Driving Out Ghosts in a Dream

I only realized it was a dream when I woke up in the morning. Thinking back carefully, it must have been my Primordial Spirit that chased the ghosts away in the dream.

Normally, when I sleep, I can sense things around me and wake up at any time. Those are all real situations, not dreams.

I figured it was because I already had this ability before, so I sensed other things in the dream and woke up within it.

There was another time when I knew I was dreaming. Why did I know?

Because when I was a teenager, by chance, I had lucid dreams every day. I knew I was dreaming, and then I would play in the dream, fly around, and change my form at will.

I just got addicted later and wanted to sleep and play in dreams during the day, only waking up three or four hours a day. So I got a little scared and would wake myself up every time I entered a dream and go back to sleep. Gradually, I lost this ability, and only occasionally had one or two.

This time, I knew I was dreaming. In the dream, I found a ghost that looked like Chen Haonan causing trouble at my doorstep, constantly shaking my door.

He was messing with the door on the first floor. I kicked the door open and started yelling, "What the f*** is wrong with you? You dare to come into my dream?"

"Sword, come!"

I originally wanted to summon the sword from upstairs like in the novels and then beat him up. I shouted twice, but it didn't work. Damn it! I remembered practicing it in my dreams, and it used to work. I don't know why it failed.

So I asked my girlfriend to get it for me.

Who would have thought this Chen Haonan would be so dishonorable?

I was careless at the time and didn't dodge. I smiled.

He suddenly attacked me, a sneak attack! Bang! A right whip kick, bang! A left front kick, bang! A series of five kicks, just testing the waters, I didn't hit him.

Receive! Deflect! Release!

Later, we leaped to the roof of the second floor and fought fiercely.

At this moment, my girlfriend came out and threw the sword to me. I grabbed the sword and started slashing.

When Chen Haonan saw how fierce I was with the sword in my hand, he was like a completely different person.

If the me before I got the sword felt like a master to him, then the me with the sword was a master among masters, known as the "super master."

After more than ten rounds, Chen Haonan was so battered that he couldn't fight back. Even some strands of his effeminate, handsome long hair were cut off by me.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he didn't continue fighting. He turned and jumped off the roof to run.

Damn it, speaking of which, am I someone who cultivates Buddhism and understands the Dao that these guys can just come and go as they please?

If I don't let him get to know me today, speaking of which, then in the future, any Tom, Dick, or Harry will come to my place to show off. How annoying would that be?

"Little thief! Don't run! This old man will fight you for three hundred rounds!"

I chased him for more than two miles.

I have to say, his combat power wasn't that strong, but his escape speed was really impressive.

I chased him like crazy, but I couldn't catch him.

Fine, no more chasing. If I chase any further, it will delay my rest. I have to go to work tomorrow morning.

Even though this is a dream, getting tossed around in a dream for too long makes you tired when you wake up!

Many times, when I didn't realize I was dreaming, I would be extremely tired after waking up.

"F*** your mother! If you dare to come to my house again, I'll break your legs!"

I cursed at him furiously from behind, not knowing if that bastard could hear me.

Anyway, I didn't want to chase anymore.

I felt like there was a splash of urine in my body, and there was a slight swelling sensation in my lower abdomen, so I woke myself up.

I have to say, that kid really never came back after that.

What I'm telling you now isn't a story, it's something that really happened. It's quite interesting.

Life went on as usual. Half a year later, my cultivation had improved significantly.

One day, in my sleep, my Primordial Spirit went to a nearby factory to eliminate ghosts.

I was very familiar with this factory; it was where I worked daily, mainly producing various automotive electronic components.

The only thing that felt different was that the factory had four floors, and at each elevator entrance, there was a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. The incense seemed to indicate that someone specifically offered incense there every day.

During the day, I already felt something was a bit off. Even if the boss was devout, he wouldn't put a statue on every floor, right?

So, when my Primordial Spirit arrived at the factory, it found many dark, swirling masses floating around the factory. My Primordial Spirit called them wandering souls and wild ghosts.

I had seen human-shaped ghosts before, but this was the first time I had seen these dark, smoky, misty ghosts.

As the saying goes, good and evil can never coexist. If I don't go to hell, who will?

Without a word, I grabbed one with my left hand and stepped on one with my right foot. As usual, I shouted "Sword, come!" Damn it, the sword still didn't fly over.

I casually drew a short sword from my sleeve and, "Pfft! Pfft!" killed one with each strike.

Just as I was having a great time killing them, a black-robed old man suddenly appeared. He reached out to block my sword strike and said, "Fellow Daoist, please show mercy."

I raised an eyebrow and replied in a questioning tone, "Show mercy? Show what mercy? Good and evil can never coexist. As Daoist cultivators, it is our sacred duty to eliminate demons and protect the Dao. Get out of my way!"

"Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist, please show mercy for my sake. These spirits are also innocent. They are all people who died tragically by accident, and they don't want to drift around like this. I hope you can be lenient and spare them a chance to live. Consider it, consider it my owing you a favor, alright?"

If this were any other time, I wouldn't be so unreasonable. And what the old man said wasn't entirely wrong. These lingering spirits weren't their choice; it was caused by special circumstances.

But looking at the countless black masses drifting inside and outside the building, I knew I couldn't leave them. Otherwise, even if they didn't want to, due to the fundamental difference between humans and ghosts, the spirits would passively affect the bodies of the living. If something were to happen, it would be too late.

So, without giving the old man any face, "Stop wasting words, get out of my way quickly. This poor Daoist won't deal with them today. If they cause a great disaster in the future and the higher-ups blame me, who will be responsible? You?"

The old man gritted his teeth, seemingly making a huge decision.

"I'll take responsibility if something happens!"

Seeing the old man's persistence, I wanted to give him some face, but I knew the severity of the consequences. So I still said forcefully:

"You'll take responsibility? You can't take responsibility for shit! Get out of the way, damn it!"

After pushing the old man aside, I prepared to act.

Unexpectedly, this old man was no ordinary person and directly started fighting me.

I thought to myself, I am a dignified heavenly prodigy, a peerless sword immortal who achieved enlightenment through self-cultivation. How could I possibly lose to an old man like you?

Guess what? Damn it, I actually couldn't beat him. After only a dozen exchanges, I felt I wasn't the old man's match. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt the old man wasn't using his full strength and was just stalling me. Meanwhile, I had only recently achieved enlightenment and my strength wasn't as high as described in immortal cultivation novels. I really couldn't win and was helpless.

In the end, I had to compromise, but I still had to put on a brave face.

"Hmph! Old man, I'm only giving you face today! If anyone else dared to stop me like this, I would have broken their legs long ago."

The old man seemed to know I was just bluffing and didn't bother with me, simply cupping his hands with a smile.

It was his way of saying thank you.

This incident happened just a month ago, and as expected, someone really died in the factory.