The evil that Xiaoqing's father collided with, we can't find it in the way we started. The old man not only slurred his speech, but even his memory was broken, and he couldn't remember where he had been before he had a stroke and what had happened. Therefore, we are equal to not having a clue at all. In this case, even the master has no choice. Where can I find that thing? Therefore, we can only wait, wait for the old man to suddenly have a bright brain one day and give us clues.

Months have passed. Years later, Xiang Feng did not return to Sichuan, but stayed and studied magic with my master. Others are helping to take care of his restaurant, and as for him and Xiaoya, he didn't say anything, and we didn't ask. Zhao Xin was stimulated by the tsunami and has been recuperating in a temple in Thailand for months. Morningstar was busy with his studies and gradually lost contact with me.

For a while, the days passed very peacefully. Xiang Feng and I usually can't eat up the income we get from occasionally helping people look at feng shui for a year, except for helping the master do paper work, the rest of the time is spent studying Qimen Fangshu.

Xiang Feng has an introverted personality, a bit like a master, and he keeps everything in his heart. But he is a very strong person in his bones, which is similar to me, unlike the master, who takes a qiē very lightly. Although Xiang Feng and I are like brothers, in private, the two of us are more intense, and neither of them wants to lose to the other.

Master is a very kind person, very lenient with us, and almost never restricts us. I remember that at that time, I was in a formation with Xiang Feng, and I usually went to a forest about a mile away from Master's house. Use the hidden technique in the Qimen formation, put something in the forest, let the other party find it, such as a kettle, and let the other party find it, and see who has the shortest time.

Gradually, the things used became smaller and smaller, from kettles to bowls, to cups, matchboxes, and cigarettes. This is the easiest, the hiding technique in the Faqi Gate can be cultivated to a certain level, and you can hide yourself in broad daylight, under the noses of others. It sounds a bit unbelievable, but it is actually something similar to a trick to make others have the illusion of time and space, or to create blind spots for the other person, so that he can't see himself. As for the rest, I won't go into detail for the time being.

Time is like flowing water, and it will be a warm spring in March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the catkins flutter. On this day, Master took Xiangfeng out to buy things for paper work, leaving me to look after the house.

In the afternoon, the rain began to fall, and light smoke seemed to drift from the eaves near and far. I was standing under the eaves to enjoy the rain when I received a call from Xiaoqing.

"Ah Leng come quickly, my father seems to have remembered something!"

In the past few months, Xiang Feng and I have been to Xiaoqing's house a few times, and the old man has been in a daze, and there has been no change at all.

I didn't say a word, hung up the phone, picked up the bag containing the magic weapon, took a motorcycle, and rushed to Xiaoqing's house.

When I came to Xiaoqing's house, it was already evening. The old man had been living in that old house since years ago. When I entered the house, I saw the old man leaning on the bed, his face flushed, as if he had drunk wine. His mouth trembled, and he looked very excited.

Xiaoqing's family stood by, looking uneasy.

"Did the old man say anything about living before?" I asked.

"No, it was fine, but suddenly it was like this in the afternoon." Xiaoqing said.

"Do you remember something?"

I asked aloud and leaned my ear over, only to hear the 'click' of the old man's teeth.

"Don't rush, don't get excited, speak slowly."

I used the method of pinching my fingers and pinching the acupoints taught by my master to help the old man calm his feelings, and I tossed until nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and the old man finally calmed down. However, he didn't say anything, and as soon as his body relaxed, he fell asleep.

I can't laugh or cry, this Xiaoqing is unreliable enough. Unexpectedly, her father was more unreliable than her.

"Forget it, don't wake him up." I whispered, "I'll stay here tonight, and I'll ask when the old man wakes up." ”

Xiaoqing's younger brother and I stayed together, and after a while, he fell asleep on the bed. In the middle of the night, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and I felt that the light bulb above my head seemed to be spinning back and forth, and the sound of 'ticking' rain outside seemed to come from the sky, and I finally fell asleep with my head tilted.

I don't know how long I slept, but I had a dream in which I saw the old man sit up from the bed and look at me directly. I was about to ask him when he suddenly jumped out of bed, a movement that no living person could do. Immediately after, the old man jumped out and ran out...

I woke up all at once, and my head was covered in cold sweat. Rubbing my eyes vigorously, I suddenly found that the bed was empty, and the old man was really gone...

My heart was cold, and cold sweat broke out in my palms, wasn't that a dream just now?

When I came out of the house, I saw that the door of the house was open, the rain had stopped, and the sky was filled with a hazy mist.

When I came outside, I looked around, but there was no one in sight. As soon as the cold wind blew, my mind became extremely clear, and my heart calmed down. I took out my phone and looked at the time, there were still several hours before dawn, and everyone was asleep.

I thought to myself, how could the old man run out by himself after suffering from a stroke and being paralyzed for many years, and he usually needs someone to help him sit up? I didn't look for it blindly, but went back to the old house with this question.

Xiaoqing's younger brother was still sleeping soundly on the edge of the bed, and his saliva was flowing onto the quilt. I was afraid of scaring him, so I didn't alarm him.

At this time, I suddenly felt an inexplicable aura on the bed, not popular, but not ghostly. The more I felt that something was wrong, and after careful inspection, nothing appeared.

I put my hand under the covers, and roughly estimated the time it would take for the old man to run out based on the residual temperature inside. Xiaoqing once told our old man about his birthday, and I opened the bag I brought, took out the things I used to start the game, and quickly started a game on the ground.

Occupy people and get lost, according to the time stem, as well as the fall of the "**" in the eight gods. After the break, I was first confused, and then I was confused. Because the situation shows that the old man didn't go out at all, he is still in this house, what is going on? …

I looked out and was lost in thought, unable to figure out what this was all about. When I turned around and glanced aimlessly at the bed, I suddenly saw that the old man was lying on the bed in a good manner!

Frightened, I took a sharp step back, and when I looked closely, there was no one on the bed at all. At this time, I seemed to understand something, quickly took out three sticks of incense, lit them and leaned on the side of the bed, and the originally erratic column of smoke suddenly became straight.

It dawned on me that the old man had only run out of his body, and his soul was still in bed! It may sound incredible, but if you explain it scientifically, it's called sleepwalking.

When a person is stimulated by the outside world during the day, or has some kind of strong desire, it is possible to sleepwalk when sleeping at night. There are two kinds of sleepwalking, one is the body lying on the bed, the soul wandering out, running through the wall through the room. There is also a kind of soul that stays in the bed and the body runs out. In the former type of sleepwalking, people will remember very clearly the places they have been in the 'dream' after waking up, and in the latter kind of sleepwalking, they will not know anything at all after waking up.

I once heard of a basketball player who was paralyzed in bed due to an accident and had to sit in a wheelchair every day to watch people play. He had a strong desire to be able to get up and continue playing, and under the domination of that desire, one night he really got up from his sleep, ran to the playground with the ball, and played until dawn, and did not come back until dawn, waking up not knowing anything, but feeling tired. For several days on end, his parents began to see that something was wrong. So he quietly guarded the door of his bedroom that night, but saw him walk out with the ball and follow him all the way to the playground. His mother, seeing the ghostly look he had when he was playing, was overly frightened and screamed. Then the athlete woke up, looked at himself, and fell to the ground and died. Because his soul is still in the bedroom, and only his body comes out. Xiaoqing's father's situation at this time is similar to that athlete...

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