Chapter 96 Chapter Thirteen Special Abilities

Grandpa was full of doubts, and asked anxiously: "Master Monk, can you beat this female ghost with just this towel? Don't underestimate the strength of this female ghost." The monk squinted his eyes and looked contemptuously at the grandfather with a dimpled face, and asked, "Who are you?" Someone next to him immediately helped to explain: "This is Master Ma. He usually catches some ghosts, but he doesn't specialize in catching ghosts." "Oh." The monk rubbed his scalp and smiled, "So we are colleagues. It's a pleasure to meet you. But, to put it bluntly, catching ghosts is like fighting a war. No matter how powerful the masters of folk ghosts are, they are guerrilla fighters. We It's the regular army."

Others echoed: "That's that, that's that." They were afraid that he would turn around and leave if he got angry. Grandpa felt as if he had eaten a fly, but he didn't dare to say anything. "I'm going, don't follow." The monk patted the handkerchief on his waist, and stepped out steadily.One foot just crossed the threshold and the other foot was still inside the door, but he stopped, tilted his head to look at the washbasin, and said, "Pour out the remaining water in the washbasin. Yes, but it’s not good if people touch it.” "Hey, hey." The people inside the door were obsequious, only hoping that he would go and deal with the female ghost soon.

Grandpa huddled in the crowd and watched the monk walk out under the starlight.The outside world is very quiet, without the crowing of owls, the noise of grasshoppers, or the disturbance of the evening wind.The trees nearby, the mountains in the distance, and the stars in the distance form a still picture, and only this monk walks slowly in the silence. That night, I came back from school weeding, my bones falling apart.After grabbing two mouthfuls of rice indiscriminately, pouring some water on the rose, he fell asleep on the bed. It turns out that I have a special ability, I can know whether I am in a dream when I am dreaming.At that time, when I fell asleep, I would think, didn't I just have dinner?Didn't I just wash my feet and lie on the bed?How did you get here now?So I bit my finger to see if it hurt.If you are not sure after biting your fingers, just close your eyes and imagine if you can grab a pillow and fly up.I grab it out of thin air, if I can really grab a pillow, I will have eight points in my heart, and I will know that I am dreaming. If I put the pillow between my legs and shout: "Fly!" Shentou will take me to fly Get up, then, I will calmly tell myself: I am dreaming.

So I shouted desperately in my dream: "Dad, Mom, I'm having a nightmare!" I also kicked desperately with my feet.I know that the movements in the dream can make the body respond, although not to the same effect as in the dream. My mother and I are very connected. When I was tossing in my dreams, she would often run to turn on the light to wake me up.I often wonder if the blood in my body is still connected with my mother, just like I am still an embryo in her belly.No wonder grandpa said that my psychological suggestion is very strong, which is probably an important proof. But as I got older, I gradually lost this special ability.

I thought about why. As people grow older, their worries also increase.For example, I have almost no pressure and no troubles in elementary and junior high school. Even if I must say that I have troubles, it is "a teenager who does not know what it is like to be sad. He falls in love with the upper floors. He loves the upper floors and expresses his worries for new words." After entering high school, he must study hard Entrance to university, and university has to be busy looking for a job.There are many troublesome things, and gradually the original spirituality is washed away.