If people are convinced of the existence of ghosts, their fear of death will be much weaker.
Li Changan is not afraid of death.
Not only are I not afraid, I also have many ideas.
When he was alive, he often thought that he had little merit and would not suffer in hell after death.
reincarnation? That is absolutely not true. In troubled times, people are worse than dogs. He would rather be a dead ghost in the City of Wasted Death. Maybe with his past fate, he can get a job in the underworld.
But he never imagined that he would encounter the current situation: a cold mist rose on the river, and a mournful sound was heard in the night wind. The monk lay like a dead body at his feet. The child in his arms woke up and cried weakly. Was it because he was tired? cold? hungry? Still sick? The Taoist priest didn't know. He only knew that no matter how hard he coaxed him, he couldn't coax him. He was at a loss for a while.
What else to do? I'm just a ghost.
I looked up at the sky speechlessly, the moon and stars were sparse in the sky.
He wanted to take the bowl of Yuehua to relieve his fatigue, but his hand was empty, and then he remembered that all the things on his body were thrown into the river with his body. As for where exactly was it washed away by the river? My mind was so blurred that I couldn't remember it at all.
correct.
And donkeys.
The donkey is gone too.
well.
Tough luck!
But it was no use keeping a frown on his face. He straightened his mood and prepared to find a doctor in a crowded place. Footsteps came from the wind, and the woman who had been scared away came back.
Her steps were very fast, but she stopped a long way away. The black cat jumped out and screamed at the Taoist priest, while she herself gasped for air and held up two yellow talismans.
As a ghost, his eyes become even more powerful at night.
By the moonlight, Li Changan could clearly see the runes on the paper. The workmanship was crude and the spiritual light contained was sparse. One was the "Children's Alarm Talisman", which was used to prevent babies from crying at night for no reason, and the other was the "General Talisman". It's for zombies.
The Taoist priest didn't understand what she wanted to do by holding these two talismans.
"Brother Ghost."
Oh~ It's calling me. Li Changan is not used to the identity of ghosts yet.
"I don't know what your relationship is with this child, but looking at the way you take care of her, I guess you also care about this child very much."
When the woman spoke, her words were trembling, and she didn't dare to look directly at Li Changan. She looked at him from the corner of her eye. She didn't know why or where she got the courage to stay here.
Li Changan was afraid of scaring her, so he did not act rashly and listened to her continue.
"But you also know that the child's cheeks are red. It's probably because he caught a cold and has a fever. The baby's bones are weak. If he doesn't get treatment quickly and the root cause of the disease is not revealed, he may still..."
She paused.
"My little girl's surname is He, and she is called Fifth Sister. Although I am a woman, I also have some medical skills, and I am also the director of the Salesian Hospital in Yuhang City. You should know that the Salesian Hospital was set up by the government to adopt abandoned babies. orphan."
Saying that, He Wumei took a deep breath and finally dared to raise her head and look directly. Fortunately, the ghost opposite looked like a living person, not as evil and monstrous as in the story, so she felt more courageous.
"If Brother Ghost is willing to trust me, why not leave the child to my care."
After saying that, He Wumei was pounding in her heart, fearing that the ghost opposite would be angry and appear to be bleeding from all her orifices. However, when the other person slowly came over with the child in his arms, she saw that the appearance of the "water ghost" opposite was not only not scary, but He has a slender and strong figure. Although he is not very handsome, his eyes are clear and his smile is gentle. Unknowingly, the uneasiness in his heart gradually lets go.
So when she took over the child, she didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, she carefully picked off the reed flowers on the child on the spot, then took out a swaddling cloth from her arms and wrapped it carefully.
"Babies' skin is delicate and the velvet is too hard. It will easily lead to rashes if left on for a long time."
After doing all this, she should have left, but before leaving, she glanced at Li Changan.
The Taoist priest was squatting in front of the monk, his eyes empty.
A dead Taoist priest who looks like a living person, and a living monk who looks like a dead person complement each other perfectly.
