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Under such a tense situation, no one was able to fall asleep. The drowsiness that came out of Little Wang's mouth just now had completely disappeared. It seemed like he wasn't completely stupid.

He had said that anything could happen on this highway, and there was nothing wrong with him being careful. Little Wang couldn't see the figure on the side of the road and thought to himself, "I was being suspicious. Forget it, a telephone pole can scare me to such an extent."

After comforting herself like this, Little Wang's state of mind became much calmer. She thought that things would end just like this. Who knew that Little Wang would accidentally see that creepy figure again?

This time, it was on the right. The tall figure was following the speed of his car. Little Wang's originally calm mind tensed up again. The figure slowly ran to a spot about 50 meters away from the car and stopped.

Little Wang watched as his car sped towards the figure and suddenly realized that he couldn't move his body anymore. He couldn't turn his hand on the steering wheel and watched as the huge white figure pounced towards him. It was as if time had stopped.

That figure slowly covered the entire front window of the car. Little Wang opened his mouth uncontrollably, his eyes wide. It was not fear, but more like surprise. His mind became more and more out of control.

However, Little Wang could feel a sense of peace and quiet. After a while, Little Wang realized that he was still driving the car forward, but it was as if he had just returned from somewhere else. The feeling was too strange, and Little Wang felt another voice telling him to go forward, that 'he' would soon go down.

At this time, Little Wang's mind was very clear, very calm, a type of clarity that he had never experienced before. Driving was very smooth, and his master later told him that this was because the ghost had a certain cultivation skill, and that he was controlling Little Wang's mind to not let his imagination run wild, so that he could safely get a ride.

When he arrived at his destination, Little Wang opened the door and got out of the car to pack his bags. Suddenly, he felt the clamor around him, and when he looked around, he realized that there were quite a few people around. He thought it was strange that he did not hear it when he got out of the car.

If one were to say that this hitchhiker's cultivation skill was not shallow, then one could tell from where he came from that one of the differences between a normal person and a cultivator was that his or her mental strength was steady. The stronger a cultivator was, the deeper his or her cultivation was, the stronger his or her mental strength was, and it was easier for them to control themselves and not be disturbed by the outside world. This was very important.

I told the story to Senior Brother Jules, who smiled, touched his lips with his index finger, and shook his head. I know he meant don't let me talk nonsense.

After staying in Beijing for a few more days, I began to feel more and more mysterious towards my senior brother, and although I didn't know what it was like to be unable to speak, when I thought about it, I felt very aggrieved. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't express anything.

I was surprised to see him sitting on a branch with his eyes closed. I was afraid that he might fall down, but I did not dare to disturb him, so I watched him carefully. When he heard my voice, he opened his eyes, smiled at me, and jumped down from the tree.

He stretched out both his arms and the tip of his feet touched the tree bark. He jumped down gracefully. I couldn't help but clap and say, "Senior Brother, your lightness skill is really amazing."

I don't think I've ever seen him with such negative emotions as worry, anger, anxiety, and jealousy. Of course, it's also possible that he didn't express these emotions, but in his eyes, one could tell that he was calm and wise. I really don't know what this young man who was only a few years older than me experienced to make him mature like this.

We were often together, and although he couldn't talk, I talked a lot, especially when we were together. He gave me a feeling of family, a sense of security, of not having to be bound or repressed.

People are actually quite strange, recently relatives gave you the greatest warmth, but also the greatest restraint, so no one wants to be alone, so no one wants to be in contact with others more, the deeper the contact, the happier it is, the happier it is, and the more restricted it is. No one wants to be bound, so one can only struggle between the warmth and the bondage, this is Buddhism's fate, in fact, everything in the world is made up of fate, no one can break away from it, all the people one meets in this life, they have been saved in their previous lives, saved in their previous lives, hurt in their current lives, no one can escape from it.

It could be said that this was a law of nature. I had told Brother Liang about the coin that he had mentioned to me, and I had thought that he would admire me. However, he had only smiled and nodded, writing the word 'En' on the paper.

I suddenly didn't have the desire to continue, until many years later, that year, the OICQ became QQ, more and more people liked to "Hur Hur", "Hmm" to make a perfunctory response, in fact, a kind of approval, but also revealed a kind of tiresome taste, stupid people can't discover, can't detect the other party's disgust.

