I waited patiently for the monk to eat eight in a row, each of which was two taels of fresh meat buns, and still touched my stomach with unsatisfactory feeling, as if I still had enough spare time but I was short of money. Then I stood up and walked away with a scheduling.

He didn't know why he was so patient today. He would wait for a mortal to eat buns here instead of taking it over and asking questions himself, as if the man had a strange aura that naturally dissipated his energy.

Seeing that the osman was about to turn the corner of the street, he followed in a hurry as if he was empty and slow, he had a premonition that if he didn't follow closely, he might lose the osman's shadow again.

Fortunately, this time he took the olympics tightly into his sight, as if he no longer trusted his spiritual consciousness.

In a secluded alley, Kongxu was about to catch up with the minister, but he didn't expect the minister to suddenly turn his head, look at him with a expressionless face, just looking at him quietly, a mortal, but he couldn't feel any superior feeling in his heart.

"I, I want to meet you!"

At this moment, Kongxu had completely forgotten his original purpose of coming here, and was to provoke a sect, rather than being like a childish, hopeless little cultivator who had no foundation building, but he had already said that he could not swallow it back. He began to feel a little confused about his performance today, and had completely lost the demeanor that a Nascent Soul Real Person should have.

"I didn't want to count your fate, do you know?" The monk was calm and unstoppable, as if pressure was everywhere.

Kongxu already knew that the person in front of him was probably a very human being. The Xiangshi said that he could not find his meaning these days. He could understand it, but he still didn't understand it.

"I know, the master doesn't want to do it, but there is a reason?" Kongxu already regarded this person as a person who was equal to him. He finally understood the reason why he had repeatedly lost his composure over the past few days.

The monk looked up at the sky, "I don't count the Yuanying, the True Lord, and the Half Immortal, this is my rule!"

"Why?" Kongxu didn't know how to deal with this person. The only thing he knew was that he must not use strong, this is intuition!

The ostentatious man waved his hand, turned around and took it away, leaving a sentence,

"One should help oneself, only he can help! I hope for miracles, but don't you know that miracles only favor prepared people?"

The empty mind was like being hit hard. The short words of the accuser directly defeated the fragile hard shell in his heart, exposing his softest secrets in broad daylight, which made people sad.

When he realized it, the minister had disappeared without a trace, and even if he expanded his spiritual sense, he could not find anything. He wanted to keep a handful of the aura left by the minister to pursue it, but found that it was empty, and except for the chaos in the surrounding environment, he could not pick up anything.

Kongxu was a little lost. He didn't know how he returned to the palace. He was thinking, how could the accuser tell the secret in his heart in one word, and it was exactly the same as it hit his heart?

Even his true master cannot do this, right? Moreover, this person is completely impossible for him to know his hexagram in advance. This is completely a secret thought hidden in his heart, and he has never disclosed it to anyone!

When humans are in a state of confusion and feel insecurity, they often have too many suspicions. After two hundred years of retreat, they can point out the source of this thought of their disciples: Isn’t it just that life is hopeless? Which monk in this state is not like this? Is it hoped that there will be an old man to help? Is it a miracle that will come? What’s new?

Only ten monks of this period have this mentality!

But when he is truly in the process, he cannot see through it and believes it deeply. This means that his mood is already confused and the authorities are confused!

This mentality has always been with him. The worst thing is that he has not been able to tell others about his troubles, so he complains about himself, practices without being quiet, and does not think about food and food. After a few days, he feels that he can't continue like this, and must ask thoroughly, otherwise he will be a fool if he dies!

He came to Wangji bun shop early for the second time, hoping that this time he could stop his resentment.

But this time, he finally opened up some tricks and knew that he had ordered a plate of buns and porridge, and sat on a low stool next to the monk to show his attitude of sharing joys and sorrows, although this attitude was really ridiculous.

What surprised him was that the buns tasted pretty good. The newly slaughtered sheep was very tender after one bite, and then served with a bite of millet porridge and a plate of pickled radish... I found that because of his mentality in recent years, he had missed a lot of beauty in the world, which was a waste of life. Even if he had entered the end of his life, he still had decades of time. Compared with mortals, there was still plenty of time.

It is strange that eating a bite of bun makes one's life insights, not because of anything else, but because of his poor condition now. Fortunately, he has discovered something now, which has made his attitude towards this olympic begin to calm down.

After eating the buns, he followed the Xiangshi and turned into an alley as usual. Not far away. The Xiangshi turned around as usual, with a cold expression.

"Master, Kongxu is polite here, the future is bleak, and it will be a lifetime of death. If the master can guide the confusion, Kongxu will definitely be rewarded..."

The ministers were unmoved, "Ma Yi's Taoist preaching, and he did not direct the people in the Taoist bureau;

You are uneasy, your god's court is dark, your words are indecisive, your god is not guarding your mind, and you are in a trance like a walking corpse. In this state, you don't need to be seen by others, and it's a dead end, so why bother asking me?

Ma Yidao does not reject sincere people. You go back, concentrate on your own, think about the past, clarify what you think, if you can find yourself, and still think that the art of hexagram can help you, then come to me again in a month.

If I can’t see a sober person, then the fate between you and me will be over!"

Kongxumu looked at the Xiangshi away and wanted to speak, but he didn't know where to come from. The Xiangshi said that his most unbearable situation was now, and he was mediocre and mediocre. Such a state was not suitable for making a decision. If you insist on forcing it, it would be a dead end!

When we met twice, there was no one hexagram. Kongxu was already impressed by this person. His expressionless eyes seemed to be able to see through the heart of the real person of Nascent Soul at a glance. No disguise, any protection, or any hard shell could be stopped, as if it was not the eyes of human beings, but the scrutiny of fate!

The most difficult thing in the profession of monks is to be controlled by others. This is the last barrier set by the way of heaven for all living beings, and that is the last guarantee of independence.

Therefore, even monks of many levels cannot easily control low-level monks like walking corpses. As thoughtful creatures, this is a serious sin of rebellion against family.

But it’s not to mention that you fall into the trap. This will test the controller’s wisdom, art of deception, way of speaking, and a deep grasp of people’s hearts...

The examination of fate? Who will examine him if fate is fine! It must be someone who uses the hand of fate...

Of course Kongxu didn't know, even his True Lord Master wouldn't know, and even their half-immortal ancestor might not know.

There is a bird in the main world, and its most proud habit is to examine others.

Look down on you!

There is a kind of person who is best at stealing skills. Although he cannot get the true meaning, he can create other strange things without being recognizable.
Chapter completed!