Master rested for a while before he barely stood up, and with my support, he returned to the old temple, and before leaving, Master and Zhang Wei's family cremated his body, and then buried it.

It was a thrilling night, and Master and I were so tired that we fell asleep quickly when we arrived at the temple.

The following days were dull again, repeating the same life every day, three o'clock and one line, riding a bicycle to school in the morning, attending classes for a day, riding a bicycle home after school, writing homework in the evening and practicing the five techniques of metaphysics, and going to the temple to accompany the master when he came to the big worship.

Soon I went to the third year of junior high school, and our school stipulated that after the third year of junior high school, we should live in a dormitory, in order to study more and prepare for the high school entrance examination.

The results of the first and second years of junior high school are not bad, I am the first in the class every time, and the first place in the year group at the end of the second year of junior high school.

Don't get me wrong, the special treatment here is not that you don't need money to go to school, but that you have to do more homework than others.

To be honest, life in the third year of junior high school is really hard, because the family conditions are not good, there is almost no pocket money, and sometimes I have to go hungry. The food in the school cafeteria cannot be said to be bad, it can only be said that it is difficult to swallow. There is only one dish for each meal, that is, cabbage stewed potatoes, and the one who cooks for us is an old man surnamed Han, and we all call him Uncle Han.

I have seen him cook with my own eyes, take the cabbage and potatoes on the ground directly to a large cutting board and chop them, do not wash them at all, and then throw them into a large pot together, use a big shovel to stir them, and when they are almost cooked, put salt and seasoning, zuihou pour a layer of oil slick on the soup, I don't know and think that I put a lot of oil, but in fact, it is pitiful.

It's not bad, because I don't wash the vegetables, so it's normal to eat bugs when I eat, the first time I ate bugs, I almost didn't get sick to death, but I don't eat hungry, and I get used to it later, and I will tease each other when I see bugs, and put meat in the dishes (these are my real experiences, no lies!). ）

I have endless homework every night, and I almost have to write until two o'clock before I can go to bed. The heavy pressure of life did not break me, because I had a belief in my heart that I must get ahead, I could no longer live in the countryside and be a farmer like my father, and I didn't want my descendants to live a poor life (thinking a little ahead).

One day I was studying in the classroom, it was already half past ten, and I had already finished school, and everyone except me went back to the dormitory to sleep, and the dormitory was out of power and lights after ten o'clock, so I had to ask for the key from the homeroom teacher to study in the classroom.

The classroom is about 500 meters away from the dormitory, and there is a playground in the middle, and the boys' dormitory is separated by a high wall from the girls' dormitory.

Since I had forgotten the math paper in the dormitory, I was going to go back and get it once, but when I walked to the door of the boys' dormitory, I heard a knock, which really startled me, and I hurriedly asked, "Who!?" ”

As the black shadow walked in front of me, a familiar face appeared, my tablemate Hu Ling. She is a lively and lovely girl, we actually have a good impression of each other, and we didn't say anything at that time, but we both knew it in our hearts, so we got along with half friends and half lovers.

"Haha, I'm scared of you! I'm not a ghost, what are you afraid of? Hu Lingle said with his body trembling continuously.

"If it's a ghost, I'm not afraid, talent is terrible!" I replied pretending to be angry.

Hu Lingqiang stopped laughing, and then said: "Don't brag, didn't you say that you are bold?" It's time to test you! ”

"What test?" I asked, puzzled.

Hu Ling suddenly became serious and said: "After school at eight o'clock tonight, we have been bored in the dormitory, and we have no sleepiness until ten o'clock, Gong Xue proposed that it has been popular to play pen fairy recently, so we played please pen fairy"

Please Pen Fairy is a kind of spiritualist game, which is to communicate with spirits through contact with the pen. The pen fairy is not attached to the pen, but is next to the person who invited the pen fairy.

The pen fairy is not a real immortal, but a ghost, according to the Taoist master Zhengyi, the ghosts recruited are all evil spirits that usually follow behind people to absorb people's essence. Like Fuling witchcraft, it is a kind of trick to open one's body, and then let ghosts enter one's body to control one's hands, so as to achieve the purpose of divination.

There are generally more than two people who need to prepare a pen and paper, and the time is best at night. It is said that you can do a lot of things, you can ask some ordinary questions, such as birthdays, and you can also ask about your past life, future, lifespan, etc.

At the end of the game, you must ask the pen fairy to go, and in the process of the game, the pen can not be dropped, if the pen fairy is dropped, it will retaliate, and it will not go away from the person's body. In fact, those ghosts want to weaken the yang energy through the person who plays the pen fairy, so that it is easy to possess it, and people who encounter extremely heavy yin qi or are unlucky can be used as stand-ins.

Therefore, I advise readers and friends, don't play games such as pen fairy and disc fairy when you are idle and bored, if you are unlucky or have a heavy yin qi, you will be miserable!

"Play with the pen fairy! That's spiritualism, it's all ghosts, you're still playing in a place like the school where the yin is very strong, don't you die? I said anxiously, for fear that Hu Ling was a little dangerous.

Hu Ling was also scared when he heard me say this, that pitiful look was really pitiful, Hu Ling replied: "Now is not the time to blame, let's tell you what's going on!" ”

They all played games with four girls in a dormitory, and at the beginning they were very relaxed, just to play, and they were not afraid. After about four or five minutes, the pen began to react, and they felt the air around them get cold.

They started to get scared, but driven by curiosity, they continued to play. Everyone asked questions one by one, and some asked what their birthday was, and it turned out that the pen fairy was really right. Some people asked themselves what they did in their previous life, and Bixian said that it was Wei Ying's turn to ask questions from the Qinglou woman, and she asked, "When will I die?" ”

The other three frowned for a while, because it was very taboo to say death when playing with the pen fairy. The pen stopped turning, and then began to shake wildly, and Zuihou said that she died in three days!

Now several people began to be frightened, and some even cried in fright, and the atmosphere became even more terrifying, and one of the girls threw the pen away.

They were all very scared and didn't dare to stay in the dormitory, and Hu Ling thought that I must still be studying in the classroom, so she came to me over the wall and asked me to stay with her for a while. Just in time for me to come back to get my math papers, he told me what had happened.

I asked her to wait for me for a while, I quickly walked into the boys' dormitory, now they were all asleep, I took the paper lightly and walked out of the dormitory, Hu Ling was still waiting for me, I took her hand and walked towards the classroom.