He doesn't seem to easily express his feelings, but I know that he is trying to improve his mental strength by maintaining his composure. The meditation techniques that his senior martial uncle taught him are just to improve his mental strength, and those with good mental strength won't be seen by others. In this aspect, I think that my senior uncle and master aren't able to keep their emotions in check.

These days there were still flies in the room, and I helped Brother Juul clean up and clean up, and I followed behind him, talking to myself, and he listened, and a fly buzzed in his ear, and I hated things like flies and mosquitoes the most, and I nagged at them with a broom wheel, and Brother Juhle straightened up and looked, and suddenly he was as fast as lightning, and his right hand shot out and retracted, and the buzzing of the flies immediately disappeared, and when he looked again, there was a fly between his middle finger and thumb.

After throwing the fly's corpse into the trash bag, Senior Brother Juul continued to clean it expressionlessly. This move of his had stunned me. I was stunned for a moment before I immediately shouted, "Damn! Senior Brother, you're too strong!" His arms are a bit sturdy, so Uncle Master will definitely teach him some body tempering skills. But that move just now was too unexpected. I momentarily forgot that he couldn't speak and kept asking him how he did it.

Senior brother Juul ignored me and continued sweeping the floor. It was unknown when master came out, but he appeared behind me without anyone noticing and told me to leave tonight.

Suddenly, I asked Master why she was in such a hurry. Master didn't seem to be in a hurry, she only said that she had been here for a few days, it was time to go back.

That night, Senior Brother Juehe sent me and Master on a plane. Master Uncle was also going to come, but Master persuaded him to come, so he eventually gave Jun Qianli a farewell. If it was too much, it would only add to our sadness, and there was no need for Master Uncle Juehe to send us off, but before he left and saw Master Uncle Jueyou's reluctant expression, I felt a burst of sadness. I didn't know how old he was, but after Master and I left, there was actually a kind of reluctance for parents to see their children leave.

When my senior brothers grew up, they all left him, and my master also left him more or less. Although senior brother Juehe stayed with him for many years, he still can't understand the pain of love, the feelings of a person who cultivates the Dao will be a bit weaker, but from what I see, my master and uncle are obviously just ordinary blood brothers, and in Master's words, they both are unable to cultivate.

In the eyes of the high monks, we are all pitiful people who are struggling in the sea of misery. We are tortured by the misery of the human world, and only when we are completely rid of everything will we not feel pain. I have never been right or wrong about other people's opinions, but I cannot do it and I do not want to do it.

I sat with my master on the plane, curled up on the sofa, feeling comfortable and at ease. I don't know why, but in the past few days at Uncle Maestro's house, although I had a good meal and Uncle Maestro's house was very beautiful, I didn't feel as comfortable as I did on the plane. I didn't feel as comfortable as I did on the plane.

After I told this thought to my master, she smiled and said, "You're still young, so you don't understand how this world is the most comfortable. I told this thought to my master, who smiled and said," You're still young, so you don't understand.

I nodded. Master was right, only the most controllable place would make me feel comfortable. I curled up on the sofa and squinted my eyes. It was so comfortable. Maybe I knew that I was almost home, so I felt a sense of security on the plane.

My master said that my uncle was a simple person, that he had never enjoyed anything since he was young, that he was very strict with himself, that only he could treat his own disciples and juniors like this, and my uncle also said that even though he was a cultivator, he would never be able to cultivate properly in his entire life. In his own words, his heart was too strong for him to bear this kind of world.

Actually, there are a few people who are able to completely ignore external objects, and some might have already reached the Immortal Realm. I narrowed my eyes and looked out the window, feeling that the scenery outside the window was getting more and more beautiful, and also increasingly darker. Let alone, flying in the sky at night, this scenery is really really beautiful, even the stars in the sky can be seen.

Master taught me a simple technique for calming my mind. When looking at things, don't try to differentiate what I can see clearly, but rather, try to see clearly, not just squinting my eyes but actually just opening my eyes wide and relaxing my mind. At this time, looking at anything is a double image and there is no sense of distance, Master said that I can relax my mind this way.