Grasping Evil

This is an abandoned temple with peeled paint and rusty doorrings.

Outside the temple, the night rain leaches and there is a sense of Shawther and loneliness.

In the temple, five men dressed in cloaks raised a pile of bonfires, took out some dry food and talked aloud as they ate.

I'd rather sit in the corner of the temple than talk to people.

His clothes weren't wet for half a dot... with the strength of his rain, and if he didn't want to, the rain wouldn't fall on him here.

“Boy, you look like a schoolboy. How can you travel without luggage? Was it robbed by bandits? ”

A jacket man measured Ning Fan, and saw Ning Fan without a long object, he couldn't help laughing.

“Come on, help Grandpa pick up some firewood, add some fire, Grandpa will let you eat some meat.” A big man chewing on half a chicken also laughed.

In words, there is a bit of irony.

All five of them were green forest people. Never saw Ningfan such a weak scholar, but they brought Ningfan for pleasure.

Ningfan glanced at the five people, but did not say much, and naturally did not feed them with wood.

Please, he doesn't give a shit. He likes to only rob.

But for a few mortals, he didn't hesitate to grab anything. He has his own principles.

Seeing Ningfan ignore them, the five robbers lost interest and ignored Ningfan and started talking about something else.

Ningfan looked at the rain outside the temple and his mood gradually became waveless.

He can't remember who he is, but he remembers everything about rain.

He remembers all his magic, remembers all his killing, and only remembers who he is.

All of a sudden, Ning Fan's eyes flashed, but he saw the night rain and slowly walked into a young man in white.

The young man looks ordinary but naturally has a life-and-death temperament between walks.

That young man is not far from the god of God.

This cultivation is the second, but this is a life and death lesson, but the invisibility is higher than that of Ning Fan!

“This human being is living and dying! ”

I prefer to look the same, but my heart is a shock.

Since ancient times, life and death have been the way a cactus needs to understand, but there is a former infant monk who enters God with life and death.

Though he is still low, this understanding is not weaker than his own.

The young man in white frowned when he looked at the five men gathered beside the campfire.

His life-and-death situation had hidden signs of initiation during the rainy night, but the rudeness of the five robbers had undermined the atmosphere.

He sat looking for a corner and suddenly his gaze changed.

But when he saw the corner, he sat down and looked at him with a smile.

Preferred to be here, but the breath was too restrained, and for a moment, the young man in white threatened to ignore him.

This has rarely happened in the life of a young man in white, except in the face of a handful of powerful figures.

Like Stuart, like Skylark...

“This man is a monk, and he is far more than I am today, but he does not seem to have any ill intentions towards me. ”

The young man in white sat beside Ningfan and nodded slightly to Ningfan, without saying much, looking up at the rain outside the temple.

I would rather see rain than talk, as if any superfluous words would destroy the beauty of the rainy night.

“Finally, we found shelter. ”

A voice enters the temple, spinning, another rain-shelter enters the temple.

It's a grown man in a thin shirt.

As soon as Dahan entered the temple, he swept away the people in the temple, but lagged with the young man in white.

“Oh? I didn't expect to see anyone else in the temple. What do you two friends call me? ”

“Yamano, there's no name for it, just call me Bull.” The young man in white cuddled with a fist.

“I don't know who I am, someone called me Lu Sheng, but I always thought it wasn't my real name.” Ningfan also punched Dahan slightly.

He hid that this man was extraordinary, and that his situation was very similar to that of the clouds and was a forgetful one.

But his uncomfortable cultivation is different from the sky... and this man's cultivation, not the first step of cultivation, not even the Immortal of Life...

“Ha ha! Interesting. Could this student have actually met a bandit and been beaten up silly, and not remember who he is?” A few dressed men laughed.

Mo Ji frowned and seemed unsure of what he had discovered from Ningfan.

Then he smiled, “Turns out Brother Lu doesn't even know who he is. He looks like me. It's rare to meet two fellow citizens here. Why don't you sit down and talk about it on a rainy night? ”

“Arguing..." prefers to look blind and clear from time to time. He does not know who he is, but he knows that he is pursuing the path of life and death.

Argument, okay.

He bought a lot of wine, and he said that if there was wine, it would be beautiful.

Ningfan did not say much, whisked his sleeve, took out three tablespoons of wine, took one tablespoon of his own, gave Mo Zhi and Da Niu one tablespoon each.

The young man in white named Bull smiled lightly, took a sip of wine, mumbled and drank painfully, but he was a spiller.

