My name is Teng Zhao. Before I was seven years old, I had been living in a lonely world. I didn’t like to contact others, and I was even more reluctant to pay attention to them, because I saw that everyone was wearing layers of masks, and their faces were like several human faces covered with them. I couldn’t see through them, nor did I want to see them. The worse the person was, the more hideous their faces were, like the evil ghosts recorded in the unofficial history of the story.

I like to read, write, play chess, and doing these things can calm my heart. Before I was seven years old, Mr. Du was the one who accompanied me the most. He was very good, but when I saw him, I still had a mask covering my face and couldn't see the most real side.

I know that many people say that I am a freak, and the family dislikes me as the only one who is lonely and cold, saying that I am a natural stone man and cannot be covered with heat.

I admit that I really can't mention what they say about everyone, nor can I do it like other children of the same age in the family, and I feel like watching an actor when I see their cheerful faces.

They kept a distance from me and said behind my back that I was a poor person. I didn't care, but instead felt comfortable. I would rather be alone.

I thought I would stay alone until the most important person in my life appears.

She is only a few years older than me, and her eyes are extremely lively. When she looked at me and smiled, my eyes felt a little sore, and I felt like I hadn't seen for a long time.

I saw that she looked at it very clearly, without any other masks, but the most real side.

I think she and I must have met in our previous life, otherwise how could my heart be excited?

Now, she is next to me again.

She took me away.

She became my master, and her real name was Qin Liuxi. She was a Taoist priest who was not willing to make progress but had great kindness and righteousness.

From then on, my heart felt warm and it seemed to have fallen into reality, no longer a floating and imaginary emptiness.

Master teaches very casually, focusing on free stocking. In her words, Master leads him to the door and practice depends on his own, so I can learn it myself.

Having said that, she didn't leave anything that should be taught.

Master is very powerful and protects his shortcomings. There is no standard for right and wrong, but he always pays attention to a cause and effect. In a bunch of righteousness that can only kill evil, she is even a little evil and wrong, because she will let evil control evil, even if the other party is a resentful soul and evil spirit.

Compared to Banzheng, I like Master more, and I always feel that she is right in everything she does.

Later, Millennium Little Ginseng told me, what is called blind worship and master control?

I don't understand very much, but I only know that what the master said is right.

She often said that I was diligent and learn faster. She was just a lazy person. When she was young, she relied on her master to support her. When she had an apprentice, she relied on her apprentice. But in fact, the master, me, and Qingpingguan were all supported by her.

I feel sorry for my master, but I don’t want to disappoint her, because I feel a sense of urgency and crisis, as if I am lazy and will not be able to catch up with her, and I will always be the one who looks up to and waits for her, so I put all my efforts into learning.

Later I learned that this urgency is called fighting side by side, and there is always a strong panic in my heart.

I'm afraid that she will really leave me completely one day!

This panic has become true.

I was a great success in my magic, but in the battle to kill the gods, I never helped me. It was the master who proved the truth with his own body and safeguarded the people of the world, and she was forever degenerated into nothingness.

I'm so angry!

The stinky master who always talks about the death of fellow Taoists will become the dead of fellow Taoists in the most lethal battle!

She actually gave up all of us, she was so cruel.

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

Yes, that Shi Luo is so powerful that our current two sects of Buddhism and Taoism cannot stop him. Master probably had expected this to be a barrier of life and death that he could not overcome, so she used her body as a formation and was the ultimate kill.

Master, she is gone.

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

Why is such a powerful master gone?

I enshrine her statue day and night, praying to the sky day and night, but she just traveled far away, hoping that she would return soon.

Day after day, year after year, I did not have any laziness, practiced day and night, and achieved great success in magic, and even became the youngest foundation-building real person in the world. I want to tell her that you can come back, I have grown up, you can be prosperous, go wherever you want, and play whatever you want.

I kept waiting and couldn't see her suddenly appear, touching my head and calling me a good disciple, and I was already middle-aged.

At the age of thirty-five, my master had been away for twenty years. The life span of Emperor Kangping Qi Qian, whom she supported, had come to an end. I went to see him off for a while and took away the destined disciple that my master had calculated for me.

For the sake of his master, Qi Qian built a memorial temple for the worship of the believers. He said that the master is worth remembering, and he also said that even though she had been away for many years, he did not want anyone to forget her.

How is that possible?

Remembering Master, besides me and him, there are many people, including Qin family, Yu Changkong, many fellow Taoists from the second sect of Buddhism and Taoism, Master’s best friend Si Lengyue, etc. Everyone is waiting for her to return.

After Qi Qian died, I greeted Hei Bai Wuchang and personally led him to the underworld. I didn't expect that he would be so persistent that he would not be reborn after entering the underworld. He insisted on waiting below.

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

She shouldn't be in nothingness.

Seeing his sad expression, I couldn't say anything to persuade him. I wanted to wait, just wait. The Nail House of Huangquan, he was alone, and no one dared to say anything even if he became the emperor.

I took him to the Hell of Karma Fire and told him that if one day the fire here ignites the karma fire again, it will be her return.

Later, every year when I went to see the karma fire hell on the day my master left, Qi Qian was there, staring at the endless, with no other bright colors than black.

I feel relieved for my master. What she has done is not without reward. Some people always remember her and firmly believe that she will come back.

This is true for Qi Qian, so is the fox who has been guarding the tombstone of the Land of Fallen Gods.

I think this belief only supports us to live, but I don’t think that the reason why faith is faith is because we always believe in hope and miracles.

Regarding the miracle of Master, I took my newly acquired stupid disciple to kowtow to her and told her that I have found a person who has inherited the tradition for Qingping Temple. The Taoist name is Changdu. I hope that he will be like Master, who will save people and ghosts and yourself.

Who would have thought that the ordinary little fat man just slept in front of the tombstone, but he could find out the master's soul and said that he had seen the master's master.

She said it was a long life.

what does that mean?
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