Suddenly, Yin Dong's face changed dramatically, and he fell to the ground.

The lazy man and I hurriedly helped him up.

When Yin Dong got up, his left leg swayed like a puppet with a broken string.

Since then, Yin Dong can no longer do without crutches. Although I know that this is a method of debt collectors, there is nothing I can do.

Grandpa said we couldn't deal with debt collectors. At first, I didn't believe it, if we can deal with the ghosts, water ghosts, hanging necks, gas eaters, ghost prostitutes, etc., why can't we deal with debt collectors? But then I believed, and I believed it. Because, when I returned to my alma mater from high school to visit my junior high school teacher, the teacher told me a piece of news.

The teacher said mysteriously that the crooked Taoist priest in the broken temple had met a debt collector. In order to avoid the debt collectors, the crooked Taoist priest specially built a wooden house on the roof of the ruined temple.

"What is he doing with a house on the roof?" I asked, confused. When I entered the school gate, I noticed that one side of the ruined temple had been converted into a two-story building, and the upper one floor was made of simple wooden planks, so it looked like a two-story building, like a bunker from a war movie.

The teacher said, "He was afraid that the debt collectors would come to him, so he stayed on the wooden building all day long." The doors and windows were locked, and only the young woman with white hair could go up and bring him food and food. I've been upstairs for almost two months now, and I haven't come down once. ”

I said, "Haven't crooked Taoists been dealing with ghosts for a long time?" Could it be that a debt collector made him hide like this? ”

The teacher said, "Who knows? "From this point on, I kind of believed my grandfather's words.

I asked, "What kind of debt collector made him hide upstairs?" ”

The teacher thought for a while, and his fingers habitually tapped on the table and said, "Listening to that white-haired woman, it seems to be begging for her life." The life span of the crooked Taoist has long exceeded the life span that he should have, so the debt collector came to ask for his life. I don't know the specifics, anyway, I can't make the crooked Taoist hide upstairs for a few months without coming down, I don't think it's a simple ghost to deal with. ”

I nodded and said, "That's too." ”

Coming out of my alma mater, I took a closer look at the ruined temple. It just so happened that the white-haired woman was knocking on the door of the crooked Taoist priest, and her voice floated out emptyly, like a real illusion. The door creaked, and then they were heard babbling for a while. Then the woman came downstairs. She glanced at me, and I hurriedly pretended to be passing by.

At this time, I believed my grandfather's words even more.

Because my alma mater is in the middle of the distance between high school and my home, I usually go to my alma mater to see the teachers before returning home after my monthly vacation. When I got home, I said hello to my parents and immediately went to my room to see the moon season.

Since I haven't been home for a month and no one has watered it, I estimate that it will wilt like straw in the autumn harvest. But when I hurried to the windowsill, it stood verdant in a small teacup, as if I had just left home.

I complained about how I had forgotten it at home, with no one to take care of it, and I was amazed at how tenacious it was. That night, I dreamed of it that I hadn't seen for a long time.

I hurriedly apologized to it and left it at home.

It smiled and said, "I'm much better now." When I was caught by you before, I was already struggling. But after these days of sun exposure and night dew, it has recovered a lot.

I was pleasantly surprised, wasn't it?

It smiled and said, I will absorb the essence of the night, you pay attention to it.

When I looked at it, the black color around it flowed like coffee, and flowed into its body, as if it were a dry cotton ball, and this cotton ball was placed in the ink. I could see the ink that came into contact with the "cotton ball" slowly being sucked in.

I was surprised and asked, is this your cultivation method?

It says yes. It asks me to take it with me, often in a dark and dark environment.

I said, wouldn't it be nice to let you bask in the sun once in a while?

It says that if you receive some sunlight, you can use the energy of sunlight to repair yourself. But when the time in the sun accumulates to a certain extent, the moon season will bloom. As soon as the moon season blooms, it can no longer be pinned on the moon season. With the flowering of the moon season, it will die. When it dies, it becomes deaf and cannot re-enter samsara.

I know, "Hundred Techniques Exorcism" said: "When a person dies, he is a ghost, and when a ghost dies, he is deaf." The fear of ghosts is deaf, if people are afraid of ghosts. ”

I promised it that I would carry it with me in the future.

It thanked it and left.

I woke up from my dream, put on my clothes and looked at the moon on the windowsill. Although there was no light and it was pitch black all around, I could see the black "color" flowing into the branches of the moon like water.

Sure enough, it can absorb the essence of the night. I remembered what my grandfather had said, "Maybe it will help you later." The evil nature of the spore ghost is not fixed, if you take good care of this month, maybe it will repay you. You must know that children's evil "nature" is easy to generate, and it can also be influenced, and the spores are the children of ghosts. ”

I still remember my grandfather saying, "This spores have a lot of energy, but because it's so young, it can't exert one percent of its energy." If it can grow to the age of Chen Shaojin's daughter-in-law, its energy burst out is unimaginable. ”

I think the evil spirit has almost been washed away since it was added to the Moon Season, so I shouldn't worry about any threat to its growth.

The next day, my mother and I went to see my grandfather in Thrush Village. Mom said that grandpa's cough became severe, and she went to the hospital for examination, and the doctor said that it was a mild tuberculosis and asked grandpa to quit smoking. But Grandpa couldn't quit at all.

My mother asked me to go to my grandfather's house and persuade him. Mom said, "You can live a few more years if you smoke less." ”

As soon as I arrived at my grandfather's house, before I could say what my mother had to say, my grandfather pulled me and said, "Go, go, go to the reservoir and have a look." ”

My second monk was confused and asked, "What are you doing in the reservoir?" ”

Grandpa said, "Yesterday a child almost drowned there. His mother came to me and asked me to help me take a look. ”

I said, "Didn't you drown?" What else to see? ”

"His mother said that there was a child who drowned in the same place there," the grandfather said. I'm afraid that the drowned child is looking for her child. ”

I said, "Grandpa, are you confused?" This is different from the car accident, the person who was hit by the car is in danger of dying at any time, and timely action can save his life. But can those who do not drown suffer any fatal injuries? ”

Grandpa pulled me and didn't let go: "This time the people who want to save are not drowned, but those who have drowned." ”

"How can you save someone who has drowned?" I was even more stunned.