"It's late, let's go ...... together" Geng Jianming was just halfway through his words when he stopped.

He can't go to a high-end restaurant, and if he goes, even if he pours money, no one will believe it, because he is the director of the state bureau, and the other party can only be regarded as a flat-headed cloth cloth.

"Let's go and eat a bowl of noodles together. Or Rong Zhihao is empathetic: "Actually, An Ran hasn't eaten noodles for a long time!"

Street stalls eat noodles, more than ten yuan a bowl, no one can be corrupt.

Three people, along with the driver, four bowls of noodles, Geng Jianming paid the money.

Rong Zhihao is not stingy, eighteen yuan a bowl, he is too lazy to fight.

"Let's send you back first!" Geng Jianming said respectfully.

"No, no...... Yo ......" Rong Zhihao refused, and suddenly thought that the key to the house had been handed over to Huai Xizhong, and then dialed Huai Xizhong's phone: "Brother, the key is still with you, right? You help me deliver it to the door, I'll come and get it right away!"

"Let's go, we'll send you!" Geng Jianming gave way again.

Rong Zhihao was no longer polite, too polite, it seemed too raw.

"Chief, what are you ......" Seeing Rong Zhihao and his son walk into the community, the driver asked puzzled. In his memory, Geng Jianming did not have such respect for his superiors, even if he did it! Because he only stood up to his superiors, and did not bend down as he did to Rong Zhilai.

"Hehe, you don't understand!" Geng Jianming has always been so approachable to his subordinates. But he did not explain.

For the next ten days, Rong Zhilai did not let his son go to the sea, because there was no telephone signal at sea, and he didn't want to cause trouble to Geng Jianming. Therefore, I take my son around all day long and help people in trouble.

These days, Rong Zhihao has been teaching his son how to identify good people and bad people, how to identify which people deserve sympathy, and those people deserve it!

In fact, this is only Rong Zhihao's standard for knowing people, but Rong Anran is willing to accept his father's point of view.

Using spiritual power to help people, Rong Anran is blessed, and his undersea spiritual fluid far surpasses that of his father.

Rong Anran felt the power of merit, and also vaguely felt the power of faith, and Rong Zhihao was the same!

However, they also felt that there was an inexplicable force that was holding them back, not great, but very stubborn, a force that prevented them from entering their minds, often prevented them from entering deep meditation, and caused them to have illusions that they should not have.

"Curse!" Rong Zhihao discovered this power in the experience of Gong Chaoyi left to him by Fuyuan Ping.

"Damn!" Rong Anran said hatefully: "These people should be erased from the earth!"

"No, be safe, be at peace--be still--"

"Yes, Daddy!"

Rong Zhihao didn't take his son to a far place, they just came to Beishan Reservoir, most of the people here have a self-improvement mentality, and they come here to strengthen their bodies, so there are also people who meditate, Rong Anran sat cross-legged in front of his father, no one thought it was strange, but the people who had been treated well by them all gathered around from afar, looked at them quietly, and wanted to find something from them.

"Cultivation begins with cultivating the mind!" Rong Zhihao knew that his son's thoughts were just like to keep to it, so the old saying was recalled: "There is an old folk saying called 'Ascend Mien, fight Mi Hatred', which fully illustrates the greed of human nature. ”

"It is normal for those who think that we have helped others and think that we should help them, but we have not helped them, and this is normal because these people are really ignorant, and these people are not even ordinary intelligent people, and we, as spirits who are about to go beyond the Three Realms, should not have hatred towards them. ”

"It just so happens that in the experience of the Venerable Lord, it is mentioned that in the cultivation world, there are people who specialize in cultivating the power of mantras, and we are now familiar with them, which will be of great benefit to our future, so you use this vicious power that we are encountering now to experience ......."

"An Ran, after you exploded the pill last time, your concentration was much worse, and Dad suggested that you start from cultivating your mind again. ”

As he spoke, Rong Zhihao felt that his son's aura slowly began to stabilize, and his spiritual power began to embrace him......

"Stop, stop—Enron!"