Mo Ji, also took the wine, smiled and drank it.

Then he looked at Da Niu Dao, “Brother Da Niu is amazing. If he is not mistaken, he should reach the realm of Italian soul locking, the realm of the clouds is promising. ”

The bull's gaze changed slightly, revealing a little caution and avoiding talking about himself.

Not far from the campfire, a few big men, one of them laughed out loud,

“What you guys are talking about is messy, we haven't heard a word. What is the meaning of locking the soul, there is still hope, can't be crazy! ”

Mo Ji looked at Ningfan again. After a closer look, his eyes became more and more concentrated.

This kind of weight is not because Fanfan is fixing it, but because he sees something else.

“Brother Lu Xiuyu is also amazing, and most surprisingly, Brother Lu does not seem to be from this realm. Brother Lu seems to be from outside the anti-dust realm... no, Brother Lu is from outside the four realms... is an extraterritorial monk. I wonder which extraterritorial fairy domain Brother Lu is from? ”

"I don't know. ”

The big guys next to the campfire laughed again, "Ha ha, what boundaries, what boundaries, what boundaries, these guys are crazy! ”

Mo Zhi smiled and was not angry.

“Your Excellency is even saying that the word" madness "is well used. If it is not madness, it is naturally difficult to understand this method of heaven. If it is not madness, who will ask for the magic of everlasting life? If it is not madness, it must be desire. That is the reason. ”

The man next to the campfire frowned and scolded, “What a lunatic, I don't understand a word. ”

Mo Ji mute and smiled. He shook his head gently and looked at Da Niu Dao. “Do you understand me? ”

Da Niu Dao, "Brother Tai Zhong Xuan Machine. I don't understand. But I think. Crazy word. Bad use of land. Let's go crazy! ”

“Well said! A word of insanity. Excellent! If there is no mindfulness in my life Definitely can't fix a positive result, the circle day damage life! ”

Mo Zhi smiled and looked at Ningfan again. "How does Brother Lu feel about the insanity? ”

“Insanity...” more and more obscure in the eyes, “madness or insanity, you can ask, but my path is‘ stubborn ', obsessed with the heart, so become a demon, turn a thousand times, die not regret...”

“Obsessive...” Mo Ji and the bull revealed the colour of thought.

Crazy, trapped by love, fascinated by the way, reversible by the sky.

Instead, he actively locked his love in his heart. He preferred his heart to his heart, neither retreated from it, nor abandoned it.

“Obsessive... obsessive... uh, where were we? The next time I accidentally forget it all. ”

Mo Ji suddenly revealed a blurry colour.

“What a lunatic!” Han Fu by the bonfire is laughing.

“Forget about it, forget about it. What are the names of the two Daoists in Shimoji? ”

“Bull.” The bull's eyes glistened and something seemed to have been discovered.

“Maybe, my name is Lou, maybe not.” Ningfan was confused for a while.

Mo Ji nodded and looked out at the rainy night and exclaimed,

“The beauty of the rainy night lies in the environment. It is the beauty of the rainy night and the taste of life that flowers and plants absorb water vapor. The original death intent also flows quietly. ”

Rainfall outside the temple comes from the array of rainfall, sometimes thunderbolted, and lights up the rainy night instantly.

The campfire in the temple flashed between the light and darkness, lighting up the surroundings indefinitely. Just as there is a change between life and death, this obvious darkness also seems to contain the path of life and death.

Bright life, dark death, bright and dark flashing, life and death alternate.

“What is life?” The bull had just wanted to ask the question, but Ningfan had already.

Rather, there is confusion in the mind. This is confusion that cannot participate in the enlightenment of death.

Mo Ji pointed to the campfire: “This fire is raw! ”

“Why? ”

“I don't know what to live for, but I often hear mortals say, make fire, make fire. This fire, I'm sure, is born. ”

“Crazy!” This time, several big men by the campfire, all looking at Mo Ji with strange eyes.

“What is death?” Ningfan asked.

Mo Ji was just about to talk, and suddenly his eyes were lost again. After a long time, he looked around.

“Where were we? ”

Without waiting for Ning Fan and Da Niu to talk, a big man next to the campfire immediately said, “The bookkeeper just asked you, what is death! ”

Mo Zhi looked at Ning Fan with regret and hesitated slightly. "I think Brother Tai already knows my name, I don't know what Brother Tai is called? ”

Another big man next to the campfire laughed: “He doesn't remember as well as you. He can't remember who he is. He only knows his last name is Lou! ”

Apologies are stronger in Mo Zhi's eyes. "Since I realized Heaven's way, my memory has faded. Brother Lu forgives me. ”

“What this man perceives is indeed an oblivion.” Big Bull thought.

