Everyone must ask, how is it that a person like me, who has seen the real underworld since I was a child and participated in guiding a large number of ghosts, can't sleep at night because of the fear of ghosts? Actually, there is a psychological problem here. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the human psyche, terror is hierarchical. Pure terror is the lowest level of terror. For example, if you have a ghost with a white face, what you expect from it is horror, and in fact its appearance is indeed terrifying, which is called pure horror. And what is higher than simple horror is actually what you expected to be very ordinary and even loving, and suddenly becomes unrecognizable to you, and this kind of horror is even more than pure horror. It's like when you come home at night, your mom cooks the meal for you, and you sit at the table and enjoy a meal, everything is as usual, but after the last bite, your mom suddenly wipes the skin off her face, revealing a lizardman's face, and tells you: It's time to go on your way. This kind of sci-fi routine is actually more terrifying than the ghosts that appear in horror movies, which is typical: familiar people or things suddenly change.

And that was the case with me at the time. In the impression of ordinary people, the Buddha and Bodhisattva should be a representative of love and gentleness, even if it is a manifestation, it should be the kind of moisturizing things silently and silently arranging good luck for you, never calling herself an old lady, and looking for someone to ask for something to eat.

The feeling I had when I first saw this painting was gone, and the room covered by the so-called Buddha and Bodhisattva was unexpectedly gloomy.

I turned on the headlights and looked at the paintings hanging on the wall, and the Buddha statues were still calm and serene.

Even so, I don't dare to turn off the light anymore. However, after a while, I heard the scolding of my parents that it was a waste of electricity for me to turn on the headlights at night, and I told them that I was a little scared because of what had just happened. My dad was so angry that he shouted: "What are you afraid of, there are Buddhas and Bodhisattvas covering, what is there to be afraid of!" ”

Under the pressure of my parents, I had to turn off the lights again. Lying in bed, I still can't sleep, and I can't count sheep. I closed my eyes and didn't dare to open them, because as soon as I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but want to look at the painting, and I would be scared when I saw it.

After thinking about it, I still silently recite the eye-opening mantra I once recited! The last time I recited this spell was last week.,Result... Alas, not to mention it.

"The law of heaven is clear, the law of the earth is spiritual, the yin and yang are refined, and the water spirit is manifested... And then what's coming? "Actually, I didn't memorize this spell in the first place. Just as I was muttering, the woman's voice suddenly sounded in my ears again: "Spiritual light and water, reaching the heavens and the earth, the law is pursued, and the yin and yang magic mirror is followed!" ”

I'm Cao, this voice is clearly picking up the stubble! I'm sure it wasn't a hallucination in my head, because I couldn't even memorize the last few lines of the spell, and if I could hallucinate a spell that I didn't know at all, then there really was a ghost!

I put my head under the quilt and shivered, but at the same time, the voice still did not stop: "Hehe, look at this guts, look at this guts, look at this guts... "I was going crazy because I couldn't get this voice around, and even the accent sounded familiar to me.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned the light on again, and the sound disappeared immediately!

Fortunately, I turned on the lights at this time, and my parents were asleep, and they didn't notice. I just slept with the lights on until about four in the morning, and then secretly went to turn off the lights.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, when my dad urged me to get up quickly, facing the rising sun, and doing push-ups in front of the Buddha, he saw my dark circles under my eyes, was taken aback, and asked me what was wrong, and I told him about last night. It can be seen that his face is also a little suspicious, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he still said to me: "This just proves that our Buddha and Bodhisattva are really too spiritual." ”

The next day of class, because I didn't sleep well last night, I didn't have energy all day, I went home at 6 o'clock in the evening to finish my homework and eat, and after finishing the evening class in front of the Bodhisattva statue as usual, I took off my clothes and got ready to go to bed. Because my parents were watching TV in the outhouse, I turned off the lights in this room and listened to the sound of the TV outside, which was somewhat distracting.

My mom said, "Oh, the sun is out in the west today, why do you have to go to bed so early?" ”

I told her that she was in good health by going to bed early and waking up early. When my dad heard this, his face bloomed with joy, and he said, "Look, what do I say, the effect of inviting the Buddha and Bodhisattva is fast, and he has been trained by the Bodhisattva to know that he goes to bed early in just four days!" ”

When I heard this, I was so angry! This is obviously scared, but this may be another kind of training.

My mom praised me and then asked my dad, what should I do with the fruit for the Buddha? My dad said that according to the monks in the temple, the fruit offered to the Buddha can be eaten at night, after all, the Buddha doesn't want us to waste food.

My mom wanted to give me one, but I had already brushed my teeth. So, the two of them were in the outhouse, watching TV while eating the fruit offered to the Buddha, because they didn't sleep well yesterday, and today they went to bed and immediately entered a state of confusion, in a trance, I seemed to hear the parents in the outhouse complaining, why is this fruit not sweet?

There is actually a disadvantage to going to bed early, that is, waking up too early, if it is too early, it is no different from too late.

When I woke up, I saw that it was just three o'clock in the morning, but I had slept well, and it was still dark outside. I cautiously got out of bed and turned on the light, still scared for fear of hearing any more strange noises. So I sneaked into the outhouse and got an apple that they had eaten last night, and I had a bottom in my mouth and a bottom in my heart. However, this apple really has no sweetness, and the flesh in your mouth is a bit of an exaggeration to say that it tastes like chewing wax, but this apple has at most a third of the usual taste.

I didn't pay much attention to this, I just picked up a copy of "Doraemon" and prepared to rely on it until dawn.

From three o'clock to five o'clock, I didn't hear anything strange, and I was finally relieved.

The last few days of the week were relatively uneventful, and nothing strange happened. Saturday was supposed to be closed, but I still went to school all morning because the school organized the hepatitis B vaccination.

I can't help but recall when Dr. Yin drew blood for me when I was four years old, the technique of the other person drew a charm on my little arm, and the blood was unknowingly removed in the process of chatting with me. Alas, Dr. Yin, what is he busy with now?