A few days ago, a group of our junior high school classmates were chatting in the WeChat group. A boy nicknamed "Baba" told everyone that he had been "depressed" a while ago and almost lost his life.
We old classmates scoffed on the spot. He was notoriously poor in the class back then, and he was good at talking. Basically, when he opened his mouth, others had no chance to interrupt. The key is that my heart is not ordinary. We have been classmates for three years, and I have seen only a handful of people frowning.
With such a person, can you say that you are depressed?
I asked casually: "What do you mean by being depressed?" I didn't expect that this casual question would actually lead to a weird story for everyone in the building.
During the Spring Festival last year, there was a party for college classmates. One of his college roommates seemed to be in a daze during the dinner. It was a rare occasion for a group of classmates to get together. Everyone was having a great time exchanging cups and cups. The only exception was that This classmate has been sitting in a daze, feeling depressed.
Don't you like to talk? The more you drink, the more intimate the conversation becomes. He turned around the table and chatted with his old classmates one by one. When he caught a glimpse of his roommate who barely spoke or used chopsticks, he sat down next to his roommate and asked, arm-in-arm: "What do you mean, brother dei?" ?Aren’t you happy to see us guys?”
The roommate glanced at Ba Ba with dull eyes and said, "I'm suffering from depression and I'm taking medicine. I can't drink alcohol." Bu Ba was happy when he heard this and asked his roommate: "You are a bank executive. With a net worth of millions and millions of dollars every day, what can't you think about?"
The roommate sighed after hearing this. After looking around for a while, he lowered his voice and told me mysteriously: "Actually, I was possessed by a ghost and that's why I ended up like this. A while ago, a nephew of ours failed the college entrance examination for three consecutive years and committed suicide by jumping off the building. . I went to my nephew’s funeral. When I came back, I always thought about death and felt that living was meaningless.”
After listening to this , the little rabbit was stunned for two seconds, and then he laughed loudly, until tears came to his eyes. He slapped his roommate on the shoulder vigorously, and said while laughing: "Brother, if you are sick, you should eat." If you take medicine, a ghost will come over you? You are teasing me to death. How dare a ghost touch me for a moment? I will kill him!"
At the end of the day, everyone dispersed after drinking, and everyone left the bar after having all their fun. I originally wanted to have a good night's sleep with the help of alcohol, but who would have thought that I was actually lying in bed.
In the nightmare state, Ba Ba couldn't speak or move, but he could clearly see a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses staring at him gloomily in the darkness. Then there was a muffled "bang" sound in his ears, like a heavy object falling from a high altitude. He was startled and immediately woke up in a cold sweat.
For more than half a month since that night, if Ba Zi fell asleep, he would be pressed into bed by a ghost, and then he would see the young man wearing black-rimmed glasses, and finally be woken up by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. . This happens every day, and by the end of the day, I'm so exhausted that I don't even think about food and food anymore.
His family accompanied him in various attempts to seek medical advice, but there was no improvement. In the end, his second aunt asked an "inspector" to come to his home and tell his parents with certainty that your son was haunted by a vicious ghost. . After seven or forty-nine days of expensive exorcisms, the observer said that this evil ghost had a lot of grievances. It seemed that he had offended him, so he had to apologize face to face to completely resolve the problem.
Dingba's parents took turns to judge Dingba all day long, and then he remembered that he had teased his roommate and nephew at that class reunion. So he invited eminent monks to hold a grand salvation ceremony. He knelt in front of the deceased's spiritual tablet and confessed his sins of immorality and disrespect in tears. Afterwards, he opened his bow from left to right and slapped his two little mouths.
It’s really weird to say that after the confession at the Dharma meeting, I slept soundly that night for the first time in a long time. When he woke up early the next morning, he felt refreshed and even felt a little rejuvenated.
La Ba told us in a serious manner that after this incident, he is now cautious in everything he says and does, and no longer dares to talk nonsense. Before that, he wasn't sure and didn't bother to think about whether there were ghosts in the world. But now if you ask him, he will tell you from the bottom of his heart: "There are gods three feet above your head."
These days, it doesn't matter whether it offends people or offends ghosts , it's not easy to deal with it. As the old saying goes, don't hit the smiling person, but the same goes for ghosts. Whether you believe it or not, if you are modest, respectful, careful in your words and deeds, you can maintain your integrity, protect your body, and maintain peace. People who speak rudely and without restraint will definitely have constant right and wrong, and will be blamed by both men and ghosts.