Chapter Ninety-Four: The Moon Season Falls into a Dream

It turns out that I also have a perception ability that surprises me, that is, when I am often doing something in real life, I suddenly remember that I did the same thing in a dream a long time ago, and now I am repeating the dream thing. Even, I know what's going to happen next, like when a guy is still outside, I know he's going to come in. He would smile at me when he came in, and I knew what he would say.

But this perception is now gone. At that time, I could remember a lot of dreams, and sometimes the next night I had dreams that I didn't finish the night before. But now, when I wake up in a dream, I forget the dream I just had, and I don't have any memory of it.

A philosopher once said that man is like an angular stone, after staying in the river of life for a long time, he loses his original edges and corners, becomes smooth and uniform, and becomes the common appearance of all pebbles in the riverbed.

And I, too, am in the process of such a change. Perhaps it is because of this that I wrote this story with an inexplicable sense of loss and sentimentality.

It's far away, and the topic is retracted. On the night the monk hunted ghosts, I fell asleep in a daze. I slowly came to my senses in the midst of chaos. When I opened my eyes, I was still lying on the bed, and there was a person standing next to the bed.

I knew I was dreaming because I didn't know the person standing by the bed.

But I'm not afraid. I asked, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a spore ghost, your moon season." It laughed and said that it didn't seem to have any ill will towards me. "Thank you for always taking care of me. If you don't water me regularly, I'll be dead. ”

I look at it, and it doesn't look like the spores I've seen before. Its appearance was not as terrifying as before, it was exactly the appearance of a little girl. It's just that his hair is a little messy and he wears a green dress. Its face was slightly pale.

"That's not what you used to be." I skeptical.

"My resentment is slowly disappearing under your cultivation, and my appearance is also changing." It says, "It's the same with people, it's not the face that really frightens people, it's the heart." ”

I nodded and asked, "Is there anything you're looking for me?" "I'm still lying down and talking to it

Speech.

"I'm here to tell you that incense is not a ghost. Don't let them kill her. The ghost said.

"How do you know that Chuan Xiang is not a ghost? Besides, she killed so many men, can the people of Hong Jiaduan let her go? "At that time, I hadn't communicated with my grandfather, and he noticed something abnormal.

"What I said is true. If you can, go help her. "And he said,

"Also, you've been in danger lately. You have to pay more attention. ”

"Me?" I was surprised, "What danger will I have?" ”

"Do you remember the Dustpan Ghost? A few days after you went to Hongjiaduan, it came to you. It came again tonight, but I chased it away. But I can't help you a few times, I have only been subdued by your grandfather for a short time, and I am still recovering in all aspects. You see, the dustpan ghost scratched my hand. It raised its hand to show me, five bright blood streaks on the back of its hand.

I was terrified and asked, "Isn't it imprisoned by grandpa?" How did it escape? ”

"I don't know," said the ghost. Pay more attention to yourself. With that, it was gone. My eyelids closed again, and I slept soundly in the back.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw five cracks in one of the leaves of the moon.

"Thank you." I say.