Grandpa was full of doubts in his heart, and asked uneasily: "Master monk, can you fight this female ghost with this 'hairy' scarf?" Don't underestimate the strength of this female ghost. ”

The monk squinted his eyes and looked at his grandfather with a furrow on his face, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Someone next to him immediately helped explain: "This is Master Ma, who usually catches some ghosts, but he doesn't specialize in catching ghosts." ”

"Oh." The monk "touched" and "touched" the scalp and smiled, "It turned out to be a peer." Fortunately, I will be honored. However, to put it mildly, ghost hunting is like a war, no matter how powerful the folk ghost chasing masters are, they are also guerrillas, and we are the regular army. ”

The others chimed in: "That's that." "I'm afraid that he will turn around and leave in anger.

Grandpa felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

"I'm leaving, don't follow." The monk patted the handkerchief around his waist and stepped out steadily. As soon as one foot stepped out of the threshold and the other foot was still in the door, he stopped, tilted his head to look at the basin, and said, "Pour out the remaining water in the basin, although this 'medicine' is a demon killer, but it is not good for people to touch it." ”

"Eh, eh." The people inside the door were only submissive, hoping that he would clean up the female ghost as soon as possible.

Grandpa huddled in the crowd and watched the monk walk out in the starlight. The outside world was quiet, without the cry of owls, the noise of gnats, the disturbance of the evening breeze. The trees in the distance, the mountains in the distance, and the stars in the distance form a still picture, and only this monk walks slowly in the silence.

That night, I came back from pulling weeds from school, and my bones fell apart from exhaustion. Hu "messy" picked up two mouthfuls of rice, poured some water on Yueji, and fell asleep on the bed.

It turns out that I have a special ability that I can know if I am in a dream when I am dreaming. When I fall asleep, I think, didn't I just have dinner? Didn't I just wash my feet and lie in bed? How did you get here now? So I bit my finger to see if it hurt. After biting his fingers, he was still not sure, so he closed his eyes and imagined if he could grab a pillow and fly. If I can really catch a pillow, I will have an eight-point bottom in my heart, and I know that I am dreaming, if I put the pillow between my legs, I shout: "Fly." "If you take me flying, then I will tell myself very calmly: I am dreaming.

So I shouted desperately in my dream: "Dad, Mommy, I'm having a nightmare!" "I also kicked desperately with my feet. I know that the movements in dreams can make the body react, although they don't have the same effect as in dreams.

My mother and I have a very close heart, and when I toss in my dreams, she is often the one who runs to turn on the lights and wakes me up. I often wonder if the blood in my body is still connected to my mother, just like I am still an embryo in her womb. No wonder my grandfather said that I have strong psychological implications, which is probably an important proof.

But as I grew older, I gradually lost this special ability.

I thought about why.

As people get older, their troubles increase. For example, I have almost no pressure in elementary and junior high school, and I have no worries, even if I must say that I have troubles, it is "a teenager who does not know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor." Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words. "After high school, you have to study hard to get into college, and you have to be busy looking for a job in college. There are a lot of troubles, and gradually the original little spiritual "nature" is washed clean.