Kaohsiung said: "So what? Anyway, I'm already dead, and I can't care about a living person." "It's hard for me to understand why he has this attitude towards life. However, Kaohsiung's experience has already told me, and if I haven't experienced those things, I may not be able to understand his thoughts, so I haven't said much. Maybe in another ten or eight years, Kaohsiung will have had enough fun in Thailand, be tired, and want to start a family when he is about 50 years old. Or maybe he suddenly met a woman who made him feel tempted, and maybe he got married in a flash.

I slept in a daze until midnight, I was awakened by the noise of Lao Zhao's son, don't think about it, it must be almost twelve o'clock, otherwise this kid can't make trouble. Obviously, Kaohsiung called Lao Zhao up, and Lao Zhao went to call his son again. And when the child is growing up, he sleeps soundly, and he must be angry in the middle of the night if he has to get up. In addition, Lao Zhao's son has a bad temper, which is even worse.

Follow the sound to the main room, where several large and small Buddha statues are enshrined, the old Longpo master has been sitting in front of the Buddha statue, Kaohsiung asked Lao Zhao to take his son to sit opposite the master, Lao Zhao passed by the cat fetus and clamped it in his hand. "Where's my computer?" said Zhao's son.

"I'll be here in a moment, and now it's someone else's master who wants to play a game with you. Lao Zhao persuaded. His son said to make a fart game, I haven't slept enough, the computer will play tomorrow, I want to go back to sleep. Lao Zhao began to curse, his son is a donkey, the more you scold him, the more energetic he becomes, and he has to do it. Kaohsiung suggested that Lao Zhao hold his son in his arms and let him fall asleep first.

Lao Zhao said: "Where did I sleep with him?" I said, then you can try it now, and I don't want you to die. Lao Zhao had no choice but to hug his son and say you go to bed first, and when you fall asleep, I will carry you into the house. His son wondered why he didn't let me go into the house and sleep by himself now. Lao Zhao said that this house is cool, and the house just now is small and hot. Lao Zhao's son was sleepy, and he didn't think about it so much, he hid in Lao Zhao's arms and closed his eyes, and fell asleep within a few minutes.

Master Long Po asked Lao Zhao to half-support his son, and closed his eyes, and the master stretched out his two hands, pressed the foreheads of Lao Zhao and his son respectively, and began to chant mantras. After a few minutes, Lao Zhao began to twist his body again, and I was afraid that he would wake up my son, so I asked him to endure it. But Lao Zhao became more and more twisted, so I had to sit next to him, quietly took his son over and helped him, so that the kid half leaned on me, which was considered to be sitting and sleeping.

Lao Zhao twisted left and right to dodge, and used his hand to pull Master Long Po's arm. The master had to hide and press as hard as he could. At this time, Lao Zhao's son, who was leaning on me, made a low humming sound, but his eyes were closed, and he still slept soundly, as if he was dreaming. Master Long Po continued to bless, Lao Zhao covered his face and all parts of his body with his hands, and then lay on the ground, holding his right foot and shouting pain. At this time, his son's body was also trembling, and his lips trembled, and I felt it obviously.

"Ahh But the boy didn't wake up, as if he had met a ghost in a dream. I didn't dare to move, and then his son's head tilted to the right, and he let out a low scream, then to the left, and screamed again. I have the feeling that this kid is being beaten in the mouth, and he is being beaten left and right. A few minutes later, Master Long Po took the piece of cat fetus from Lao Zhao's hand, shook it up and down a few times in his palm, stopped the mantra, and then put the amulet on the offering table next to it, so that we could help the two of them back to the house to rest.

At this time, Lao Zhao's son's face was already swollen, red and swollen, but he still didn't wake up, but slept soundly. I had no choice but to pick him up, and Kaohsiung over there helped Lao Zhao, who was limping, back to the room where he had rested before, and lay on two beds respectively. Master Luang Po told me that he had used his mana to eliminate the resentment of the cat's fetus passing by the bardo spirit, but it was best to put this card in the temple, bless it for a few more days, and then find someone to worship it when it was completely eliminated. Kaohsiung and I nodded again and again, and went back to sleep.

The next morning, I heard the voice of Lao Zhao's son again, but instead of noise and cursing, it was crying. I got up and looked over, only to see that this kid's face was swollen like a pig's head, and there were several places that had been cracked and were oozing blood, and Lao Zhao's right leg was so painful that he couldn't walk, so he had to hold on to the wall. His son carefully touched his face with his hand while crying: "Dad, what's wrong with my face? it hurts so much......" I asked what was going on, he shook his head, and said that he had a dream last night, and dreamed that the pregnant female cat he had lost before had come back, first grabbed his father, and then slapped his face with his paws, and pumped him hundreds of times, and woke up to see this.

"Look at it, you did something wrong before, and now the she-cat comes back to settle accounts with you!" I scared. The kid didn't believe it, and said that the cat had been lost for months, so why did he come now. I said that this is a temple, a place dedicated to the gods and Buddhas, and there is a magic shrouded in it. The wrong things you have done in the past have to be found back in the temple, and they will be retaliated against by the other party one by one. For example, if you hit a pregnant female cat, the female cat bit both of you last night.

Lao Zhao's son was frightened: "Dad, let's go quickly, we won't sleep here tonight!" I pretended to ask why, what was terrible, Lao Zhao's son didn't answer, and dragged Lao Zhao out. I said no, if you don't tell the truth, all the people or animals you've bullied before will come in and settle accounts with you.

Although this boy was stubborn, after last night's dream and now his face was wounded, he was convinced of my words, and tears flowed down his eyes, saying that he had beaten not only pregnant female cats, but also dogs, rabbits, and hamsters before. I asked if I had been killed, except for the dog you threw downstairs that day. The kid was silent, but it was clearly an acknowledgement.

"What will I do in the future?" Kaohsiung glared and asked fiercely, "Do you still want to beat small animals?" The kid shook his head, looking really frightened. At this time, Lao Zhao suddenly laughed, and I asked him what he was laughing at. Lao Zhao pointed to his son's face: "Look at the virtue of your swollen face, it's like a pig!" His son said hello without showing weakness, like an iron cane Li, and both father and son laughed.

After asking him to pay 5,000 baht to Master Luang Po, the four of us left the temple and found a small private clinic nearby, where we applied hemostatic medicine to the scratches on Lao Zhao's body and his son's face, and then we returned to Bangkok from Rayong. I didn't make a dime in this business, but I don't think it's a loss. If a child with a character like Lao Zhao's son can really be cured of his tyrannical habits by Master Long Po's mana, no amount of money can buy it. But Kaohsiung was not happy, with his logic, any business has to make money, and it can't be completely in vain. There was no way, I told Lao Zhao about this, he thought about it for a long time, took out a thousand baht bills from his wallet, and only handed them halfway, and was taken away by Kaohsiung like a chameleon swallowing mosquitoes with his tongue.