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.

Inside 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 with you when traveling. Could it be that you were robbed by bandits?"

A big man in a coir 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, and they had never looked down on a weak scholar like Ning Fan, but they took advantage of Ning Fan to make fun of him.

Ning Fan glanced at the five people indifferently, but didn't say anything. Naturally, he wouldn't give these people fuel or food.

He disdains begging. All he likes is robbing.

But for a few mortals, he didn't bother to snatch anything. He had 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 naturally has an air of life and death.

That young man is not far away from becoming a god.

This cultivation level is second to none, but this understanding of life and death is 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 way for immortals to understand. But there was a Nascent Soul monk who used 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 the vulgarity of these five big men in coir raincoats ruined this 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 happens to the young man in white in his life, except when he faces 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 now. But he doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me."

The young man in white clothes 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. He also 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, his eyes scanned the people in the temple. However, he stopped at 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 is completely different from that of Yun Bu Shu... This person's cultivation level is not the first step in cultivating Taoism, nor is he even a destiny immortal...

"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.

Discussing Tao is also good.

As for wine, he actually bought a lot of it. When discussing Taoism, it would be a good thing if there is 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, gave one jar to Mo Zhi and one jar to Daniu.

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 artistic conception locks the soul 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,

"What you guys are talking about is so messy, we didn't understand a word of it. You talk about locking the soul with artistic conception and returning hope to the sky. Could it be that you are 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 a little confused and said, "I don't know."

The big men next to the campfire laughed again, "Haha, what is inside and outside the boundary, what is outside and inside the territory, 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 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.

This is what you want."

The big man by the campfire frowned and 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?"

Daniu said, "There is a mystery in the word "Xiongtai". I don't understand it, but I think that the word "crazy" is not a good use. It is better to use the word "Crazy"!

"Well said! The word delusion is a very good one! If people in our generation do not have delusions, they will definitely not be able to achieve the right fruition, and they will be destined to harm the way of heaven!"

Mo Zhi stopped laughing and looked at Ning Fan again. He 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.

Infatuation is trapped by love, confused by Tao, and can be reversible by love.

Persistence, however, takes the initiative to lock love in the heart. It is better to keep the inner demon in the heart than to retreat, 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!" All the big men beside the campfire laughed.

"That's all. If you forget, forget it. I'm Mo Zhi. What do you call these two fellow Taoists?"

"Danniu." 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 could be heard intermittently, and sometimes thunder flashed across, lighting up the rainy night instantly.

The bonfire in the temple flickers between light and dark, illuminating the surrounding area. Just like changing between life and death, this light and dark space also 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.
To be continued...