"What's wrong, Dad?" Rong Anran opened his eyes.

"Reiki ......"

After listening to his father's words, and then looking at a stunned look around him, Rong Anran smiled apologetically.

"Rong ...... Mr. Rong ......"

From the longing eyes of the people around him, Rong Zhihao understood their thoughts: "There is only one sentence I can tell you: scientists guess that there was a Xiuzhen civilization in our world, and it may be true!"

"Xiuzhen?"

"The Power of Faith?!" Rong Zhihao and his son looked at each other in astonishment, and they felt an inexplicable force rushing towards them at the same time, making their expressions clear: "This ......"

Just a few dozen people can have so much power? It makes their hearts stop in an instant.

Looking at the eyes with longing, envy, and admiration, Rong Zhihao smiled slightly: "Fate, it's a very strange thing, hehe--"

What Rong Zhihao wants to tell them is fate, what they need is fate, just like them, they need immortal fate.

Most people listened to Rong Zhihao's words, and still stood blankly, you look at me, I look at you, there were only one or two people, and after a while, they left silently......

"Dad, why did you let them know this?" Rong asked Anran after leaving the crowd.

"Do you remember the last great wish of the Buddha before he became a Buddha?"

"'May everyone in the world become a Buddha'? Dad......" Rong Anran suddenly felt his father's broad mind, he stopped and looked at his father obsessively.

"Actually, we are not afraid that everyone will cultivate the truth, after all, there are not many people who have immortal fate, and there is also the fact that our inner pill is actually a world, if every cultivator creates a living space, are we still afraid that there will be many people who cultivate the truth, and are we afraid that there are too many people? It's just that because of the disconnection of the cultivation civilization, our world, the people who have achieved the right result, there is almost no ......."

"Hehe......" Looking at his son's expectant eyes, Rong Zhihao continued: "When you enter the University of Science and Technology, Dad will try to understand the experience that the Lord has given me, and learn to teach it with divine thoughts, and when the time comes, I will pass on to you what the Lord left me and my own understanding!"

"By the way, through our experience this time, you also understand the power of mantras, so when the time comes, you will either go to Xiangxi or the Islamic continent to understand and learn mantras......"

After pondering for a while, Rong Zhihao said again: "My guess is: the power of the curse should belong to the darkness, and the darkness and light of Catholicism ...... The power of light may be able to break the spell, but this is only my guess, because Dad has not yet refined the power of light. ”

"Also, according to Dad's understanding, in the universe, yin and yang are not balanced, and yin is greater than yang, just as there is more darkness than light. Rong Zhihao raised his head to the sky: "Scientists analyze that most of the universe is dark space, and the place of nothingness is full of darkness, just like the world in our body......"

"I see, Daddy!"

"Hehe, this is just my guess, in terms of cultivation, this is called gradual enlightenment! Right and wrong will directly affect our future achievements, so ...... You know, our Dan must be balanced by yin and yang, but for the whole universe...... How to find balance from imbalance ......"

Rong Zhihao didn't say any more, and he stopped silently at the same time......

Suddenly, Rong Zhihao turned his head to his son: "An Ran, you have learned to write and paint...... It's not a big deal if the handwriting is crooked, as long as the last stroke is corrected, there is still a balance point...... In addition, even if the whole character is written crookedly, in the chapter, another word can be used to correct it...... This is especially true of the theory of painting: finding balance from imbalance ......"

"Dad, do you want to tell me that in life, everything has a mystery, let me experience life well, understand life, experience in the red dust, comprehend in the experience, verify in the experience, and constantly correct my direction in the experience, right?"

"Good son--" Rong Zhihao smiled with satisfaction.

That's it, another half a month passed.

During this period, Rong Anran felt that the most fun thing was to control those pedestrians who wanted to run the red light in front of the traffic light, so that they themselves felt inexplicably why they couldn't move;

"Do you want to go to Zhongzhou?" On this day, Geng Jianming made a special trip to find them.

"Is that okay?" Rong Zhihao asked.

Although Geng Jianming did not explicitly restrict them, Rong Zhihao knew that they could not leave Yubing County until the case was closed.

