Rising From The Technology System

Guo Zhenyu rested in the room for an afternoon, and in the evening he came out for a stroll, and got to know a small town by the way.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the big city, this place is more like a small town from ancient times. It is very peaceful and has very few traffic. Of course, the road conditions and facilities are not very complete, but it is fortunate that it is in Qingning. The prosperous and prosperous big cities do not talk about opening a shopping mall until the early morning. Generally, people here will choose to end their work and life at 6 or 7 in the evening, and they will choose to give more time to their relatives. They hope , More time is spent on company, rather than desperately earning a sum of money, and then using that sum of money to cure the sequelae caused by his own desperate life.

Walking on the road, many elderly and children actually come out for a walk. Everyone eats dinner early, so they will come out to chat after dinner, walk around and digest.

This is a rare sight for Guo Zhenyu, a person who came from the city, but for people here, it is as common as eating every day.

Guo Zhenyu walked under a big tree with a cool bench underneath, and several old people sat chatting.

"Young man, where did you come from?" An old grandmother slowly asked Guo Zhenyu, fanning the fan. People here are very enthusiastic even outsiders.

Listening to this question, Guo Zhenyu was so confused, he also began to ask himself, where did he come from?

Yes, he used to know where he came from and who he was.

However, since the accident, is he still the same self? At this point, even Guo Zhenyu himself began to doubt, he began to doubt his life, he did not know, what is this body now? Is he still the original Guo Zhenyu? Where did Guo Zhenyu once go?

The answer is I don’t know. This is like an unsolvable problem, which is very annoying, but it can’t be solved.

"Grandma, where is this place?" Because there was no way to answer, Guo Zhenyu had to ask the old grandma backhand, where is this place, he never knew before, there would be such a beautiful place here, it really makes my own mind fascinated now Earlier, he, like the dream-seeking youth now, had full of enthusiasm. It seemed that he was only trying to create a world, so he worked desperately to make a lot of money, but others only care about themselves, now Come to think of it, my previous self has indeed missed a lot, but I don't know if I can make up for it and make up for all that has passed.

The old grandma looked at Guo Zhenyu kindly and said, "This is Shuangxi Town. Not many people know it." After speaking, the old grandma continued to fan the pu fan and then looked at the stars in the sky. Guo Zhenyu followed the grandma and looked at the sky. The stars, the stars here, are indeed much brighter than those in the city.

"Young man, there is a mountain ahead of us. There is a Taoist temple on the mountain. This Taoist temple has a history of 500 years. The Taoist priest in the Taoist temple is very wise. Maybe it can solve your problem. Go try. Try it, boy." The old lady reminded her warmly.

This also made Guo Zhenyu seem to see hope. Yes, his purpose of escaping from the big city was to get rid of the nightmare in his heart, which is the sequelae left over from these days.

Under the instructions of the old man, Guo Zhenyu came to Qingfeng Mountain. As expected, people from far away could see a Taoist temple. He approached the Taoist temple step by step, and every step he walked was extremely holy, as if he was pious at this moment. The soul instructed him to set off toward the inner soul.

After walking for about half an hour, Guo Zhenyu walked to the Taoist temple. The little master guarding the door looked at Guo Zhenyu up and down with a strange look. It was strange. Why did anyone come here this big night?

Probably after seeing Xiaodaotong’s doubts, Guo Zhenyu took the initiative to speak: “I was guided by the old grandmother Shanxia to come here to get rid of the demons.”

Hearing that Guo Zhenyu came from request, Xiao Dao Tong naturally did not dare to neglect. The abbot has always taught them to be kind to those who want to be helped. Therefore, for Guo Zhenyu who has desires, Xiao Dao Tong naturally Will be a little bit more enthusiastic, and of course what the master teaches is the truth.

Leading Guo Zhenyu to the Taoist chief, Xiaodaotong said: "Master, this person is here for help."

The old Taoist priest over there continued to chant the scriptures in their mouths. They have always had a habit of not being allowed to be interrupted during the chanting. Therefore, even if a guest comes from afar, the old Taoist priest will continue to chant the scriptures. It didn't mean to care.

Xiao Dao Tong naturally knew that the character of the master no longer urged, but quietly waited for the master to finish reciting the sutra.

When the old Taoist finished reciting the sutra, the old Taoist spoke: "What is the donor?"

Guo Zhenyu looked at the little boy who still didn't mean to leave, and didn't know how to speak. Seeing Guo Zhenyu's somewhat helpless look, the old master also understood his difficulties, so he opened the little boy.

Only then did Guo Zhenyu tell the veteran of the demon's affairs.

No matter who heard about Guo Zhenyu, he would be shocked. Only the old Taoist did not look surprised, as if he had already become accustomed to such things. This point made Guo Zhenyu quite emotional.

"Then what do you think of staying here and practicing with me for a few days?" the old Taoist said.

Guo Zhenyu was a little surprised for such a decision of the old Taoist, but for such a decision, Guo Zhenyu's heart is more grateful, grateful to the old Taoist for giving him such an opportunity, and very grateful that the old Taoist did not discriminate against this. On the contrary, he extended a helping hand.

Guo Zhenyu lived in the temple of Qingfeng Mountain in this way, reciting the scriptures there every day, hoping that he could use this pure soul to read to influence his inner demon, and also hope that the nightmare will not torture him anymore. The past days have been It is painful enough, he hopes, that period of time can pass quickly, that way, he can get a new life.

As long as the demon in his heart is still a day, he can’t do something quietly, nor can he forgive himself. If his dream will keep doing that, then he may live to himself for the rest of his life. Among his remorse, he would be upset and regretful, why he did such a thing, why he was so cruel, why he became so cold-blooded.