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Chapter 1189 The top of the sea of ??clouds and the flowing moon

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    Time passed slowly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the huge stone door, in that strange realm, as if he was enlightened, pursuing the changes in the ninth rule.

    The mosquito beasts scattered around, but they did not disperse under the dense crowd. Instead, they looked around vigilantly, especially the mosquito king, who simply lay on the stone door next to Wang Lin. A pair of cold eyes looked around him.  Scanning slowly, all the mosquito beasts caught by his gaze showed extremely respectful expressions.

    Only when his eyes fall on Wang Lin, the mosquito king will be different. The indifference dissipates and is replaced by a kind of attachment.  It's like a child clinging to its parents.

    In fact, in the heart of the Mosquito King, Wang Lin has such an identity.

    Next to the Mosquito King, there are four mosquito beasts whose color has reached deep blue, surrounding them like guards. An aura comparable to the great perfection of pure nirvana emanates from them.

    It can be said that, headed by the Mosquito King, a small mosquito swarm of about 5,000 mosquito beasts has already reached a certain scale.  Similarly, these mosquito beasts gradually accepted Wang Lin's existence, but this acceptance would immediately collapse without the mosquito king.

    Amidst the bursts of neighing, Wang Lin sat cross-legged and silently felt the rules on the stone door. There were eight rules inside the stone door, but in its aura, the traces of the vicissitudes of time turned into the ninth  kind.

    Compared with the first eight types, this ninth type can be said to be the strongest!  Wang Lin didn't have time to understand them all, so he had to give up the first eight and choose the strongest ninth one.

    The desolation of the stone gate and the loneliness revealed in this unfamiliar wind world resonated with Wang Lin's heart. Sitting on the stone gate, he seemed to have become the stone gate, looking at the vicissitudes of the world, looking at the changes in the situation, looking at the  Watching the changes in the sky over tens of thousands of years, watching the ups and downs of the mountains on the earth.

    His heart seemed to be gradually changing.

    Nearly two thousand years of practicing Taoism are insignificant compared to this stone gate. But at this moment, when his mind merged with the stone gate, he felt that the years were flowing in his heart.

    Just like a painter looking at mountains, rivers and life, there is always an illusory frame that appears and vaguely exists in his heart before bringing it into his heart. Wang Lin sat on the stone door and did not lower his head to look at the stone door, but did not know.  When did I open my eyes and look ahead.

    His gaze was as calm as the surface of a lake or an ancient well.  But within those calm eyes, there was a hint of recollection, which unknowingly turned into ripples, shaking out Wang Lin's dusty memory.

    He vaguely seemed to see a father on a cultivation star, walking with his children among the mountains and rivers. Where he talked and laughed, he saw majestic mountain peaks and ripples in the river.

    The father and his child continued to conquer mountains and mountains, and crossed mountains, rivers and lakes. They even looked up to the sky and shouted with their children in the sea, causing the sea to roar and set off huge waves.

    These scenes, filled with memories of years, flowed before Wang Lin's eyes like water. They were a past of his life that was full of pain and joy, and they were an indispensable part of his life.

    At this moment, Wang Lin was sitting on the stone door. While picking up his memory, he looked at the world and slowly kept everything in front of him in his heart.

    "Cultivation of the Taoactually means bringing the Tao into your heart. This is the cultivation of the Tao. The so-called perception and artistic conception are actually this path. Keep a feeling in your heart, silently experience it, and integrate with the Tao. In the end, it is also the path.  It becomes an artistic conception and a thought.¡±

    Wang Lin seemed to be talking to himself, and closed his eyes again while murmuring. This time, although his eyes were closed, he could still see the sky and the earth. In his mind, a majestic stone gate also stood tall.

    The only difference was that he was not the only one sitting there on the mountain gate in his heart. There was another figure beside him. It was a child, a child who seemed to never grow up. Perhaps in Wang Lin's heart, Wang Ping, no matter what  No matter how long it takes, you are still just a child.

    Wang Ping did not really exist, but was brought out by Wang Lin's memory and illusory. He sat next to Wang Lin, just like when he was a child, silently accompanying his father, watching the sunrise and sunset together with his father.  Traveling all over the world, together we will be lonely.

    "If all of this could last forever at this moment and become a moment of youth, then life might not have so many regrets and choices."

    In Wang Lin's heart, he and Wang Ping have always been sitting on the huge stone door. There was originally a blur of nothingness below, but it gradually changed at this moment. The sound of waves echoed, and the roar was like ocean waves.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ??!  "For a moment, everyone's hearts were shaken, and they looked horrified. They simply couldn't believe what they were seeing.

    "Don't forget, the monk in white clothes we saw outside the crack. Look carefully. Although the person on the stone door can't see clearly, his clothes are white." Li Yuanlei suppressed the shock in his heart and whispered  road.

    "There are actually people who can control mosquito beasts. This matter" The monks around him were all silent, especially those who were latecomers. They didn't see Wang Lin, they just heard people around them mention it. They didn't really believe it at first, but at this moment,  But he had to believe that the shock in his heart was several times more intense than that of others.  (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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