Are there any ghosts and gods in this world, and are there any supernatural beings? I can't say for sure, maybe they've always been watching and even controlling us in a certain time and space, or maybe they're just people's imaginations, just the images they made in their own hearts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the end of the last century, I experienced an unprecedented adventure, which was like a script, and it actually shackled me for the first half of my life, like a mixture of cause and effect. Looking back, I still like to think of it as the deepest dream, and it never really happened.

The shock it brought completely turned my worldview upside down, so much so that I always looked at this real world with an "incredible" mind, and perhaps, as the doctor said, I was on the verge of schizophrenia.

However, my wife believes me because she is also in this reincarnation drama.

In the summer of 1993, it was a scorching heat.

It was another nightmare, and I sat up sweating, leaning back against the head of the bed, nervously looking around in the darkness, trying to distinguish even the slightest strange sound in the room in the middle of the night. As my heaving chest calmed down, I lit a cigarette and slowly recalled the scene in my dream.

Since my parents retired to Hainan, I have lived alone in this house. My bedroom was small, full of messy books, and there was a double bed against the wall, which I liked to be able to roll around freely. When I was a child, I heard the old man say that sleeping in a large bed must occupy the middle, and it is best to sleep like a grinding plate, otherwise there will be ghosts to rest in the vacated space.

In the past half month, I have been physically and mentally emaciated because of the continuous battles in the drinking field, and I always slept in a trance at night. At night, I lay down in a daze, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to slow down the whirlwind caused by alcohol, and gradually I began to feel drowsy, but between falling asleep and waking up, I saw the scene of the room, which I could see when I lay down and opened my eyes. It was so familiar, whenever I had insomnia, I stared at it until dawn, and I could remember a few stains on the overhead light clearly.

My body trembled, and I opened my eyes, and I was sure that everything I had just seen had happened when I was sleeping and closing my eyes, and my heart began to grow, because according to my experience since childhood, once I saw the scene around me in the midst of sleep, it would be a nightmare that nightmare. It's like an iron rule that has stayed with me since my childhood, even in overcrowded student dormitories.

The feeling of not being able to shout or move is scary to think about, and nightmares are often accompanied by paranormal phenomena, such as seeing a humanoid ghost standing in a corner, or waiting in horror for some kind of spirit to pass through the room.

But as I entered adulthood, it rarely happened again, especially after following my teacher to practice Nei Dan Gong, my physique became stronger and stronger, and my yang energy was full, and there was no abnormality in this aspect at all in the past few years.

However, when this long-lost supernatural signal reappeared, I still had palpitations, but the gallant effect of alcohol was very powerful, and soon I fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sound of a soot and found myself lying on the outside, curled up, which is my standard position when I am drunk, to hold my stomach against and not vomit.

I came to my senses, and my ears carefully identified the source of the sound, but I found myself unable to move, and I was stunned. I opened my eyes in horror, praying not to see a pair of blood-red ghost eyes or a withered hand with long shriveled nails, and finally, everything was normal in front of me, and there was nothing strange in front of me.

However, in the dark, human eyesight is significantly weaker than hearing and perception, and I clearly perceive that behind me, in the bed, there is a creature crawling, as if breaking free from the wall, step by step, no, it is the limbs, the rhythm is one after another, like a child who has just learned to crawl is so unnatural, every landing is so bulky.

I had already begun to break out in a cold sweat, because I could roughly outline its shape from the movement of the sheets and towels, and I was always on all fours, my forelimbs or hands, always falling heavily on the bed, and I could faintly hear the sound of breathing, deep and long, and with each step, the breathing was closer to me, and the feeling of my limbs pressing against the bed became more and more real.

Imagine a creature on all fours, a small bed, crawling slowly and bulkily, feeling as time had passed, as if it were struggling to break free from a distant space-time in the wall, and every bulky step seemed to exhaust all its strength.

I'm not sure how long this torture lasts, I can't move, I can't turn back, and even my efforts to protect myself with my fists are in vain, and my whole body is only stiff, but my consciousness feels a presence more and more clearly, its steps, its breath, but you don't know what it looks like, what its purpose is, whether it is good or evil.

Eventually, its forelimbs pressed against the towel quilt behind me, and it was certain that the towel had been moved backwards, and my heart rate had reached its limit, and I had to quickly close my eyes to avoid the sudden visual shock that would cause me to die suddenly.

However, when it pressed down again, my shoulders sank, and a head-like thing was attached to my ear, definitely a head, because I could feel the breath, solemn and long, as if I was greedily enjoying the breath of the world that I had not seen for a long time.

My whole body stiffened and my eyes closed as if I was tied, and the scene of spider predation came to my mind, I was the prey wrapped in spider silk, although I was still alive, but I couldn't move, and the struggle was all in vain, behind me, a huge spider's head pounced, but I couldn't see it, but I could clearly feel the breath coming out of its mouthparts.

What's even more terrifying, it doesn't immediately inject venom into you to disintegrate and devour, just quietly admire, as if mocking or thinking about where to put its mouth from, the more terrifying this feeling, the more excited its mouthparts are, and when the fear is about to reach its limit, one bite will kill you.

