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The old woman had no money, so she used the excuse that the sect's teachings could not be obtained except in troubled times, so she drove my senior brother and me out of the mountain gate.
The senior brother is stupid as hell. He firmly believes that the old woman is an expert in the world. The blinding techniques we learned are not tricks of the rivers and lakes. We are dedicated to catching ghosts and subduing monsters and helping the country.
I felt guilty, fearing that others would find out our true identity as charlatans, but later I discovered that Buddhist saints and monks cheated and deceived, and gentlemen deceived the world and stole their reputations. My senior brother and I were among hundreds of families, and we were not conspicuous at all.
The high official asked us to catch ghosts, but the prince himself is an old pervert with a bunch of wives and concubines in the backyard.
I had an erotic dream. Inexplicably, I was with the daughter of a high-ranking official whom I had only met once. The next day, my senior brother was secretly washing his underwear. Later I heard that all the people who come to hunt ghosts have all kinds of erotic dreams.
But what's unfair is that I'm the only one who doesn't have these dreams anymore.
My dreams began to collapse and change, becoming bizarre and bizarre.
I dreamed that there were no six realms in the underworld, there was no city god in the underworld, the gods had no mercy, and everything was like a cud dog.
I saw that there was no Po Meng on the Huangquan Road, and I also found myself lying in the running water under the Naihe Bridge, with a woman sobbing in front of my tomb.
She murmured in her mouth: "I am responsible for you in this life. If you are born as your son in the next life, I will marry you as your wife, have children, and raise my eyebrows."
I spat at her.
When I opened my eyes again, the prince's beauty was sitting in my arms. Seeing me looking at her, the female ghost's cold fingers touched my face. When the hair on my body stood up, she placed a kiss on the cinnabar between my eyebrows.
"I am not the son you are looking for, I am a woman." I was afraid of death, but I didn't want to kill myself.
"I know." She bit my lip bitterly, but tears suddenly fell from her eyes, "I hate you so much..."
I think she probably doesn't really hate me.
Purpose: Life is meaningless, but you still have to do something