By some strange coincidence:
"The wall next to the Salesian Hospital is the Pharmacy Bureau. The doctor in the Bureau, Dr. Lu, is kind and kind..."
…………
The desert is full of grass and the wild wind blows.
The woman led the lamp in front, and the black cat and the ghost followed behind.
Li Changan was a considerate and good ghost, and he took the initiative to start a conversation, and the woman responded carefully. As they went back and forth, they gradually became familiar with each other, and they gradually started to talk happily, telling the story from the ghost teahouse to worshiping the bridge god.
The Salesian House is not far from the river beach.
He said "there is a baby hidden in the statue of the Dragon King" and arrived in front of the Salesian Hospital.
It was a group of low and dilapidated buildings next to a few thin fields, with the looming outline of Yuhang City in the distance.
He Wumei opened the door and called the Taoist priest to come in.
"What a cruel father. I think the wizard who bewitched him may also have something fishy."
"Yes, the wizard's true form is actually a snake..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Then there was a loud "pop" sound.
He Wumei turned around in surprise, and all she could see were wild trees and grass dancing under the moonlight. Li Changan, who was talking along the way, was nowhere to be seen. There was only a monk and a bronze sword on the ground.
The cold wind stirred up the white hair and sweat on my face, and all kinds of bedside stories suddenly came to my mind.
He Wumei shivered and quickly retreated into the door.
But it didn't take long.
She carefully leaned out again, glanced left and right, and then quickly dragged the monk into the yard.
Snapped!
Closed the door.
…
Night Breeze whimpered a few more times.
Li Changan slowly emerged from the wind.
He tried to approach the door, and a white light suddenly appeared in his eyes. Two majestic generals appeared in the light, holding weapons and glaring at him.
But in fact, these two door gods didn't have much charm, and the white light protecting the house was no stronger than a thin wooden board in his eyes.
The Taoist priest was new to ghost work and had little experience. He had just bumped into it. By the time he reacted, it was already too late. This would have destroyed the aura of the guardian of the Salesian Home, so he had to disperse his body in a hurry.
The monk and the baby were still inside, and the Taoist priest couldn't let go, but he couldn't get in and could only scratch his head outside the wall.
At this time, the lights were lit in the courtyard wall, and shouts, noises, cries, coughs, and cat meows sounded in a chaotic manner, followed by He Wumei's scolding, and the rest of the sounds were suppressed at the same time, leaving only He Wumei's Voice Solo.
So Li Changan pressed against the wall and followed her voice.
Wait until the sound stops.
There was no movement in the courtyard.
The Taoist priest's mind moved, and his soul rose like smoke. He just passed the wall and stopped hastily.
The cold wind is like a knife, not a metaphor.
The higher it rises, the sharper the night wind becomes. The cold wind is like a thin knife, cutting repeatedly around the soul. He suspected that if it were higher or the wind was colder, he would be able to peel off a ring of "skin" from himself on the spot.
Tonight I finally tasted the pain of being a lonely ghost.
He didn't dare to stay in the wind any longer.
He hid in the canopy of a big tree nearby, exposed his eyes slightly higher than the top of the wall, and looked inside.
…
The location is opposite a small, half-open window.
In the room, a rickety old man wearing a coat was diagnosing the monk's pulse, while He Wumei stood beside him with her hands down.
a long time.
The old man stroked his beard and thought for a while, then said to He Wumei:
"The little baby's illness is easy to say. It's just a common cold, just pick up some ephedra soup. But this monk is in trouble. In my opinion, it should be the Leaving Soul Syndrome!"
"Huh? It shouldn't be... Mr. Lu, you are making fun of me again."
"Haha~ I tried a little trick, but your little girl's fox tail was exposed, right? Couldn't you see that the monk was suffering from soul-losing syndrome? If it weren't for those stubborn people in the medical practice, with your medical skills... …”
"Mr. Lu!"
