Fang Bai's pupils suddenly shrank, stunned.

He has been paying attention to Fang Bai, so he has a full view of all Fang Bai's demeanor.

"Don't worry, I'm not malicious, this is not the place to talk, can you find a quiet place?" said with a wave of his hand.

The high man in front of him made Fang Bai a little nervous, and when he looked up, he had a harmless look on his face, which made Fang Bai even more uneasy.

Fang Bai instructed a few male classmates to send Luo Xue and Chen Yue home, and then sat down with him in an open park nearby.

"I thought about many possibilities, but I never thought that the drama master would be you. Gao said with some embarrassment.

"Do you know me?" Fang Bai frowned slightly, a wandering Daoist who suddenly appeared also knew himself? This made Fang Bai even more curious, what kind of identity he had before.

"This can't be said, you are full of unknown cause and effect, I forcibly interfered in the cause and effect of the drama master, which has greatly damaged Yang Shou, if I involve other causes and effects, maybe I won't even be able to live the last few months. He shook his head.

Cause and effect?

It turned out that he didn't know that I was a time-traveler.

Fang Bai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, hearing the drama master, Fang Bai thought that he knew that he was not a person from this world...... I was worried for a while.

"What do you mean by cause and effect?" Fang Bai asked curiously, cause and effect also exist on the earth, and the Buddha likes to say this kind of thing, the cause of the previous life, and the effect of the future life.

But Fang Bai still believes in cause and effect, not to believe in Buddhism, but to believe in cause and effect, and cause and effect are also found in local Taoism.

This has to be attributed to a colleague of Fang Bai, karma really happened to him, his father was an indiscriminate gambler, and he was not trustworthy, he ate and drank outside and gambled and owed hundreds of thousands of debts, and finally died of throat cancer.

Originally, this matter was nothing, evil has evil retribution, and then things were really helpless, after his father died, he married a daughter-in-law, and the daughter-in-law worked as a doctor in the hospital.

Unfortunately, his son had congenital leukemia.

He was also very unlucky, he couldn't do anything, and he was even reported as a teacher.

It wasn't until he paid off all the money his father owed that his luck gradually improved a little.

But his son is still very sorry and is still lying in the hospital bed.

This is why many middle-aged and elderly people will gradually believe in this kind of thing later, when they are young, they don't care about these things at all, it doesn't matter what retribution is, they think that even if it happens to them, they are not afraid.

They are not afraid of retribution for themselves, they are afraid of it for their offspring, so they want to inflict all their sins on themselves and not to implicate their children.

After listening to his story, Fang Bai also sighed, this kind of thing is better to ask for peace of mind, there are gods three feet above his head, since the ancestors have been passed down for thousands of years, they can't be beaten to death with a stick with two words of superstition.

At the end of science is metaphysics.

Many things cannot be explained by science, and many atheists (experts) will believe in these things when they are old, and we ordinary people still take care of it.

"Does Master Fang know how this world Dao came about?" asked with a smile

"Dao?" Fang Bai was a little confused.

"There are three thousand ways in the world, and all the ways are sanctified. ”

This sentence made Fang Bai even more confused, and it did sound a little novel.

"Some people are obsessed with fighting, and one move and one style condenses into martial arts. ”

"Some people are obsessed with music, and one song at a time is a condensation of music. ”

"Some people are fascinated by cooking, and they can cook the world with a kitchen knife. ”

He first said three easy-to-understand words, "And this way is what is pursued." ”

"The poor Dao is the descendant of the Heavenly Dao Master, and cause and effect are the things that the Poor Dao pursues. ”

At this point, Bai roughly understood the so-called Tao and nodded.

"Human slaughter is also a kind of Tao, but this kind of Tao is too brutal and the world does not tolerate it, and each kind of Tao has its own way of appearing, just like a drama master on the benefactor. He continued.

"Master, please speak!" Fang Bai nodded respectfully, at this time he already understood that the person in front of him was indeed extraordinary.

"I can't bear the word master, and the donor is not idle and poor. He excused himself and continued: "The appearance of human slaughter is because human nature is indifferent to an extreme, he regards human life as a mustard, and takes killing people as fun, and the spiritual power in his body will automatically condense into the heart of human slaughter. ”

"The more people kill, the more accomplished they will be, and the stronger their desire to slaughter will be. ”

"And the drama master is a kind of wisdom beyond ordinary people. He pointed to his head.

Wisdom?

It should be said about IQ.

Fang Bai felt that the master in front of him had said a lot, after all, there were not many existences like me with an IQ of two hundred and five, and it was not surprising that the drama master appeared on Ben Etansine......

"The master has won the award!" Fang Bai nodded a little ashamedly, this euphemistic way of praise is really, the master is really the master......

He shook his head with a smile and continued, "When a person's wisdom is close to that of God, he will automatically condense the life of the Drama Master. ”

"And the greatest pleasure of the dramatist is to tease life, and he likes to tease human beings who think they are smart the most, and what he pursues is to let human beings die slowly in the despair of being played. ”

He usually refers to the process of toying with it as art. ”

When he said this, Fang Bai's heart suddenly beat several times, how could he feel that the person in front of him was like an encyclopedia, how could he know everything?

"Because the dramatist is also a human, he ...... Only by playing with humans can the playwright feel happy. He glanced at Fang Bai meaningfully.

"That's... Master, what are you looking for me for?" Fang Bai felt that it was better to figure out the chatter of the god in front of him, and he always felt that he had some ill intentions.

"Master Fang, Poor Dao broke the character that belonged to the drama master, and forcibly intervened, not to say what he wanted to do, but to bring the donor into the right path. He bowed to Fang Bai.

"What to bring, bring it to the right path?" Fang Bai was really a little dumbfounded at this moment, didn't this thing want to take himself to be a monk?

No, this thing in front of you is a Taoist, don't you find ten or eight peerless girls to tempt Ben Shuaibi, do you think Ben Shuaibi will obediently follow you to become a Taoist?

Just as Fang Bai was thinking wildly, he nodded and said, "The poor road is running out of time, I hope that in the last few days, I can follow the donor, is it feasible?"

"Huh?"

Aren't you going to take me on the right path?

"The cause and effect of the drama master has long been doomed, and the poor Dao can no longer forcibly intervene, but I just hope to use the last life of the poor Dao to influence the donor, and I hope that the donor can turn back to the shore ......" He closed his eyes and saluted Fang Bai, and finally shouted a slogan with no technical content: "Immeasurable Heavenly Dao." ”

Wait, why does this thing sound so awkward?

Never too late to mend?

Did Ben Shuaibi do something unseemly, or did he do something unreasonable?