After hearing my words, the ragged beggar just smiled with his white teeth, but still stopped me.
I was a little unhappy and said with a frown.
"I know you're hungry, I know you're pitiful, but I really don't have any money."
The beggar shook his head: "I don't believe it. You rich people are the best at lying. You obviously brought money, but you said you didn't. You obviously have food, but you won't give it to me."
I was speechless and pointed at the school uniform on my body.
"Open your eyes and see clearly. I am just a poor student. Where is the rich person?"
The beggar still refused to let me go, and the expression on his face became weird.
He suddenly said in a faint tone: "Then if you don't have money, take me home. Let me eat and drink before I leave. Isn't this too much to ask?"
After he said this, I fell silent.
Then she stared at him with wide eyes and smiled too.
I said, "It's a bit troublesome for you to make excuses. You won't let me leave without giving you money, and you have to follow me to the front of the house? Okay, okay. If you insist on going back with me, just leave."
Begging for mouth means "beggar" in Sichuan and Chongqing dialects.
When the beggar heard this, he rubbed his dirty hands and looked a little proud. He kept nodding his head: "Did you say this yourself? You can't go back on it."
I smiled and replied in a very serious tone: "Don't worry, you absolutely can't go back on your word. Of course, you asked to go to my house for dinner, so you can't go back on your word."
The beggar smiled and shook his head and waved his hands, saying that of course he would not regret it.
So, he followed me and walked into the town together.
Along the way, the beggar didn't speak and seemed very silent.
I was also thinking about the important things these days, and thinking about the results of the monthly exam the day after tomorrow, I was under great pressure, so I didn't have time to pay attention to him.
After walking for about ten minutes, we entered the street where the coffin shop was. Almost there.
Several street lights here were broken recently, and it was so dark that it was difficult to see the road clearly.
Except for Lao Cao's coffin shop, which was open for business and lived in it, the surrounding area was surrounded by shops. It is open during the day and not occupied at night.
It only affects one person, so the power company in the town is not that active. Repairs are very slow and it took a week to complete.
The efficiency in the late 1990s was not as good as it is now. And there are indeed very few people in the Electric Power Bureau. Anyway, I feel like there are only two electrical maintenance men in the entire Lianghe Town, and they all look familiar to me.
What's more, it actually didn't have much impact on me and Lao Cao, so we didn't bother with it. Let’s wait for their electric power bureau to take their time!
I was thinking about various things as I walked towards the coffin shop on the dark street.
At this time, the beggar who had been following me silently suddenly spoke.
He said to me in a strange tone.
"That... young man, let me ask you something. It's all in the dark, there's not even a light. How do you see the road? Aren't you worried about falling if you walk like this?"
I answered him very calmly as I walked.
"It's so dark. Didn't you, a scoundrel, walk well without falling? I still live here and I'm very familiar with the road conditions. It's your first time here, so you can walk pretty well even if you can't see the road."
The beggar said: "It's different, we are different. I am...wait!"
He suddenly stopped, and then said loudly in a very surprised tone: "Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is wrong with you. I won't eat the food in your house, and I won't go back with you. I'm leaving, I'm leaving." "
As the beggar said this, he turned around and wanted to leave.
I sneered again and again: "Hehehe, you want to leave now? It's too late. I met you on the roadside just now. You didn't believe me when I said I didn't have any money. I said I wanted to go home in a hurry, and you even offered to come back with me for dinner. I I’ve led you all the way here, why are you regretting it again?”
While speaking, I reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Suddenly, a cold feeling passed along his fingers.
The beggar's skin had no warmth, like a piece of ice or rotten wood.
But as soon as my thoughts changed, my Dantian moved, and a trace amount of "Qi" came out from my fingertips. The cold feeling disappeared instantly, and my hand held the beggar's wrist tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.
"Oh, let go, let me go!"
The beggar panicked and struggled desperately.
But no matter what, you just can't break free from my hand.
"Come on, come back with me for dinner!"
I ignored his struggle and dragged him to the coffin store.
How strong can a thin old beggar be?
And it was only twenty or thirty meters away from the coffin shop, so I quickly reached the door.
The lights were still on in the room, and Lao Cao was still making his huanghuali wood coffin—a really big business, he would definitely have to put a lot of energy into it.
I grabbed the beggar’s hand, stood outside the door, and called him.
"Old Cao, I'm back."
Probably because he was a little frustrated by my tone, Lao Cao stopped what he was doing. He said teasingly, raising his head.
"Isn't it difficult? I'm just asking you, do you want me to help you? Anyway, I'm old and carefree, so I'm not afraid of getting involved in your karma... I'm sorry! What's going on, why are you still dragging me? What's the point of bringing a scoundrel back? This kind of starving ghost is weak and unlucky. Why would you catch one and take it home? Don't say you want to engage in evil cultivating and controlling ghosts. If your master knows about it, I'm afraid he will To clear the door.”
Lao Cao stared at the beggar I held on to in surprise.
I pursed my lips: "My master will not expel me from the school. She said that in our lineage, there are no taboos and unscrupulous ways to do things. We only ask our own hearts and ignore others. But, I happen to be a good person. , I don’t want to engage in evil ways.”
As I said that, I patted the beggar on the shoulder and asked him, "Did I forcefully arrest you?"
Now that things have come to this, this beggar is not a fool. Of course he knows that he has hit a brick wall!
Immediately he looked sad and shook his head quickly: "No, no, how can the Taoist regard a lonely ghost like me? I was blinded by lard, and I wanted to beg for a bite of food from the Taoist, but... …”
He...or should I say it, couldn't go on.
That's right!
This guy is not a human at all, but a ghost.
He is a beggar—a lonely monster that turns into a beggar after he dies of cold and hunger.
It can be regarded as a kind of starving ghost. They are relatively weak and not too harmful.
They often stay in the place where they starved to death, doing what they did before they were alive - begging for food.
It's just that he has become a ghost, and he still has some skills.
If people passing by can't come up with the money they need (underworld coins), they will be in trouble. Either I will go back and feel depressed for two or three days, or I will have a minor illness.
Also, they asked me to take them home and have a meal.
Of course, the mouth-talking ghost itself is unlucky and carries bad luck. So if you follow him home and have a meal, it won't harm your family's life.
But in a short period of time, I am afraid that there will be a certain degree of financial loss.
For example, your home is suddenly visited by a thief, your wallet is accidentally lost, etc...