"That's all. If you don't want to say it, just don't say it. Don't worry, you can use whatever I have in the pharmacy."
"Thank you, Mr. Lu."
"No need to say thank you. I rely on you to take care of my old bones."
"But I still have to remind you."
"Mr. Lu, please speak."
The old man said sincerely: "I know you are kind-hearted, but you can't show your kindness indiscriminately. It's okay for the little boy to accept it, but this monk is suffering from amnesia. As long as the soul does not come back, the body will gradually die." You also know that medicines are all unwanted items from various pharmacies. Even if you reluctantly pick up a few doses of Fuyang Decoction with Aconite, the efficacy of the medicine will be of no use to the man who suffers from the disease. If you want to really hang his life, you must use it. Ginseng is used as "Huanyang Decoction", but how can you cook such a rich recipe without spending dozens of taels? In these years, the Salesian Home has been maintained by your hard work, so where can you find the spare money for such kindness? "
He Wumei was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled lightly.
"Hey, when I was studying medicine, it would have been great if I had studied Zhu Youke as well."
"What? You girl still want to help the monk summon spirits?"
"Not only that, I heard that the Ruan family in Wenshufang is hiring someone to cure ghosts, and they are offering a price of 100 taels. If I understand Zhu Youke and get a reward of 100 taels of silver, I can add some meat to the children's bowls, and every day A person can buy a pair of shoes and a bowl, but the tiled roof in the west wing is always leaking and should have been repaired long ago..."
She talked a lot.
Mr. Lu sighed after hearing this.
"In Yuhang City, it is indeed better to manage ghosts well than to manage people well."
When he was done, he shook his head and brought the topic back.
"Wuniang, listen to me. You can't cure the monk. Send him to the Monk Council tomorrow."
"Isn't that the same as leaving him in a mass grave?"
"If the Buddha refused to save the monk, why should you save him?"
"Monks are good people."
"Good guy? Who said that? That water ghost? Do you believe that nonsense?"
"This monk is different from the monks in the city."
"That's true." The old man looked at Fa Yan repeatedly with a surprised look on his face, "All the monks in the city are shiny and fat, but this monk is like an old bamboo basket that has been repaired and broken. No matter how hard you are, it’s surprising that you can survive to this day.”
"Maybe it's because of the profound Buddhist teachings?"
"Buddhism? Haha!"
The conversation gradually faded away, the lights in the courtyard were turned off, and the house became quiet again.
…
After a while.
The door opened slightly again.
He Wumei hesitated at the door for a while, and finally went out to pick up the bronze sword on the ground, and came to a sheltered corner near the big tree where Li Changan was hiding.
She laid out the copper sword, put a bowl of white rice on it, inserted incense candles, and then burned the paper while persuading Li Changan to reincarnate peacefully, and that she would take good care of the baby girl. She is a sincere person and does not lie to ghosts. She only said to the monk that she would do her best to heal him.
Li Changan didn't intend to scare others, so he waited patiently for her to leave before coming down.
It was strange that he hadn't felt it before, but it wasn't until he smelled the scent of incense that he realized that he was tired and hungry.
He quickly came to the bowl and took a sip.
The incense candle burned quickly, and the white rice in the bowl turned cold, hard, dry and yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then he picked up the copper sword - this was not his side sword, but the dragon-slaying sword. He gathered a lot of dead leaves around it, found a weed pile, dug in, and buried himself with leaves.
His eyes were left staring at the sky.
The moon in the sky is as big as a bucket.
How did you die? Li Changan couldn't remember. The memory only stays at the moment when the peak of the flood arrives.
The only image in my mind is vaguely of a small boat in the vast waves.
Fa Yan: "Master Taoist, please protect the Dharma body for the poor monk."
Taoist priest: "Okay."
Nothing else.
Li Changan grabbed a handful of leaves and covered his eyes.
In short, the world is unpredictable, no matter what the future is? Let’s talk after you wake up.
