Chapter 30 Letting Go of Your Obsession
My spiritual power was weak, and even a simple Sky Eye Technique could not last long. I ran directly to the street lamp over there. The playground was not big, and I arrived in front of the girl in a blink of an eye.
Even though this girl became a ghost, she could not forget her habits when she was alive. She still stayed at the place where the accident happened to read and study.
Lu Xiaofeng told me that most ghosts who die will go to the underworld. However, those who harbor hatred or have deep obsessions will stay in the human world after death. They may seek revenge, harm the living, or wander alone in the darkness of the human world.
She was reading so seriously that she didn't even notice me sitting next to her.
"You're still reading so late, aren't you tired?"
I asked.
She turned her head to look at me and smiled. It was a beautiful smile, but a little lonely.
"I'm tired, but the high school entrance exam is coming soon. Dad and Mom hope that I can get into a good high school. My teachers also care about me, and I can't let them down."
"So do you hope to get into a good high school?"
She was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Of course, my parents and teachers will be very happy if I get into a good high school."
"But this is your life, right? What happens after you get into high school? Go to college, graduate and find a job, get married and have kids, and live until you grow old and die?"
I looked into her eyes and asked.
She was obviously stunned. I think she was lonely, but she was a strong child and a good student. She must have been very tired and must have thought about giving up more than once. One day, the tiredness, loneliness and depression that she had suppressed in her heart suddenly burst out. Although she was very strong, at this moment, she was weak and helpless. She finally gave up and could only choose to escape, escape from this life.
"You know, I envy you guys. I didn't even finish elementary school, so I don't know many Chinese characters and I often say the wrong things. They all laugh at me and look at me like I'm a fool. So I buy books and study on my own. I want to learn more so that others won't laugh at me."
"Then why don't you study?"
She asked curiously.
I shrugged and said with a smile: "My family is poor and I can't afford to go to school."
Her expression dimmed slightly, as if she was sympathizing with me. What a kind and good child.
"Later, I met an old man who told me that if I looked down on myself, then no matter how much knowledge I learned, others would still look down on me. Then I thought, in fact, it doesn't matter how much knowledge I have. As long as I live happily and the way I want, I don't care what others think of me."
"Live your life the way you want and be happy."
She whispered softly.
I looked up at the scattered stars in the sky and said, "How pitiful are the parents in the world. Parents all hope that their sons will become successful and their daughters will become outstanding. Maybe they do it for their own vanity, but most parents definitely hope that their children will be able to take better care of themselves in the future."
"Dad, Mom."
She lowered her head, staring blankly at the book in her hands. A few crystal clear drops of water rolled down from the corners of her eyes, dripped onto her book, and slowly spread out.
Ghosts have tears?
My eyes suddenly hurt, and the image in my field of vision shook slightly. Oh no, my spiritual power is running low, and I won't be able to maintain the Sky Eye Technique anytime soon.
"When I was little, I loved reading books because I liked the stories and words in them. But I don't know when I forgot the feeling of liking them."
As she spoke, she suddenly stood up, holding the book to her chest with both hands, and a smile appeared on her face. It was a very sweet smile, without the loneliness and sadness from before.
"Thank you for reminding me of this fond feeling."
Her body gradually faded, and finally a flash of light disappeared under the dim light of the street lamp.
Ghosts that remain in the world of the living because of their deep obsessions will dissipate as long as they let go of their obsessions.
My eyes suddenly hurt again, the light film in front of my eyes completely dissipated, and there was little spiritual power left in my body. The moon disc on the palm of my right hand was still a little numb and itchy, and it was trembling slightly, like a beast ready to move, as if it was about to break free.
I turned over my palm, glared at the black crescent, and cursed, "You bastard, you are my hand, and I have the final say on whether to swallow ghosts or not. Are you still thinking of rebelling?"
After scolding me like this, my palms really stopped itching. I wrapped my coat and leaned back in my chair. I suddenly remembered what the old master said: every ghost has its own story. Many wronged ghosts and evil ghosts had sad pasts when they were alive. It is better to save them than to destroy them.
Alas, the little girl is really too depressed. As the saying goes, it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Her parents must be so sad. But these are not my business. If I could meet her parents, I might tell them what their daughter thinks.
It was past two when I returned to the hospital. My younger sister and Song Qian were still fast asleep. I covered the two little girls with quilts, then left the hospital and had a late-night snack at a nearby restaurant.
I found that I tend to get hungry after consuming spiritual energy, so I have to concentrate on learning and practicing. Because of the hidden formation in my body, I have to keep devouring ghosts, otherwise I will definitely die from the pain in my temple. But I always feel that this moon wheel is not a good thing. I wonder what the sun wheel looks like.
The next morning, my younger sister up. The two girls woke up, and Song Qian was basically fine after a night's rest.
"Brother, Song Qian is well again."
My little sister was full of joy. I nodded and smiled, "That's good, that's good."
"Xiao Yun, Brother Xiao Yun, thank you."
Song Qian expressed her sincere gratitude.
Song Qian recovered from her illness, so she naturally had to pack up and go home. After she left, my younger sister and I also prepared to go back. In order to facilitate communication in the future, I bought a mobile phone for my younger sister in the county. I was afraid that she would say I was wasteful, so I bought a very ordinary one. Then we bought some things in the city by the way, firstly because it was the New Year, and secondly because I still had a lot of money.
We each dragged a big bag and took a minibus to the town. This time we notified my parents in advance, and my dad came to the town early to pick us up. My dad carried my little sister's big bag, and I carried the things I bought. The three of us walked for more than an hour and finally arrived home at around 3 pm.
Because I came back a day late, bought a mobile phone for my younger sister, and bought so many things, my mother scolded me. But she just said that I shouldn't spend money recklessly.
I didn't tell them about the ghost of the little girl in my younger sister's school. I briefly told my dad about finding the Taoist priest, but didn't tell him the details of my physical condition, for fear that he would worry.
