Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

My name is Teng Zhao. Before I was seven years old, I lived in a lonely world. I didn't like to contact others, and I didn't want to pay attention to them, because I saw that everyone was wearing layers of masks. Their faces were like covering several faces. I couldn't see through them, and I didn't want to see them. The more evil people are, the more hideous their faces are, like the evil ghosts recorded in the vernacular novels.

I like reading, writing and playing chess. Doing these things can make me calm. Before I was seven years old, Mr. Du was the one who accompanied me the most. He was very good, but when I looked at him, he was still covered with a mask and I couldn't see his truest side.

I know that many people say that I am a freak. My family dislikes my left-wing and independent temperament, dislikes my coldness, and says that I am a natural stone man who can't be warmed up.

I admit that I really can't arouse the love they say for everyone, and I can't be like other children of the same age in the family, colorful clothes to entertain their parents. When I look at their cheerful faces, I feel like watching an actor.

They kept their distance from me and said behind my back that I was a poor creature, but I didn't care. Instead, I felt comfortable and preferred to be alone.

I thought I would be alone like this until the most important person in my life appeared.

She was only a few years older than me, and her eyes were very lively. When she looked at me and smiled, my eyes were a little sore, and I felt a long-lost feeling.

I saw her truly, without any other masks, but the most real side.

I think I must have met her in my previous life, otherwise how could my heart be so excited?

Now, she appeared by my side again.

She took me away.

She became my master, with the Taoist name Buqiu, and her real name Qin Liuxi, a Taoist who was not very willing to make progress but had great kindness and righteousness in his heart.

From then on, my heart was warm, and it seemed that I had landed on the ground, no longer floating and uncertain.

The master taught very casually, mainly focusing on a free-range approach. In her words, the master leads the way, and the practice depends on the individual, so I have to learn by myself.

Having said that, she did not miss anything that should be taught.

Master is very powerful and very protective. She has no standard for right and wrong, but she always pays attention to cause and effect. In a group of upright people who only punish evil, she is even a little evil and crooked, because she can let evil fight evil, even if the other party is a resentful ghost.

Compared with uprightness, I like Master more. I always feel that everything she does is right.

Later, the thousand-year-old ginseng told me that it is called blind worship and master control?

I don’t quite understand, but I only know that what Master says is right.

She often told me to be more diligent and learn faster. She is a lazy person. When she was young, she relied on her master to support her. When she had an apprentice, she relied on the apprentice to support her. But in fact, Master, me, and Qingping Temple all rely on her for support.

I feel sorry for Master, but I don’t want to disappoint her, because I feel a sense of urgency and crisis, as if if I am lazy, I will not be able to catch up with her and can only be a person who looks up to and waits for her forever, so I put all my efforts to learn.

Later I knew that this kind of urgency was called fighting side by side, and I always had a strong fear in my heart.

I was afraid that she would really leave me completely one day!

This fear became true.

I had great skills, but in the battle of killing gods, I was never able to help much. It was Master who proved the truth with her body and protected the people of this world, and she fell into nothingness forever.

I was so angry!

The stinky master who always said that I would rather die than die, became the dead friend in the most lethal battle!

She actually abandoned all of us, she was so cruel.

I knelt in the land of fallen gods for three days and three nights, and searched for a whole month in it, but I couldn't find even a trace of soul.

Yes, that Si Luo was so powerful that our current Buddhist and Taoist sects could not stop him together. Master probably had long anticipated that this was a life-and-death barrier that could not be crossed, so she used her body as a formation to kill.

Master, she is gone.

This cognition made me afraid and painful, and I couldn't believe it.

How could such a powerful master be gone?

I worship her statue day and night and pray to the sky day and night. She just went on a long journey. I hope she will come back soon.

Day after day, year after year, I did not slack off at all. I practiced day and night, and my skills were perfected. I even became the youngest foundation-building real person in the world. I wanted to tell her that you can come back. I have grown up. You can take care of me. I can go wherever I want and play however I want.

I kept waiting, but I never saw her suddenly appear, touch my head and call me a good disciple. I am already middle-aged.

When I was 35 years old, my master had been gone for 20 years. The Kangping Emperor Qi Qian, whom she supported, had reached the end of his life. I went to see him off and took away the destined disciple that my master had calculated for me.

Qi Qian built a memorial temple for his master for believers to worship. He said that his master deserved to be remembered. He also said that even though she had been gone for many years, he didn't want anyone to forget her.

How is it possible?

Besides him and me, there are many people who remember Master, including the Qin family, Yu Changkong, many Taoist friends from Buddhism and Taoism, Master's close friend Si Lengyue, etc. Everyone is waiting for her to return.

After Qi Qian died, I greeted the Black and White Impermanence and personally led him to the Yellow Springs Road. I just didn't expect that he would be so persistent that he would not be reborn after entering the Yellow Springs, and insisted on waiting down there.

He said that death is not scary, but what is scary is that he can never see her return.

She shouldn't be in the void.

Seeing his sad face, I couldn't say anything to persuade him. If he wanted to wait, then wait. He was a stubborn person in Huangquan. No one would dare to say anything if he became the emperor.

I took him to the Hell of Infernal Fire and told him that if one day the fire here re-ignited the fire of Infernal Fire, it would mean that she had returned.

Later, I went to see the Hell of Infernal Fire every year on the day when Master left. Qi Qian was there, staring at the endless Hell of Infernal Fire, which had no other bright colors except black.

I was relieved for Master. What she had paid was not without reward. Someone always remembered her and believed that she would come back.

Qi Qian was like this, and so was the fox that had been guarding the tombstone in the Land of Fallen Gods.

I thought that this belief was just to keep us alive, but I didn't expect that the reason why belief is belief is because we always believe in hope and miracles.

As for the miracle of Master, I took my new stupid little disciple to kowtow to her and told her that I had found a successor for Qingping Temple, whose Taoist name was Changdu. I hoped that he would be like Master, saving people, ghosts and himself.

Who would have thought that the ordinary little fat boy, who just slept in front of the tombstone, could detect Master's soul and said that he saw Master.

She said Changdu had a long life.

What does this mean?

It means that what they are waiting for is not just waiting in vain, and one day, the old friend will return! (End of this chapter)