Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 18 is Depression
The room fell silent again.

It seemed like a long time passed, and the Sanskrit singing in the hall stopped before the old monk spoke: "Amitabha, Linyuan's almsgiver said exactly what he said, Junior Brother, you and I should let go."

"Amitabha." The presiding master closed his eyes tightly and insisted: "Then you should ask her what she means."

"Ask, Xiaodao will ask." Lin Yuan smiled knowingly.

To get such answers from two masters is equivalent to affirmation, and the rest has to be negotiated with her.

He put away the demon-transforming bottle, bowed his hands solemnly to the two of them and said: "Although the evil spirits have been eradicated, there are still Zhang's family and three wandering souls waiting to be rescued in the city. I entrust the two masters to deal with the aftermath."

"Don't worry Linyuan benefactor, the old monk will take care of it."

The old monk nodded slowly, the morning light came in through the window paper, it looked like a Buddha in the hall.

Cultivating Buddhism and Taoism leads to the same goal through different paths, but in the end it is nothing more than cultivating one's heart.

Linyuan opened the door, only to see the sky is full of rays of light, a thousand auras, and the sun is slowly rising.

When he came to the side of the creek bridge, the small bridge with flowing water, the old ivy trees, was very quiet, he squatted down and buttoned the stone tablet: "Is Miss Ye there?"

When there was no movement, he knocked twice more.

Bai Ze suddenly rushed out from the deep forest to stop him: "What are you doing! Don't let ghosts sleep in broad daylight, be careful that she comes out to beat you."

"It's just in time, let me see if she is still there."

Lin Yuan hugged Bai Ze, who had become the size of a puppy, and moved towards the stele. Bai Ze supported the stele with all four hooves, resisting with all his strength: "Stop, stop. Helping you find her address is the worst thing I've ever done in my life! "

"Just smell it, don't be afraid."

"She's here, don't make trouble here." Bai Ze glared at him, "What do you want to do, you bastard?"

Lin Yuan let go, and smiled slightly: "Let's talk about life."

Bai Ze looked at him with "You must be sick".

"I'm going in, you protect the law." After finishing speaking, his soul went out of his body and got into the stele.

"Hey!" Bai Ze couldn't stop him, staring at the empty shell he left behind and grinding his teeth.

Can the mentally handicapped owner be beaten up if he doesn't worry?

There was pitch blackness in front of Lin Yuan's eyes, not the kind of night where you can't see your fingers, but a completely sealed blackness.

As a soul body, he doesn't need to breathe, but he feels short of breath, full of oppression, and his heartbeat is heavy and fast, as if his chest will be smashed every time.

It's extremely uncomfortable psychologically, doesn't Miss Ye feel it?How can I survive?

He groped forward dozens of steps, touched a smooth wall, then groped along the base of the wall, and suddenly tripped.

"Miss Ye?" Lin Yuan asked in a low voice.

"Ah."

An extremely soft sound came from the darkness, but it was amplified by the open environment.

Lin Yuan suddenly understood why her voice was so soft the last time I met her in the abacus.

In this kind of darkness, even the loudest sound will echo, and it really doesn't need to be loud.

He groped and sat down: "Excuse me, are you still sleepy?"

She didn't speak, Lin Yuan explained with a little embarrassment: "I knocked on the door outside."

Just when Lin Yuan thought she was asleep, she asked softly, "What do you want from me?"

Her voice was pleasant to hear, as clear and cold as empty jade, but after being amplified by the echo, it filled the ears with a lingering sound, clear and gleaming.

Lin Yuan didn't make any detours, and said directly: "Let me ask you, do you want to leave here?"

"here?"

"It's not the black box, it's the city."

"Why should I leave?"

"Why did you stay?"

She stopped talking again, why did she stay?

I don't know, I have nothing anyway, and it doesn't matter where I am.

She is just lazy, too lazy to change the status quo, and she lives day by day.

After a long time, she asked softly, "How are you doing?"

"Come with me, I will take you to see the world."

"I have seen."

"You haven't seen it." She heard the Taoist sigh, as if helpless: "You may be richer than most people, but you really haven't seen the beauty of this world."

"Really?" Ye Qingshuang was indifferent.

"There are not only sufferings in the world, but also the Flower God Festival on the long street in spring, the Lantern Festival night when the lights are dim, and the Qixi Festival when the magpie bridge meets."

"It's all about the living, what does it have to do with me?"

"I haven't seen anything, don't you regret it? Let's take a step back, I give up persuading you to reincarnate, you take a step and go see the scenery I mentioned, okay?" Lin Yuan's voice was very gentle, with a coaxing tone , as if facing a three-year-old girl.

But she didn't appreciate it, and asked coldly, "So what can I do after seeing it?"

She was really wondering, so what if she saw it?

"Maybe it can't be done, but it's better than this black and linen box." After a pause, he continued: "Of course, you probably don't care if it looks good or not, but you have to know that you are sick."

Ye Qingshuang blinked in the dark, feeling a little strange about this statement: "How can you get sick without a body?"

"You have a heart disease. Doctors who specialize in heart disease call it depression. The accompanying obvious symptoms are disillusionment. You don't care about the world or even life, and you lose all interest."

"If you have a body, you will still suffer from insomnia or drowsiness, palpitations, tremors, loss of appetite, difficulty breathing, memory loss, and your physical fitness is getting worse—"

Her eyes became sore unconsciously when she heard the symptoms one by one fit her before she was alive. This disease really seemed to be tailor-made for her.

"Enough." She interrupted harshly.

"Aren't you really curious about the world in the eyes of normal people?"

Curious, she knew for the first time that she was a patient.

When I was alive, I found that I seemed to be different from others.

The little maid will happily call friends to share when she gets the snacks, Fleur will happily show off when she steals her things, and her father will happily throw a family banquet when he takes advantage of the business.

Only myself, I don't know what it feels like to be happy, I just pretend that a normal person will behave.

She once heard the little maids talking in private, saying that she is easy to serve, doesn't lose her temper randomly, unlike the eldest lady who is unruly, but she is inhumane and can't get close to her.

But she is sick, like a walking corpse, and she doesn't even have normal emotions, so how can she get close to others?
The importance of friendship, the warmth of family affection, and the lingering love, she has only read in books, and she recognizes the feelings abstractly depicted by lines of black and white words, but she cannot empathize with them.

"I have learned a lot from a dream of a different world, including some treatments for depression. If you want, come with me, and I will help you cure your illness, okay?"

Lin Yuan opened his palm, and the Ye Mingzhu illuminated the darkness.

"Let's see together, the bright world in the eyes of normal people."

Ye Qingshuang seemed to have a seed called hope sprouting in her heart.

She wants to, try again.

She was curious, what would a normal self be like?

But she said: "The abacus is noisy, I can't help it."

Lin Yuan couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I'll lose everything and change it for you."

　Dear children, don't take the depression into account, but if those symptoms do occur in your body, you must see a psychiatrist.If there are depression patients around you, don’t treat them differently, don’t repeatedly emphasize or be curious, and don’t tell others that you just can’t think about it and are hypocritical. Depression is really a disease and you need to take medicine. If you don’t know how to help, it’s normal Just get along.I hope everyone is healthy and healthy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)