Self-career is to confuse me, really, this grandson playing Yin sneak attack on me, even if cold give me a knife, I will not be surprised at all.

But what he’s doing now gives me a strange feeling... He doesn’t seem to want to hurt me, he just wants to help me.

That's right!I want to help!

“What are you going to do?”

When I asked this, I couldn’t help but take two steps back and look at the mind of the Master of Self-Discipline, as if I knew him for the first time, and my eyes were full of strangeness.

“Do you think there are people in the world who are closer to the source of life than we are?”The self-master asked me, there is an indescribable sadness in the eyes, and that kind of inexplicable and inexplicable look is the first time I have seen it in the eyes of the free teacher.

I didn’t say anything, I stared at the teacher, waiting for his next words.

"I used to want to follow the footsteps of the Buddha, like those who cultivate, to become enlightened from the human identity, and then... I don't want to be an ordinary gentleman and a monk, I also want to become a fairy Buddha!" 」

Since the teacher clenched his teeth, the expression on his face suddenly became fierce: "Can you understand my feelings?!I thought that those fairy Buddhas were real, but in fact ... they did not have such a powerful ability, but the realm of thought was different from ours, and then they were later chased into a fairy Buddha!"

“What do you want to say?”I frowned at him and felt that the self-master's mood was somewhat unstable, but it was not for me, it seemed that it was because of the things that were said in his mouth that became like this.

“Do you know why I went after the kings of the old days?”The teacher asked me.

“To become stronger?”I asked carefully, “Being as powerful as the legendary Buddha?”

The self-master thought for a moment, saying, that part of it was for this reason, but more... it was about wanting to learn something else.

“Buddha became a Buddha because he saw through the truth of the world, and saw through all the falsehoods, and he learned the truth of the world through his epiphany... or, he knew the truth of the world.”The teacher smiled and said, "He can do all this, and that's what he becomes a Buddha, and if I do all this, I can become a Buddha and a fairy."

As soon as the voice fell, the expression on the teacher's face was stiff, and he seemed to remember something, shaking his head and saying.

“But that’s not true, and I finally understood that my goals were false, and the most real answers were always hidden in my heart.

“Curiosity?”I frowned, thoughtfully looking at the self-indulbitment, seemed to understand something.

"I am curious as to what the Buddha realized after Zen meditation is what the truth is."The self-suffering teacher smiled bitterly, “Is that the great truths recorded in the scriptures?”I don't think... absolutely not!That is why I am curious!”

He said, sitting down while the teacher.

The countless black tentacles that extended out of his legs were also taken back in an instant, leaving only the dense holes in the surface of the calf, and I saw that it was called a disgusting.

“Do you understand the truth now?”I asked.

The teacher nodded his head and did not speak.

“Do you feel like you’re going to the heights of those Buddhas?”I asked again.

The teacher hesitated, nodded, and shook his head again.

“I don’t know where the problem is... it always feels bad...” The teacher muttered, “as if something important was missing... and the Buddha had something more than me...”

“You don’t know what?”I looked at the self-directed teacher and asked him.

The teacher shook his head, very direct answer, I don't know.

I don't know why, at this time, I looked at the self-indulbiting teacher only for him to feel sad.

Now without the tension before, I lighted a cigarette and sat down on the ground with him.

“Humanity.”

When I heard these two words, I found that the body of the self-made teacher suddenly trembled, and the expression on his face became stiff, but soon showed a relieved smile.

“Yes, humanity!”The teacher smiled, "Compared to those Buddhas, I am only lacking."

“I really don’t know...are you being stupid or stupid...” I snorted and looked at the teacher: “You should have known the answer from the beginning... just you’ve been running away, right?”

The teacher smiled and did not speak, turned his head, looked at the sky in front, and his eyes became distant.

“When I opened the door and locked the door... I saw a lot of things...” The free teacher said, with a breath of insatiable excitement, and a vague but unpreasting fear: “The star gate is not unique to our world... Like all doors, it has two sides, one side is in our world, on the other side, in the sea of deep stars...”

"What's the case?“Did you open the door and see the stars?”I asked funnyly.

"Not the stars, and you don't understand, but soon... I'll take you to experience it once, and you'll know what I see."

When the teacher said this, the tone was obviously excited, as if he had found something good, eager to share with friends, and the expression on his face could not be said.

"You God talk so much, I don't understand."

With that, I took a cigarette, looked at the self-righteous teacher who was close at hand, and couldn’t help but ask, “Don’t you want to kill me?”Why do you want to help me now?”

"I said we are the same."The Master sighed, “In the locked eyes of the stargate, I saw the knowledge that spanned the ages, the truths hidden under the false... suddenly I understood that even if I made progress, I was only a family of kings, and in this group, I did not have so many of those old creatures, I had only myself.”

As soon as the voice fell, the teacher suddenly turned his head and looked at me motionless, his eyes full of sadness.

“Don’t say it’s you, I don’t believe it... Do you think people like me are afraid of being alone?”

I have to say that this answer given to me by the teacher really surprised me.

Lonely . . . this hard-hearted old Wang Ba would be afraid of being alone?

“As you think, I really don’t take other post-worlds as the same kind, because their eyes are too short and the level of life is poor...” The Master shook his head and continued: “But you are different, you and I belong to the same level of creatures, in the eyes of ordinary people, we are monsters, but in our own eyes... We are both the truth, the life that breaks the false.”

I took the cigarette hand slightly trembling, looked at a serious teacher, and couldn't help but scold the crazy in my heart.

This old thing is crazy.

“Follow the kings of the old days with me...” The Master raised his hand and gently placed it on my shoulder, in a very earnest tone: “You are a wise man, you should know that the kings of the old days are stronger than the ancients you follow, and their ancient race is gone, and you don’t have to work for them anymore.”

As soon as I heard the teacher say this, I couldn’t help but laugh and say, “I know that the old kings of the day are really I can’t resist, they have so many... I am only one of them.”

“But I can’t promise you, because we both have different views...”

I choked the cigarette butt, quietly shaking my shoulder, shaking the palm of my free master, and it was rare to show my true feelings.

"I am a human being, not a creature beyond many lives, as long as I see myself as a person, I will always belong to the future, a part of this world..."

With this answer from me, the teacher sighed for a long time, but he seemed to have guessed that I would refuse him, and said nothing more, and waved his hand very suddenly.

I saw a gust of wind mixed with the black grit that I had seen before, like swarms of bees, and rushed up from the foot of the mountain...

At this time, the self-inddler also stood up, suddenly reached out his hand, and put his hand into the black grit that was suspended in the half-empty black gravel.

I understand now.

They didn’t come to me, they came just to bring me something.

"If you don't promise, I can only take everything you cherish, and then let you slowly promise..."

With this, the teacher smiled, drew his right hand back, looked at it, and threw the thing in his hand in front of me.

It was a deformed head.

Ugly, disgusting, and incomparably familiar to me.

“To kill...”

I looked at the head of the man who was still with the temperature, and the expression on my face was rapidly distorted, and without waiting for the teacher to say anything, I lifted the knife and rushed to him.

“Your mother’s dead!”