But that night, I also had a dream, and I did dream that she was locked up in a dark place. What was going on?
And that Ghost King, did he really run away?
I asked all these questions, but Uncle Ma ignored me. He picked up the plate and poured all the soup into my bowl.
Then he said to me: "You, now you are like this bowl of rice. It used to be clean, white, fat, fragrant and delicious. Now let this vegetable soup soak and you will stir it up completely."
I didn't understand what Uncle Ma meant at the time, but from the next day, I understood!
Because from that day on, that girl chatted with me almost every day, and she wanted to talk to me for eight hours a day!
She would send me messages when nothing happened, and she would also send me messages when something happened. She would tell me in her dreams, and she would tell me when we were eating.
Not only did she tell me about the old ghost, the evil warlock, but also her family affairs, things like sesame seeds and rotten millet, her father, her mother, her milk, her second uncle and grandfather... they all told me everything.
Even if her stomach hurts during menstruation, she would tell me and ask me if that old ghost is here again.
Every time I feel depressed, I tell me that I don’t want to live anymore, and ask me what retribution will happen to people who commit suicide, whether they can be reincarnated, or they can only linger in the same place...
I finally understood why Uncle Ma didn't let me mind my own business in the first place. This girl was indeed a bit crazy.
But it's not her fault, because something is definitely happening to her. To be honest, she's lucky that old ghost hasn't driven her crazy in the past few years.
So I still had the idea of saving people and helping others, and I taught her an ultimate move.
I told her: Instead of worrying and being afraid, it is better to muster up the courage, go out at noon when the yang energy is at its strongest, turn right, take an axe, demolish the ghost temple and smash it to pieces!
She smiled bitterly and said to me: Mr. Wu, I don’t dare. I’m just a white guy and a weak woman. How can I fight with the Ghost King...
I could only spread my hands and express my helplessness.
This matter of destroying the temple is enough for me to go there in my dream. I am not responsible for door-to-door service.
Later, she still often chatted with me. Basically, I answered everything she asked. Sometimes I was too busy, so I would reply with one or two sentences if she said ten or ten. In short, I tried to help her and enlighten her.
At the same time, I told her that she must listen to me, do more outdoor exercise, take some medicine or supplements to replenish qi and blood, and don't think about it every day, let alone think about old ghosts about everything.
After more than ten days like this, one day she came to me again and said that Mr. is great. I dreamed that the old ghost came back to catch me and beat me in the dream.
I said, then you send a photo and I will show it to you.
In fact, I was numb at this time. After all, she pestered me every day to say this and that. I felt that whatever I saw in her was normal.
As a result, I opened her photo and saw nothing. I saw nothing.
This makes me, very strange.
In fact, it wasn't completely nothing. I noticed her soul, sitting paralyzed on the ground, trembling. There was a strong man with a weird look next to her, holding a whip to scare her.
I asked her if she dreamed of a strange strong man who looked like a ghost at night, whipping her with a whip?
She said yes, yes, it was just such a dream, that ghost must have been sent by the old ghost!
I was a little speechless. I said don't worry. I just showed you that there is no old ghost on you at all. To be precise, there is nothing. It is just a nightmare of yours.
She still doesn't believe it, is it just a nightmare?
I'm right, because you are on tenterhooks every day, thinking about things every day and dreaming about things at night, and you have done what I told you recently, sunbathe in the sun and exercise more. I see that your complexion is much better. Logically speaking, it is impossible for you to suddenly dream about this again. Did something happen to you yesterday?
She sighed and said yes. Yesterday, my dad thought the door gods at home were an eyesore and said that religious homes wouldn’t post them. I had a fight with him, but he still took off the door gods for me. Then I took them off at night. Had this nightmare.
I couldn't help laughing and said to her: "This is actually the fear in your heart. It is true that the door god protects the home, but in fact, the heart of each of us is a door, and a strong belief is our own Door God, your dad can expose the Door God in your family, but he can’t expose the Door God in your heart.”
"So, as long as you firmly believe that you are extremely powerful and tell yourself that you are no longer afraid or panicked, the door god will live in your heart. How can it be removed by others?"
"As long as your belief is strong enough, no ghost king can do anything to you. Remember, we are upright people. It is an evil spirit hiding in a dark corner. As the saying goes, evil cannot defeat good. It is said that people are afraid of ghosts. In fact, it should be Ghosts are afraid of people, so why are you afraid of them?"
The girl didn't reply for a while, and then she said something to me.
"I understand, thank you sir. I will definitely listen to you and be my own patron saint!"
I couldn't help but laugh, and then asked her if she still thought about the evil warlock earlier?
She said she didn't want to, she definitely didn't want to, just treat it as a nightmare. When she woke up, there would be nothing, everything would not exist!
At noon, this girl sent me another message. I clicked on it and saw a photo.
There should be three bricks in the photo, but they have been smashed.
This girl told me with great joy that she listened to my words and just at noon, she went out with an axe, smashed the ghost temple to pieces, and then threw it into the ditch far away!
Seeing that she really went to destroy the ghost temple, I felt extremely relieved and happy.
A girl who was so weak before was filled with fear and panic and thought about committing suicide every day. However, with my help, she finally became strong and went to the ghost temple with an axe.
Therefore, as long as the belief in a person's heart is strong enough, there is nothing that cannot be done.
I congratulated this girl because she finally broke through the fear in her heart, became her own master, and saved herself.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I complimented her a few words, she started crying and asked me aggrievedly, wouldn't that old ghost get even worse and seek revenge on her?
I couldn't laugh or cry, I said, what are you afraid of? It's all broken, why do you care about her? You listen to me. From now on, you practice Buddhism well. It doesn’t matter what your dad believes in. He believes in his teachings. You believe in your Buddha. As long as your mind is right and your yang energy is sufficient, the old ghost will also take it. You have no idea.
If he dares to come back again, you don’t have to be afraid of him. You can recite the six-character mantra at him and miss him to death!
If that doesn't work, put the temple-shattering ax next to the pillow, and whoever will chop it down will do it!
