Han Luo returned to the house, full of melancholy, with a look of extreme worry, his eyes appeared, and his head looked a little messy, as if he was much older. This expression was experienced by many people in their lives, and when they experienced great disasters, people would always show this expression. As for the legendary Buddhist state of drinking and pecking, free and unintentional and great happiness, few people can do it. This state is indeed the highest state of moral cultivation. But how many people can do it with the flow? Even the Buddha said that they cannot get it and cannot give up. People have the desire to get it, but they are always difficult to get it. People want to throw away something or something, and they will be reluctant to give up.

It’s really complicated to ask for something, it’s hard to let go.

But the Buddha reached the state of being unintentional, without any cause and no share of drinking, and without ropes, and was able to be liberated. Only then can he have the birth of Buddhism.

This is a genius.

But not everyone is Buddha Shakyamuni.

Han Luo went to prison for murder, which was something he never dared to think about before. After all, a teenager in a small town has a certain degree of purity in his thoughts.

Han Luo sat on the bed, glanced at the outside of the window, and took a deep breath. What should I do and where to go. At this time, he felt lonely and helpless. The sky and the earth were big, and he was helpless. When encountering such a thing that was simply called a major event in life, Han Luo was at a loss.

After all, he is just a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old.

In life, it is impossible for geniuses to be born, they are geniuses.

No matter he inherited the authentic Chinese martial arts, loved philosophy, and was familiar with Buddhist culture, he was still a teenager. A normal teenager would definitely be even more afraid.

"Master, aren't you coming back yet? What should I do with my disciple?" Han Luo raised his head, looked at the sky, and thought of running away. How could it be fine? After all, it was a murder. Even if he didn't pay his life for his life, he would not be able to escape for three or four years in prison.

Three or four years, how many three or four years are there in life? Four years later, he is twenty-two years old. Half of his youth has passed.

Four years.

It's simply a critical moment.

If you practice hard and have the hope of entering the realm of a master, it will definitely be difficult to make up for if you lose four years. That night, Han Luo tossed and turned, panicked and helpless, and did not fall asleep all night.

He is still young.

No one can see his future. He only saw the dark future, but he himself could not imagine that this matter was definitely not that simple. The consequences caused had a huge impact on him.

This may be fate, no one can predict his own future and others' future!

The next day, Han Luo went to work in a coffee shop. He disappeared for a day and slapped the coffee shop owner in the face. Now he is coming, and it is the second slap in the face. So.

"Please leave, we can't accept employees like you." This is what the female boss in white fur clothes said.

Then Han Luo left. Before leaving, he sighed deeply and walked out of the coffee shop where he had only worked for a day. He received a little salary.

Walking out of the cafe, Han Luo walked aimlessly. There was a beach where he was walking. In winter, the sea breeze was in the core, and there were still many people on the beach. Perhaps it was to appreciate the sea in the special season. The sea in winter really had a different taste. The silver waves were endless, endless, and the waves were rolling and waves emerged.

When a person faces the sea, he will develop a sense of being both vast and small. Looking at the sea, he seems to be assimilating with the sea, and he wishes he could roar and scream, but because he is a human, he feels like he is small.

The sea, nature, always surpasses humanity. No matter how human scientific and technological civilization develops, nature will always envelop humanity!

The earth carries all human beings, and the sea carries all water, and they are endless great virtues. According to the legend of Chinese people, people are made of water and soil, but in fact, it may not be unreasonable. Human blood is water and flesh is soil. Only by merging each other can we survive and become humans.

There is a saying in ancient times: There are as many people seeking scholars as cows, and few people obtaining the true meaning as dragons and phoenixes.

This is the phenomenon, whether it is modern academics or the martial arts that have gradually declined. Only among countless scholars can Einstein appear.

In the national martial arts, the master has strict requirements for the disciples. They are generally divided into disciples, disciples who enter the house, disciples who close their families, and disciples who have robe and bowls.

Like the disciples, the master teaches half of them and hides half of them, and can understand the real things, which can be considered as a disciple who enters the house. If he cannot understand, the master will ignore it. However, the disciple who enters the house will teach you the true meaning with all his heart, but will leave a few moves. This is not because the master is stingy, but to test your character to see if you can inherit these things.

A few things will be taught overnight and will be taught to you. But it depends on whether you are qualified and can get these things. For the disciples of the closed family, you usually have to prepare to choose the disciples of the robe and bowl. The more you teach, the more you will be taught, the more you will be careful. Then, you will choose the disciples of the robe and bowl, and you will treat them like your own son.

In the martial arts world in modern society, there are more people who teach boxing, fewer people who teach skills, more people who talk about tricks, and fewer people who teach reason. Why?

Because the merit and reason are the true teachings!

In fact, this is not because the martial artists are stingy, but because they are both good and rational. They are not able to explain it clearly. It is not because you can practice a successful husband by telling you a few words of meditation. It requires self-taught and mind-to-heart transmission and understanding.

Han Luo was like a disciple of the mysterious man in black! Otherwise, he would not have been brought to Yantai to practice boxing. During the Republic of China, a boxer taught his disciples and only taught one move. Then, ten years later, he came back to see how the disciple practiced.

In a luxurious, exquisite and vast manor in Yantai, the atmosphere is really serious. The pool, lights, fountains, and bodyguards in black suits all show the status of this manor.

In the hall, there was no noise at all, but it was extremely dark. The faint candle lights jumped, reflecting a painting hanging in the center of the hall. It was a portrait of an ancient man with his hands hanging down, wearing an ancient costume, with a very solemn face and a strong momentum. There were three incense sticks below. Then, in the red hall, two middle-aged men whispered in a low voice.

It is a middle-aged man who got on the bus that day, and he said he was in his sixties!

"Brother Wang, please ask you. Then I'll leave first. That little bastard, I'll trouble you." The other was a middle-aged man, wearing a smart suit and an extraordinary temperament, and I don't know who he was.

"Brother Hong, how could we stand by and watch after our thirty years of friendship?" He bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "I won't give it to you!"

"Okay, I'll ask you." The middle-aged man in a smart suit stood up, bowed his hand, walked out with great steadily, showing a kind of strength all over his body.

"snort!"

He held the table for the middle-aged man, and walked out like a dragon.

On the land of Shandong Province, a train rumbled past like a giant dragon and drove towards the east! On a carriage of the train, a middle-aged man in black closed his eyes, hugged his abdomen with both hands, ignoring the noise around him at all. His delicate buzz cut made him look very energetic. His skin was shining, which was amazing.

"oh?"

The middle-aged man in big black clothes twitched slightly, and he seemed to move unconsciously. Then he slowly opened his eyes and whispered: "What happened to your disciple? Someone wants to kill my disciple?"
Chapter completed!