“Hey, you haven't said anything about death yet. Go on, it's funny.” A big man by the campfire hurried.

“What is death... death is death, if man is dead, death, if heart is dead, forget it. This, is dead. ”

“Today there is no root water precipitation, the water of this depression is life, he has no root water loss, the water of this depression is death, no life, no circulation, so called dead water! ”

Mo Ji pointed at the big men beside the campfire and said: "Today, they are happy, angry, pathetic, Coke, is life. On other days, they will not rejoice in sorrow, but will die if they cannot escape. ”

Mo Zhi, referring to the petal mattress in the interior of the temple, added, “When the temple idol was there, the temple lived, and now the idol disappears, it is dead! ”

Speaking of which, he stood up, pointing to the sky, and said, "This rain, born in the sky, died in the earth, the process in the middle, is the life of rain, and the reason I see this rain, I see it not the sky, I see it not the earth, I see it not the rain, but the life of this rain... this is life and death! ”

Da Niu heard Mo Ji's high theory, a little confusion in his mind disappeared. It seemed like he realized something. He stood up and punched Mo Ji.

At this moment, the bull, not yet deified, can almost make a step forward and follow life and death!

Fan Fan's eyes suddenly faded slightly, but he still did not fully understand.

He always felt that there was still something one-sided about what Mo Ji said.

He talked about the death of a temple, the death of rain, the death of a mortal, the death of a man of flowers and trees, but the only thing he didn't say was the death of a fairy...

“If they were at the peak of the road, they would live forever, but they would actually die, wouldn't they? In that case, what is eternal life?” I'd rather ask suddenly.

This suddenly turned into two thunderstorms, the big bull, Mo Zhi's mind exploded.

The bull had just learned about life and death, and once again became confused. He didn't think about it.

When Mo Zhi's face changed, his teacher was a powerful man, and he never wondered whether his teacher's honor had a falling day.

Is he going to die, is he going to die... he's here to understand heaven, he thinks he understands himself, but in fact, the way he sees heaven is still one-sided.

Does the immortality he seeks not exist in the first place?

The death of a mortal, the death of a monk, should be different from the death of a fourth monk. Step four: The death of a monk should have touched the origin of the path...

Suddenly, Mo seemed to realize something and looked at Ning Fan and said, "I know, the reason you're here is because...”

He heard the teacher say that among the extraterritorial powerful, there is a fourth step to become the primacy of the heavens and the earth, to dream the circle, to wake the realm to extinction.

This person is in a turnaround, there is a life and death robbery that can help the monks peek up the avenue!

Ningfan in front of you, maybe some monk from the Immortal Domain!

What they see is not true, and what they see is not true.

One side is true, the other is necessarily false, and the two will never coexist in this rainy night.

“I still don't know how to live and die... even if I'm on my feet, maybe I don't. Footsteps to life and death, one step at a time, are just the first step to enlightening life and death, many life fairies, not even the first step to enlightening life and death... but I seem to remember who I am. If you die, forget what Brother Mo said. If you don't die, everything will be remembered.”

“Is this my chance to refine seven life and death crystals... life and death! ”

“Me, Ningfan! The obsession in my heart is that the revolution can't be erased, this life and death robbery can't mask my heart! ”

Fan pointed out that the whole world seemed to be broken like glass.

Though Mo Ji's words did not touch the origin of the path, they did give Ning Fan many revelations.

There are 500 more life-and-death patterns on the Numen, for a total of 1,720.

The landscape in front of us has changed rapidly, and the first life and death robbery has been destroyed.

“It's a good argument... to hear Mozi say that I'm not in a circle with them, a time and space, maybe, the day I don't see each other again... this robbery of life and death is so subtle that I can actually see other people in the circle. Is this the means of the Purple Doo Immortal Emperor...”

Ningfan's body gradually dissipated and the world began to regroup.

...

Xiniu Hezhou, a place called Ningjiazhuang, has a land owner, called Ning Old Wealth.

According to rumours in the village, the man had two lovely wives, each of them as flowers.

Inside Ningjiazhuang, in a deep compound, in a bedroom, a man and a woman are sleeping over the clouds.

The man, a pure young man with a handsome appearance and full of desire, is crusading against two delicate women.