"Yes, the Yang family has searched for all the famous lawyers in the country, but no one is willing to take this case, they all feel that the Yang family is making something out of nothing!"

Geng Jianming stared at Rong Zhihao with incredible eyes: "You have the motive to commit the crime, but you don't have the tools to commit the crime, let alone the modus operandi." If you can kill people with your eyes, you don't know how many more people will survive in this world?"

"When it came to Yang Jinjun, the three of them were sentenced, caused an accident while drunk, committed perjury, and pleaded guilty...... But because he was paralyzed in bed, he was released on medical parole!"

"However, this time the Fu family has made a contribution! You know, the Yang family is nothing compared to the Fu family!

"I know you're not afraid, whether it's open or secret, but this society needs to be stable, and if there is a little bloody storm, it's always unstable, so ......"

"Are you here to intercede for them?" Rong Zhihao was a little unhappy: "Indeed, legally speaking, I have gone a little too far, but have you ever thought about what I said to the armed forces? 'The law is the most tolerant', if everyone walks on the edge of the law, what kind of society will this society be? What I hope is that each of us should stay away from the police line of the law, be self-disciplined, and stay away!"

"The great man said: 'Everyone is consciously or unconsciously contributing to this society,' and I, as a member of this society, should take the initiative and be more conscious! My greatest wish is to make you policemen more leisurely and the world more peaceful!"

"Make this world a little more peaceful......"

Looking at the departing Rong Zhihao father and son, Geng Jianming kept repeating this sentence, and he realized something in his heart!

Huai Xizhong took the key that Rong Zhihao handed him again, he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of infinite blessings.

"Sit upright, sit upright at any time, when you have time, think about the four words 'Xiuzhen, there is a way', brother, this is the only one I leave for you, I wish you health and happiness!"

There is no longevity, because, in Rong Zhihao's view, the soul is inherently immortal, in this life, there is a next life, why pursue longevity in this life?

"Enron, your mother's nurturing grace, I hope you come back and pay it back yourself!"

Rong Zhihao did not take transportation, they entered the mountain from the Beishan Reservoir.

Rong Zhihao didn't know if he could come back if he went, he wanted to say goodbye to the foolish monk.

Late at night, there was no one on the Beishan Reservoir Dam, Rong Zhihao took his son's hand, and looked at the lights of Yubing County in the distance, with a slight reluctance in his heart.

"I ...... The grace of nurturing?" Rong Anran's eyes showed a trace of disdain.

"An Ran, 'Don't do it because the evil is small, don't do it because the good is small', give birth and raise a baby, conceive in October, it's very difficult for her!" Rong Zhihao finally didn't say Fu Yilan's name: "Even if she gave birth to you with her own purpose, even if she didn't raise you well, but you are the meat that fell from her body, and the grace of nurturing is greater than the sky!"

"Fuyuan Ping Dazun told me that before leaving Hongchen, I must end the cause and effect!" Rong Zhihao taught the precepts earnestly.

"I understand Dad, but I don't know how to repay her!" Rong Anran didn't say the title.

"Whatever you want, you should know how to do it when the time comes, I just hope you don't forget. ”

"I made a note of it, Daddy!"

Rong Zhihao took one last look at his homeland: I will come back, but when I come back, will it look like a person?

He sincerely hoped that this land, where he was born and raised, would become a real paradise.

"Dad, when did you miss it, we can come back!"

Yes, perhaps, if you continue to cultivate, it will be a matter of minutes to come back.

His son's words pulled him back to reality: Hey--The University of Science and Technology is a national defense university, in addition to studying well, it also needs to be heart-red and Miaozheng, can An Ran enter? Will Wu Yaolin accept An Ran?

Rong Zhihao has already done his homework, Academician Wu Yaolin, but he is the most famous humanities expert in the country!

Perhaps, you can't even see anyone!

told Yuzhi, Rong Zhihao wanted his son to learn.

Rong Zhihao glanced at his son worriedly: "Let's go, go to Zhongzhou!"