was born a saint, and his name is quite loud. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Guo Zixiang looked up and down carefully at the person in front of him, although the Tang costume he was wearing was clean, but some traces of sewing and patching in the corner still betrayed its history, plus the wrinkled face and black board. This appearance is not even as good as the old man before, no matter how you look at it, you can't get along with the legendary saint.

Not to mention Yao Shun in ancient times, let's compare it with Confucius and others in the Spring and Autumn Period, judging from the records in history, it is also majestic and high-spirited, which makes people yearn for it at first sight. In the present, he is also a master who has countless fans and sisters, and this person in front of him is so big that he dares to call himself a natural saint. It seems that he is also a charlatan, forget it, it's not expensive anyway, so I should do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

Thinking of this, Guo Zixiang shook his head, and prepared to leave with a face of three points of disdain and seven points of disappointment.

Suddenly, the man's words made him stop.

"I know where you came from, and I know how you can find it. You are kind by nature, but you like to fantasize, you were originally a cowardly and inactive person, but because of the change, you have become a hero with great power. But with great power comes great responsibility, and although the hero is powerful, there are still things that cannot be done. And what you can't do is against your nature, so you fell out with them, am I right? ”

Guo Zixiang's face changed suddenly, he almost felt that this guy was following him all the time, watching himself turn against his companions, and then finding the right time to jump out now. So, in that trembling voice, he asked, "Who are you?" Why do you know so many things about me? Are you keeping an eye on me? ”

"No, no, no, I said it, I am who I am, fireworks of different colors. I know 500 years and 500 years, and you are just a passer-by in these years. It's just that although a passer-by is a passerby, but it can set off a wave, I naturally pay more attention to you, and now, I am here to give you guidance. ”

The man just shook his head slightly, and at this time, he was quite immortal.

Hearing this, Guo Zixiang finally understood that this person was indeed a capable person, and the purpose of appearing here this time was also for himself. And looking at this posture, it seems that it is aimed at Silas. So he bent down and bowed to the other as he spoke.

"I'm sorry Taoist, I met a liar before, and I also wanted to tell me a fortune, but I found out. So, when I first met you, I behaved like this, how offended, and I ask for your forgiveness. So, can you tell me, what should I do next? Also, my friend, where should I go to find it? ”

"Don't call me Dao Chief, call me Soul Master!"

Before Guo Zixiang finished speaking, the man pointed to the flag behind him and shouted righteously. Then, as if nothing had happened, he returned to his original appearance, bowed slightly, and touched his non-existent beard with his left hand.

This kind of picture that seems to be fine-grained makes Guo Zixiang wonder again whether he believes the wrong person. But soon, the man began to speak.

"As the saying goes, those who don't know are not guilty, you don't know me, these performances are naturally excusable, and I don't blame you. As for your question, it is actually very easy to answer, and that is to follow your true heart. ”

"Follow my heart?" Guo Zixiang obviously couldn't understand this sentence.

"That's right, follow your heart, don't care about other people's eyes, and be yourself. Since others don't understand you, then you do it yourself, why do you have to let them understand you? As long as you work hard and run in the direction you want in your heart, one day, others will know what you are doing and what you will do. This process may not be long or short, the key depends on how determined you are and how much effort you have made. ”

The man spoke eloquently, and his words were like a clear spring, soaking Guo Zixiang's already dry heart at once. It's like God has closed a door for you and opened a window for you.

"Is this the search for one's heart?"

Guo Zixiang couldn't help muttering.

He found that this person's words were quite similar to what Kane and Hongyi said before. Indeed, everyone is an independent self, just as there are no two identical leaves in this world, you can't change other people's minds, you can only start by changing yourself, so that others can see this change, understand this change, and try this change. His companion wants to impose on him that all weirdos must be destroyed, he is unwilling to accept it, that is his problem, and if he wants to reverse this idea, he must use his own hands to make others change this perception, instead of shouting and feeling sorry for himself here.

Perhaps, such a thing as a weirdo must be eliminated, which has become the cognition of all heroes. They don't care what kind of identity this weirdo was before, what good things he has done, as long as a person becomes a weirdo, he will inevitably be eliminated. But Guo Zixiang is different, he can't accept this setting, and if he wants to break free, he must do his best to make people understand that among the weirdos, there may also be aliens.

Maybe that's his nature. Saving the world is not an easy task.

"Thank you, Soul Master, I know what to do."

Guo Zixiang bowed again, and he felt that the mess in his mind was now solved. Why do you need to think so much, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles, he just needs to rush forward with one brain, the mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the car is the road in front of the mountain.

"Don't call me Soul Master, call me Soul Chicken Soup!"

The man divided the scene again, pointed to the banner behind him and said righteously, and then pretended to ponder like a nobody again.

Guo Zixiang wanted to slap the other party in the face at that time, whether he could go back to Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital for treatment.

But soon, the man pondered for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and said.

"As for looking for your friends, I have a suggestion, go back to where you started. Maybe you can find some clues. It's not too early, and I should go back. ”

After that, the person who claimed to be a natural saint packed up his belongings again with lightning speed, and left on a bicycle, without giving Guo Zixiang time to react at all.

Looking at the back of a car of dust, Guo Zixiang stretched out his hand, but quickly took it back.

"This is probably the style of the reclusive master."