The next day, I got up and was about to go downstairs. When I turned around and saw the bed, I was immediately stunned.
My sheets were replaced with white sheets at some point!
I haven't changed my bed sheets myself. Ji Canghai is very neurotic, and Xiao Bai is even more heartless. It's impossible for him to change my sheets.
Is it Uncle Ya?
In an instant, I dismissed the idea.
The most taboo for those traveling in the world is to wear white mattresses, as if they were going to a funeral.
Suddenly, an electric current flashed through my head.
Then I reached over and touched the white cloth with my hand, and it felt a little grainy.
It's gauze!
I immediately remembered the dream I had last night. The man in white in the dream was wearing this kind of fabric!
Could it be that the man in white was here last night?
In other words, the man in white stayed in my room, and I didn't know it yet!
The emergence of this idea shocked me into a cold sweat.
I didn't dare to be rude, so I said hello to Uncle Ya and went straight to the Taoist temple closest to me.
I have been to this Taoist temple before. The Taoist temple is very orthodox, but unfortunately, the quality of the Taoist priests is not good enough.
After entering the temple, I performed the Ziwu Jue on Master Zhike.
I didn't dare to beat around the bush and said bluntly: "I passed this place on the path and encountered trouble. I would like to ask for a handful of three-color soil."
Master Zhike hesitated for a moment: "This is an important matter, and we need to ask the master to make a decision."
The so-called three-color soil refers to the dust on the roof of Taoist temples, the incense ashes in front of the statues, and the dirt on the soles of Taoist priests' shoes.
Even though it was just three kinds of soil, the Taoist temple would not give it easily.
I silently prayed to my ancestor to bless me, but I must not make any mistakes.
The leader has a kind face, a white beard and a white face, and his silver hair is pulled into a neat bun, giving him a proper air of a master.
As soon as we met, I cried about being poor and miserable, and almost burst into tears.
The leader thought that he was from the same sect, and the encounter was so miserable, so he didn't say anything and asked people to prepare.
After thanking the boss again and again, I rushed back to the teahouse with Sansetu.
I mixed the three colors of soil together, added a ladle of glutinous rice milk, and mixed them into dumplings.
This thing has a particularly auspicious name, Bao Ping An.
This is something that can invigorate people with weak yang energy, but I can only treat it like a dead horse.
If it works, let’s try it!
I hid the bag safely under the threshold and stuffed the rest into my shoes.
After doing all this, I felt at ease.
I hope you are safe, and that you can keep me safe.
During the day, my stall is as popular as ever, with long queues of people asking for divination, and the momentum of the scene is comparable to that of a small Taoist temple.
However, I couldn't help but slip away and look to the left corner from time to time.
At the corner, will there be a weirdo wearing a raincoat, secretly sizing me up?
On this day, everything was as peaceful as before.
The man in the coir raincoat was like a dream and never appeared.
I did some counting at night and found that each person could get almost 500 yuan.
This number is my only comfort during these frightening days.
But at night, I just didn't dare to sleep.
I'm worried that the three-colored soil cannot stop the man in white, and he will appear silently.
But the less I want to sleep, the more intense the sleepiness becomes.
In the dream, I saw him again.
This time, I was still in the bamboo forest, but I was very close to him.
He lowered his head, holding an ocarina in his hand, and played notes I couldn't understand.
An instrument like the ocarina should sound very melodious, but the tone coming out of his mouth made me shudder.
And the ghost baby was hanging on the tree by him, with the bloody whip marks clearly exposed in the air.
"Whoosh!"
I just felt my feet loosen up, and my whole body was instantly hung next to the ghost baby.
I clearly felt the pain in my ankle.
After playing the song, the man in white slowly raised his head. His whole body was wrapped in white gauze, only his two eyes were exposed.
Those eyes were piercing, and the moment he looked at me, I trembled violently.
The last time I saw this look, it was from Lao Lin's falcon.
"You want to stop me if you want to break ground?"
This was the first time he opened his mouth, and his voice was so soft that I couldn't even tell the difference between male and female.
I was hung on the bamboo, and my brain felt congested, making it difficult to speak.
At this moment, my body felt like electricity.
Just now, I felt pain, and now I feel discomfort again.
So, this is not a dream!
The man in white crossed his legs and stared at me: "You were blessed, but you chose to die!"
"Now that I'm about to die, I still don't know how to repent!"
