death. Get up again. He has not thought about this question.

Ink has changed his face, and his master is a peerless power. He never thought about whether his masters also had a fallen day.

Will you die, will you die... He feels the heavens and thinks that he has a deep understanding, but in reality, the heavens he sees are still one-sided.

Does the longevity he pursues not die, does it not exist at the beginning?

The death of a mortal, the death of a monk, should be different from the death of a fourth monk. The fourth step of the death of the monk should touch the origin of the Tao...

Suddenly, Mo Zhi seemed to realize what, looking at Ning Fan, "I know, you can appear in the dust world because..."

He listened to the teacher and said that among the extraterritorial powers, there is a fourth step to the ultimate in the world, to reincarnate and to wake up.

The reincarnation of this person, there is a life and death robbery, can help the monk to glimpse the avenue!

Ning Fan in front of him may be the monk who died in the fairyland!

The Ning Fan that they saw was not real. Ning Fan saw them, and it was not true.

One side is true, the other side must be imaginary, and the two can never coexist in this rainy night.

"I still don't know the way of life and death... Even if I am alive and kicking, I still don't understand it. Foot and life, one step at a time, this is just the first step in realizing life and death, and many life immortals, even this life and death. The first step has not been done... However, I seem to remember who I am. The heart is forgotten, the brother of Mo is saying that if you don’t die, everything will be remembered..."

"This is the chance that I have obtained the seven pieces of life and death crystals... life and death!"

"I, Ning Fan! The obsession in my heart is that the reincarnation can't be erased. This life and death can't hide my heart!"

Ning Fan pointed out that the whole world is like glass broken.

Although the words of Mo Zhi did not touch the origin of the Tao, they gave Ning Fan a lot of inspiration.

There are 500 more lines of life and death on the Yuanshen, totaling 1720.

The scenery in front of us is changing rapidly, and the first rebirth has been broken.

"A very good time to talk about it... I heard that Mo Zhi said that I am not in a reincarnation with them, a time and space, perhaps, no more days to see each other... This life and death is really mysterious, can actually let I have seen other reincarnation characters. Is this the means of the Emperor of the Purple Emperor..."

Ning Fan’s body gradually dissipated, and the world began to reunite.

...

Xi Niu Hezhou, a place called Ningjiazhuang, has a landlord, who is called Ning Laocai.

According to rumors in the village, this person has two wives, each like a flower.

Within Ningjiazhuang, somewhere in the deep house compound, within a bedroom, a man and two women are on the couch over the rain.

The man is a white young man, handsome and handsome, his eyes are full of desires, and he is being conquered by two delicate women.

Both women are stunning, a black jewel-like black scorpion named Xiaoer.

Another **** and cold, is undergoing the attack of the youth, called the red child.

That young man is Ning Laocai.

What about the two women, naturally, his wife and wife.

During the attack, the White Youth suddenly stopped moving, and looked incredibly at the two beautiful women under his face. His face was very embarrassing, as if he had swallowed flies.

"How can I be here... Who am I..."

"Hey, you are... yes... I can't remember the name, but I vaguely remember, I don't seem to be doing this to you... Our relationship is not here...呃The head hurts."

"Fr... husband, how do you... stop... fast..." Xiaoer is blurred and swelled. The chest was slightly ups and downs, but he smiled awkwardly.

"Hey, just don't work hard, don't you want to fight me for three hundred rounds!" Red boy showed a sneer sneer, and the body was greeted, but he put something into it again.

what...

Ning Lao Cai’s forehead is exposed.

Can't he? Was he actually said by the red child?

Although I haven't remembered who I am, he remembers that he is the owner of Ningjiazhuang, the husband of Honger and Xiaoer.

The husband fish water, looks like a natural...

"Just let you see. Is it really not good for the husband!"

Ning Laocai leaned down and pressed down...

The palm of the hand is on the upper side of the two females...

Some madness is already in the evening, and the two women have fallen asleep with satisfaction.

Ning Laocai got up and put on his clothes. He was refreshed and had a strange feeling in his heart.

He always felt that he really shouldn't do this for the two women.

But the second woman is obviously her wife, why can't she do this kind of thing?

in memory. He has been loving his children many times...

Why, why...

It seems that I have forgotten something important...

"Master, demon... the monster is coming! A monk who claims to be from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, with three monsters into the village!"

"Monk? Monster?"

Ning Lao Cai’s eyes are condensed. Pushing the door, a fierce momentum is condensing in his eyes.

The prostitute who came to report, thought that my grandfather would be as timid as ever, and did not expect that today’s grandfather’s eyes were so fierce. I was not afraid to hear the monsters entering the village.

"With me, Ningjiazhuang will not have anything! Take me to see this monk, monster!"

The prostitute stopped.

My grandfather has been so arrogant. How is it different from usual today... I am really not afraid of monsters, I have to go to see monsters, and I want to protect Ningjiazhuang...

She took Ning Fan all the way out of the house, looking for a monk monster in the village, and suddenly, heard a thunder like a thunder.

"Hey! The big Zhuangzi, how can you not see a person, give the pig grandfather out, speed up the good wine and good food, honor your pig grandfather!"

A black-eyed pig demon licking the nails, and walked over.

As soon as I saw the prostitute in front of Ning Fan, the little girl was green and full of wretched smiles.

"Hey... what does this lady call?"

When he stepped forward, he had to talk to the prostitute, and the prostitute was frightened to the ground and shivered, holding the thigh of Ning Laocai, with the meaning of asking for help.

"How do my niece call you, and what to do with you!"

Ning Laocai’s left eye suddenly flashed purple black mans!

A demon ancestor, suddenly pressed the black scorpion pig demon.

At the moment of touching this demon, the pig demon was shocked and the demon blood could not help but tremble.

"You...you...you are the ancestors! You are the eternal fairy!"

In the impression of the pig demon, the demon ancestor is equivalent to the ancient fairy.

Wan Gu Xian Zun, that is the person who is at the peak of the second step of the Tao.

If in the afterlife, perhaps it should be called Xiandi...

He is naturally afraid of it!

"Enlightenment, restless!"

A white monk walked over and bowed to Ning Fan's hands.

"The poorness comes from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and it is too late today. So I want to come to Guizhuang for a night. There are three disciples in the impoverished, each with amazing looks. If you disturb the owner, please ask the owner."

Ning Laocai took a fist to the monks and looked at the other two people behind him.

In the end, the eyes fell on the monks.

For the clear eyes of the Shangyu people, for a moment, Ning Laocai seems to think of something.

"I am...Ning Fan!"

"Who is this monk! It is just a mortal, but the vision is like a dream Xuanzi is generally fierce!"

Dream Xuanzi is the palm of the emperor, this person, is also a fairy emperor!

"I don't know how the elders call it?" Ning Fan asked with a fist.

"The world calls me Xuanzang, you are different from the people in this world, you can be exceptional, call me Jin Yu. As you expected, the past life, I am probably the emperor in your mouth, this life, just A mortal who is a one-hearted Buddha." Jin Xiao smiled.

His eyes are empty, and he seems to be able to see through what Ninfan thinks.

This person, awesome magical powers... (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!