C58 (1/2)

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.