Section 6 Can you be more tolerant? He can't hurt a paper man.
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When we arrived at the most famous temple in the city, my parents accompanied me all the way and we finally asked an old monk who was said to be a master.
After a rough understanding of the situation, my parents were invited to admire the pond in the courtyard, while the old monk and I sat face to face drinking tea, with a three-hundred-year-old evil spirit leisurely floating nearby...
Who the hell can relax like this?
I thought that by entering the temple, I could keep him out.
Oh, drink a sip of tea to calm down.
"Master, can you see this?" I still couldn't relax. I glanced at Yan Yuheng, then looked at the old monk for help. I hoped the monk could see it, so that it would prove that I wasn't the only one going crazy!
The master didn't answer, nor did he follow my gaze. He simply said, "Young donor, this is karma from a past life."
"Then how do we eliminate karma?"
“Let go of obsessions and you will find freedom.”
I smiled bitterly: "Master, I know it's difficult for you to resolve the grudges and hatreds that have accumulated for hundreds of years, but - the one who should let go of the obsession should not be me, right? I don't have any obsessions at all."
The old monk filled another cup of tea for me, took out the empty cup and placed it aside, then poured a small pot of freshly brewed tea and placed it in the direction of Yan Yuheng.
The tea smells delicious just by smelling it.
The old monk's words drifted through the room, "Everything is a cycle of cause and effect, and good and evil are only a thought away."
As I watched silently, Yan Yuheng didn't seem to care about what the monk had just said. He just slowly walked to the table, sat down next to me, and glanced at the tea: "This tea is just okay."
He reached for the teacup, took out a cup of phantom from the steaming hot air, and drank it slowly.
"Master, you can really see him!" I excitedly pointed at the male ghost drinking tea next to me, but the ghost gently pinched my fingertips, and before I knew it, my fingers were intertwined with his!
Too bad! This ghost is too bad!
My face flushed with anger as I angrily complained to the monk, who refused to answer my question about whether he'd seen a ghost. "I do believe in karma. Reincarnation aside, I do believe good deeds will be rewarded in the end, but not in this way—if this life is bound by the past, then what's the point of this life?"
The old monk was very calm and smiled faintly: "Donor, life has no meaning. You need to find it yourself."
I wasn't happy with his convoluted and mystical explanations, so I could only describe my own frustration: "Reincarnation feels like it's arranged, and I'm like a puppet with no choice."
"Everything has its destiny."
"What kind of destiny is this?" Is it my destiny to suffer this? Why did my group and I choose this dilapidated garden a thousand kilometers away from the university among so many graduation thesis options?
The master explained it to me in a simple way: "It is destined that you will experience what you are supposed to experience."
Like a wronged person, I pulled my hand away from the smiling Yan Yuheng and pointed at myself: "So I should have experienced what happened to him?"
The master said: "Fate is determined by heaven."
I said, "Bullshit fate, it tortures people, it's a bad fate."
Yan Yuheng covered my mouth, kissed the side of my face, and gently corrected me: "Madam, this is not called bad fate, this is called renewing our old relationship."
"Everything is destined to happen, little donor, just let it be." The master put his hands together.
"But I don't want to go through this at all. Master, you can't just stand by and watch me die!" I was about to cry. "This guy is sucking my yang energy! I can't just let him suck me to death!"
The monk gave me a bracelet to warm my body, and then he asked me to leave.
I was in a bad mood and the ghost was following me.
Mom and Dad came over quickly to check on me, but I could only say I was fine and that I wanted to go to the bathroom and asked them to wait for me here.
Under their worried gazes, I walked around the release pond and stared at the golden koi swimming in it without saying a word.
"Madam." Yan Yuheng gently pulled my clothes and then held me in his arms. "Why are you unhappy?"
"I'm just unhappy. Is it because you're a three-hundred-year-old ghost that they dare not intervene?"
"I am also a ghost king. After my death, I have never harmed any innocent lives. I have just been waiting for you for a long time... Madam, please don't think that I have committed a great evil." He sighed softly, as if helpless.
"Is the Ghost King really that powerful? Then can you go to the Buddhist temple and face the Bodhisattva?"
"Why not? This Buddhist temple is a place where ghosts practice."
I refused to accept it, so I hid at the toilet entrance and checked my phone out of sight of my parents. Sure enough, I found the saying: "People occupy the temple during the day, while ghosts meditate at night."
I give in.
Stop him outside the women's restroom and let him urinate before leaving.
The only good thing about going to the temple this time was probably that after wearing the bracelet, I felt that the coldness was no longer penetrating me.
After being taken back home by my parents and forced to recuperate for a few days, I tried to secretly visit a Taoist temple or a fortune teller in my hometown while my parents were at work, but they all said there was no way to solve the problem - so I just gave up.
Bad ghost! You actually want to haunt me forever.
How am I supposed to find a partner then? Am I destined to be lonely my whole life?
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"Madam, please don't play this kind of game anymore." A certain ghost said dissatisfiedly, sticking to me from behind in a sinister manner.
"Just for fun." I kicked him, very dissatisfied with him for entering my room and occupying my bed as if it were his own place.
"Madam, I am your husband..." The ghost felt wronged and sad. It began to whisper in my ear, "My husband is right in front of you. Why are you playing with other men on your phone instead of looking at me... I have been waiting for you for three hundred years..."
He's deliberately making some mischief again.
He can't harm a paper man, but if there's really a man next to me, he'll be so creepy that he'll bring bad luck to that man...
I was annoyed by his nagging, so I turned around and covered his mouth. Seeing how he deliberately made his eyes wet and looked pitiful, I swallowed the words I wanted to curse back.
Instead, she took a deep breath and tried to persuade him gently, "Can you be a little more tolerant? They are all fake, invisible and intangible. Are you jealous of these paper people?"
Yan Yuheng hugged me tighter, buried his head in my arms and said sullenly, "Tonight, in my dream."
Tsk, I have to do laundry again tomorrow.
But who is afraid of whom?
Humph, Guigui, don’t even think about draining my yang energy again!
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Okay, I give up.
He should compensate me with a peaceful and undisturbed sleep!
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