Now I'm so scared, I don't know what the other person is and what I'm going to do next. But I know that it is impossible to keep closing my eyes while awake, and if I accidentally open them, or if it suddenly lies in front of me, what will I see when I open my eyes in a stressful state? Think of the spider-like posture crawling in the darkness of the middle of the night, even the cutest child, or the most beautiful woman, can see everything very strangely.

And its breathing grew louder and more rapid, as if it was ready to go. When I felt like I couldn't control my eyelids, it suddenly straddled me and stood on the edge of the bed. Immediately after, my ankle felt grabbed by a cold hand that seemed to be bubbling cold.

I decided to open my eyes, and even if I was going to be scared to death, I would admit it, at least let me see what it was!

But when I opened my eyes suddenly, it was still just a scene in the room, and there was nothing else, and for a moment, I could even see the swaying branches outside the window, and the water glass on the table before going to bed, but there was not even a ghost next to the bed.

Don't think I'm relieved, glad I was able to come out of the nightmare, absolutely not, the hand was still holding me, and I still couldn't move.

Suddenly, my whole body was dragged up and I fell from the bed to the floor, and the violent flutter of my heart told me that the feeling of falling was real. I lay on the ground, one foot raised high, like a person in front of me, and I could hear the slow, rhythmic steps, step by step towards the door, and my body was stiffly dragged away one by one.

I could clearly see the door frame, the dining room, the fruit scattered on the table, and the braised noodles that my aunt had brought me. But other than that, I could only see my own raised foot and feel the cold hand that grabbed my ankle. With a clumsy rhythm, I was dragged to the living room, the door was closed, but I didn't see the door open, I didn't feel the stopping, my body actually passed through the door, there was nothing unusual, and even when my head passed through the door, I really saw the texture and the void in the wood, for me, all this mixed with fear and magic.

However, a wave of sorrow welled up in my heart, and I felt that I was going to leave this world from now on, this is my soul, and that creature was like a god of death, and came and took me away, without any communication, without informing, and savagely and rudely dragged me away.

I looked at the living room, saw the photos of the whole family, saw the kind expressions of my parents, and my heart was in tears, did I have to leave them forever?

It is said that there will be an omen before death, such as the elders of the family who have passed away to accompany them, or there will be a bardo body out of the body after death, you will see the light and see the past life, and some old people say that the king of Yama will send black and white impermanence to pick up and tell the deceased that his life is over, even if the biggest villain leaves the world, if he has the slightest reluctance to see his family or have any wishes, black and white impermanence will also satisfy him.

But why, when I died, did I lie in bed and have nightmares without warning, and then die? And I can't see who is going to pick me up, this is simply inexplicable death!

Suddenly, I began to get angry, since I have to die, then I also want to ask for an understanding, or let me go by myself, don't be dragged like this, just like my soul is a thing, to be disposed of casually!

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, the more courageous I became, and I struggled desperately, but the feeling of powerlessness made me despair in the end, and the ice hand that grabbed my ankle seemed to sense my attempt, and suddenly tightened, and a pincer-like pain came from my ankle, like five steel nails piercing into the flesh, but you can't alleviate the pain with a violent reaction, you can only bear it silently.

Seeing myself being dragged step by step towards the final gate, I went from fear to anger, from anger to despair, staring at the ceiling, and letting it do what it did, I thought, behind the door should be the last place to go, right? The old people said that after they died, they would cross the Nai He Bridge, and they couldn't remember anything after drinking Meng Po soup, so I desperately wanted to remember this beautiful world.

Just as I was about to close my eyes at the end, I saw the study directly opposite the living room, and there was a faint light there, so faint that you had to look closely to notice it, which was the direction of the Buddhist altar.

My Buddhist shrine is opposite the bookcase, and there are all kinds of thangkas and Buddhist beads that my father invited back, and I enshrine the great day of Rulai, but because my father is away all the year round, the Buddha shrine has no tribute, and many times, it is like a decoration at home.

Suddenly, I suddenly remembered what my teacher had said to me, that people who practice Neidan are sensitive to their physique, especially my life is prone to ghosts and gods, so I am only allowed to meditate when I am young, and if there is any supernatural intrusion, reciting the natal Amitabha Buddha name can be reassured.

Although I have never encountered a supernatural and strange thing for so many years, and I have forgotten a most profound promise, the faint light gave me a glimmer of confidence that even if I was at the end of my life, I could not be dragged away without explanation, and that as long as the dying person recites Amitabha Buddha, he will be led by the Western Elysium.

The most important thing is that the teacher said that all abnormalities are demons!

So, I closed my eyes and said silently, "Hum, Amidiva, She!" ”，

Sure enough, its pace was noticeably quicker, and as I walked through the door, I opened my eyes and continued to chant to see what the world was outside the door. I was dragged down the stairs, and the doors of each neighbor were clearly recognizable, but the first-floor corridor that should have been equally clear became deeply dark, like a black hole, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and it might be the entrance to another world.