Invite the Eighteen-Year-Old Bodhisattva to Collect Debts

When I was seven years old, I kowtowed my head and broke my head at the Bodhisattva Temple. When I woke up, I could see things that others could not see. I made wishes with my pocket money and made offerings with spicy sticks, thinking that the Bodhisattva was compassionate. Until his eighteenth birthday, the clay statue with its faded gold paint suddenly spoke: "It's time to return the wish you made." ——The price of passing mathematics is five years of life. The price of mother's peace is death for the first love. I felt cold all over while holding the book of merits and deeds for keeping accounts. The "Bodhisattva" who has eaten my spicy noodles for ten years smiled and held out three fingers: "Either pay off the debt, or... Continue to work for me." I chose the third path. Later, the entire metaphysical world knew—— Wherever the young man who always carries the wooden Buddha statue goes, Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and all spirits give way.