Chapter Eighty-Three: The Lonely Man

From holding this business card to the present, Wang Zhi hasn't had time to take a closer look, and now he wants to take a look, but unfortunately although the roof of this building has not yet reached the point of black and black, the words really can't be seen clearly, he had to put the business card away again, got up and walked downstairs, and said as he walked: "Forget it, let's go to sleep, I don't know if I should go to that old man Zhao or not!" ”

In fact, Zhao Wuzhen looks only in his forties, but how does Wang Zhi feel that he is an old man, especially that girl still calls him grandpa, but unfortunately he only cared about looking at the beauty at that time, and he didn't remember what the girl's name was, but the surname Zhao at least couldn't run.

With what happened to Xiaolin, Zheng Likai couldn't force Wang Zhi to practice anymore, because he didn't know what method to use to practice safely without making people become monsters.

They were going downstairs, the TV in a rented house next to them was playing local news, and a female reporter in a professional suit was holding a microphone, vigorously introducing the strange lake drying up phenomenon that appeared in East Lake Park last night, and after talking for a while, they also invited a geologist next to them to explain in time that this is a relatively rare geological change phenomenon, hoping that the citizens will not panic, do not be superstitious and spread bad information, and do not go into the park to catch fish, because the mud is too deep.

The family who were eating around the table watched intently for a while, and the hostess said excitedly and with fear: "You said that there are really a lot of strange things now! One moment the lake is dry, and the next is the tree. ”

Her man said nonchalantly, "Hey, what's so strange about this, anyway, the end of the world is coming, and nothing strange will happen." ”

Wang Zhi pursed his lips, and also dismissed the plan to go in to watch TV, bored and returned to his room, it was still early, the outside was full of the sound of adults talking, stir-frying and drinking, children's playing and playing, he couldn't sleep, hastily took a cold shower, returned to the room and sat on the bed, unable to find anything to do.

After sitting for a while, he took out the "Netherworld Heart Sutra" from his satchel again, he was not much interested in reading the book, and after taking it out, he turned it over, looking at the line of juanxiu words on the cover.

Qian Jia on the side came up and asked jokingly, "What's the matter, do you miss your wife?" ”

Wang Zhi smiled helplessly and said, "Wife? It's pretty much the same in the dream! ”

As he spoke, he threw the Heart Sutra at the head of the bed, and then turned off the light, and lay on the bed upside down, he couldn't sleep so early, especially after experiencing so many things, he felt very chaotic in his heart, and he always felt that he had been busy and dizzy recently, but he felt empty in his heart, and he doubted whether his experience in the past few days was real, and how he came over.

A twenty-four-year-old man, who has been alone in the city for too long, is indeed lonely, and needs someone to talk to, to stop, to calm his frantic heart, but who will this person be?

Cao Wei, that is a woman who can see and hear, but feels extremely distant, she gives Wang Zhi the feeling, in addition to the unreliable gentleness, there is no real sense of contact, as for Hu Li and Zheng Shuiling, in Wang Zhi's mind, it is more like two good-looking pictures, and it feels like they don't really exist in their own world at all.

Thinking about it, he inexplicably remembered the girl next to Zheng Shuiling, he didn't remember her name clearly, and he didn't remember her appearance, but at this time, he had a more real feeling, and he felt inexplicably that this girl was more real than the other three women who remembered it clearly, and even more easily felt than Cao Wei.

Thinking about it over and over again on the bed, there was a bustling sound outside in his ears, as well as the sound of Zheng Likai and Qian Jia communicating from time to time, they seemed to be talking about cultivation, Wang Zhi was not in the mood to listen, he just felt very annoyed in his heart, he was very lonely, he had never been so lonely that he wanted to cry, he thought about it, and couldn't help but think of his mother at home.

As soon as his mother's old face appeared in his mind, a faint warmth rose to his heart, he smiled naturally, and then turned his head to look at Qian Jia who was floating on the wall: "You have been dead for many days, have you ever thought about your mother?" ”

Qian Jia and Zheng Likai stopped talking, Qian Jia looked at Wang Zhi silently, and after a long while, he said in a sad tone: "Of course I want to, but I can't go back." ”

"Why can't you go back? You don't have to eat, you don't have to drink, you don't have to buy a ticket to catch a car, and it's not easy to go back. ”

Qian Jia didn't answer, but Zheng Likai next to him sighed deeply: "It's not that you can't go back as you think, it's that she doesn't dare to go back, because she is dead." ”

Wang Zhi actually couldn't see Qian Jia's appearance clearly, the room was too blurry after all, but he felt that he could feel the sadness of this girl, and he also said a little sadly: "I haven't seen my mother for half a year, I plan to go back to see her in two days, and my father, he works at the construction site in Chengdu, and I don't know what happened." ”

Zheng Likai asked indifferently, "What?" Feeling lonely? ”

"yes, how do you know?" Wang Zhi looked curiously in the direction of Zheng Likai, but only saw a black shadow, and when he found nothing, he simply didn't look at it, turned over and looked at the faint incandescent lamp on the top of the wall.

"Because you have already started to cultivate, you are slowly getting rid of the shackles of matter, this is an inevitable process, you really need to adjust your mentality, otherwise your future cultivation will become very bitter, even painful!"

"I just feel a little annoyed, I want to talk to someone, but I can't find anyone, it shouldn't be as serious as you say." Wang Zhi put his hands under his head and said absentmindedly.

"This is a cut in the cultivation of truth, Taoism is called Juechen, Buddhism is called no body, or no self, and our Supreme Ju is called enlightenment, this enlightenment is not only aura, but also reason, and truth."

Wang Zhi smiled lightly and said lightly: "The more you talk, the more mysterious it becomes." ”

Zheng Likai continued in a deep tone: "This is not Xuan, the so-called Xiuzhen, do you think this is called casually?" In the eyes of the most primitive and orthodox cultivators, the most important thing in cultivating is the comprehension of thought, so as to lead to detachment, and these techniques we are practicing now are just boring tricks of the lower classes, so no matter what kind of sect of cultivation, once it reaches the high-end, it is advocated to cultivate the mind and cultivate the bottom. ”

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