Both women are stunning, with black eyes like black gems named Xiao Er.

Another blood eye is cold and is bearing the brunt of an assault by a young man named Baby.

The young man is old money.

Two women, naturally his sleeping wife.

During the raid, the innocent white youth suddenly stopped and looked incredibly at the two beauties underneath, looking embarrassed, like swallowing a fly.

“Why am I here... who am I...”

“Uh, you guys are... are... names I can't remember, but I can't seem to do this to you... and our relationship, it's not this far... uh, headache. ”

“Husband... husband, why did you... stop... hurry...” Xiao Er glanced away, asthmatic, her chest slightly fluctuated, but smiled cunningly.

“Huh, that's not enough kung fu, isn't it? It's 300 rounds with me!” The baby smiles and greets, but puts something in it again.

Oh, no.

Ning Lao Cai's forehead blushed.

He can't be said no by the baby?

Though he hasn't remembered who he is, he remembers that he is the owner of Ningjiazhuang, the husband of Red and Xiao.

Husband, fish water, it looks like scripture and earth...

“Let me show you if Yufu is really bad! ”

Ning's fortune bowed down and pressed down...

The palm of the hand swims over the delicate body of the second daughter...

Crazy, it was evening, the second daughter had fallen asleep satisfied.

Ning Lao Wei got up, changed his clothes, was refreshed and had another strange feeling in his mind.

He always felt that he really shouldn't have done this to the second daughter.

But the second daughter is her own wife and concubine, why can't she do this?

He has loved his children countless times in his memory...

Why, why...

Seems to have forgotten something important...

“Master, the demon... the demon is here! A monk claiming to be from Dongtu Datang has entered the estate with three monsters! ”

“Monk? Monster?”

Old Ning glanced at the door and pushed out. A powerful momentum was gathering in his eyes.

The maiden who came to the press thought her master would be as cowardly as he used to be. I didn't think today's master's eyes were so sharp that he heard the monster enter the estate, but he wasn't afraid.

“With me, Ningjiazhuang will be fine! Take me to this monk and monster! ”

The maiden was stunned.

Why has my master ever been so proud, today is different... really not afraid of monsters, to see monsters, and to protect Ningjiazhuang...

She walked out of the courtyard with Ningfan, searching for monks in the estate, and suddenly she heard a thunderous roar.

“Huh! Big Zhuang Zi, how can you not see one person, get out of here and quickly serve good wine and good food to honor your pig grandpa! ”

A black pig monster carrying a nail rake walked over.

As soon as she saw the maid in front of Ning Fan, her eyes immediately turned green and filled with dirty laughter.

“Hey, hey... what's the lady's name? ”

Before he went up, he had to talk to the maiden. He fell down softly and shook himself. He held Ning's old fortune in his thighs, with his eyes full of desire for help.

“What do you call my maiden? What do you care! ”

In the left eye of Ning's old fortune, suddenly the light of purple black flashes!

A demon ancestral power suddenly depressed the black pig demon.

At the moment of touching this demon power, the pig's face shook and the demon's blood trembled.

“You... you... you are the demon ancestor! You're Vancouver! ”

In the impression of a pig demon, the demon ancestor equates to the immortality of Wangu.

Van Gogh Immortal, that's the character at the top of the second step of the monastery.

In the next life, it might be called the Immortal Emperor...

He's naturally afraid!

“Enlightenment, be rude! ”

A white monk walked up to Ningfan with his hands together for eleven years.

“The poor monks come from Datang, Dongtu. It is late today, so they want to stay in your estate for one night. The poor monks have three apprentices, each with an amazing appearance. If they disturb the owner of the estate, please forgive him. ”

Ning Lao Cai punched the monk and looked at the other two apprentices behind him.

Ultimately, the eyes fell on the monks.

For a moment, Ning Lao Cai seemed to remember something with a clear look at the upper monk.

“I am... Ningfan! ”

“Who is this monk? He was just a mortal, but his eyes were as sharp as Dream Xuanzi's! ”

Mengxuanzi is the master tablet Immortal Emperor, this person, is also an Immortal Emperor!

“Don't know what the elders call it?” I'd rather hold my fist and ask.

“The world calls me Xuan, you are not like everyone else in this world, you can call me Golden Cicada. As you might expect, I in the previous life was probably the Immortal Emperor you spoke of. In this life, I am just a human being who gives a gift to Buddha.” Golden Cicada smiled.

His eyes were clear and seemed to see through Ning Fan's thoughts.

This man, what a strange magic...