Chapter 104 This is a ghost (13) After the man returned, the little...

After the man went back, Xiao Zhen had already returned home. He lay down and kept thinking about what had happened in the past few days. His head hurt more and more, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

A few days later, Xiao Zhen brought news from Zhang Youcha. This time, he was willing to go to the well together. Last time, it was he who brought the vines, which almost killed the man. If the man still wanted to go, Zhang Youcha was willing to go with him.

Xiao Zhen once again asked Azha seriously, "Azha, do you really want to go again?"

Aza touched his peach wood sword and said, "Why not go."

After resting his muscles, he actually found this matter interesting.

It was the first time he had seen a stone that could move.

The well water tasted sweet and delicious to everyone, but it was sour and smelly to him, and he was almost entangled to death by the vines.

Either someone is trying to play a trick on him, or someone wants to kill him.

He raised his head and looked at Xiao Zhen, who had been by his side all these days. "I'll be fine, don't worry."

Zhang Youcha also needs to make some preparations.

Since the vines were risky, he prepared some other items and drew a few exorcism charms.

He wanted to communicate with the stone and ask who the owner behind it was. He was good at communicating with spiritual creatures. As long as the big stone was obedient, he would not do anything to the spiritual creature.

But if there is a bigger backer behind it... Aza might be in trouble.

Aza didn't think so much.

Or rather, he deliberately didn't think too deeply about it. He would meet each stone as it came, peeling off each stone like peeling skin. In the end, there had to be a point: either he would die or the stone would die.

He asked someone to buy him a piece of fine crystal stone. He didn't tell anyone and put it on his body. It was a piece of white crystal that was neither too big nor too small. It was crystal clear, as if it was made of condensed water droplets.

A few days later, he ate a lot of radishes again...

The villain was afraid of farts... He secretly collected a lot of farts, stored them in a bag, sealed the mouth, and waited until the critical moment, he would puncture the bag and beat the villain to death with a fart.

Zuihua watched him working hard with a bag against his butt, feeling curious, and whispered to Liu Binghai, "Guizhi, what is he doing?"

He could hardly help laughing.

This man used to be very handsome, but now he looks as funny as a clown. No one knows what evil tricks he is performing.

Liu Binghai looked at her without saying anything. Aza had a good memory and a good brain, so it was worth her going with him.

After accumulating a bag of smelly farts, he felt that it was not smelly enough, so he ate a few handfuls of beans. Now, even Zuihua felt that she could not stay in this room.

Villains are afraid of farts. They themselves are villains. Although they are not hungry, villains generally refer to anything that is not very clean. Zuihua smelled the fart and couldn't stand it. She felt dizzy and almost died, so she quickly floated out of the man's house.

Liu Binghai chased after him, "You haven't practiced the Dharma Protector Scripture I taught you properly, have you?"

She did teach him, but he didn't practice and just liked to watch the fun.

"I've practiced." Zuihua prevaricated as she floated towards Liu Weiya's house. Liu Weiya's house had become their permanent residence. It would be nice to be able to settle down there forever, Zuihua thought.

Seeing that man offering sacrifices to Guizhi regularly, he was very envious. If someone could also offer sacrifices to him, it would be great. He could also practice faster and have a good place to go. He would not be destroyed or bullied by villains. No... No... When Guizhi found a home in the future, he would just become a soldier for that wizard and be in his incense burner. It would be better than being helpless outside. The world is so chaotic. Without Guizhi, he would definitely be bullied.

As he thought about this and calculated his future, he felt a little bitter and aggrieved.

Thinking about the future she had designed, she couldn't help but sigh. When she floated to the street corner, Zuihua saw a scene, suddenly stopped, and looked ahead eagerly.

There was a woman burning paper at the street corner. It was none other than Zuihua's wife, Jinxiu.

She burned large-denomination paper money for the dead, and while doing so she cried and chanted, telling Zuihua to be good over there and stop being a drunkard. The money was not enough for him to drink, so he could only have some snacks, and she told him to live frugally.

Zuihua felt very uncomfortable. He was dead, but his wife still burned paper for him. There were people who cared about him and worshipped him. He was not a lonely ghost. Someone was burning paper for him!

Woo woo woo, he was so touched that his wife still cared about him.

Zuihua felt mixed emotions and felt ashamed when recalling many of her past mistakes.

He vowed to be a good ghost and live up to Jinxiu's expectations.

Jinxiu continued to sing for a long time, which made Zuihua's eyes fill with tears. After she finished singing, a man came over from the corner of the street.

The man had just been watching Jinxiu burning paper.

"Is it finished?" he asked softly.

Jinxiu nodded and wiped away her tears. She had suffered with this man all her life, and now she was finally free.

She wiped her tears and said to the ashes on the ground, "Zuihua, I'm fine now. I've found a new man. You can live a peaceful life over there. Don't worry about us. I've suffered for you all my life, and now I want to enjoy life. But don't worry, he treats me and the child well, and the child has no objections. We are just ordinary companions, living together. You just take care of yourself over there, that's all."

After saying this, Jinxiu wiped her tears for a long time, then pulled the man's arm and left.

Only Zuihua was left staring at each other.

The wife has found a new lover and doesn't want him anymore...

He is now officially a ghost...

I was stunned for a moment...

Wow... Zuihua burst into tears, as loud as the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

Ghosts have no tears or snot, but they can still emit signals and magnetic fields at the same frequency as snot and tears.

Liu Binghai watched him patiently as he cried so loudly that it was almost enough to bring the house down.

I thought, stupid x, I made it difficult for you to live a good life...

Zuihua stood at the entrance of this alley and cried all the tears in her life.

No one will take care of him in the future, his wife is not his own, and his child calls someone else his father. He just decided to be a good ghost, but now he might as well be reduced to ashes!

He was howling, it really sounded like a ghost. Liu Binghai waited patiently for him to finish crying. He vomited his grievances for a long time before taking him back to Liu Weiya's house.

Zuihua's face was wrinkled all the way, with all the facial features squeezed together, as if she was being torn apart and swallowed up, unable to relax at all.

Until I saw an acquaintance at Liu Weiya's door.

The wizard was knocking on Liu Weiya's door.

One, two, three times.

The door opened, and the wizard went in after they said something.

Liu Binghai and Zuihua took a look at each other and quickly floated in together.

He won’t come and tell men that there is a ghost in their house and help them exorcise it!

…

The mage walked into Liu Weiya's house, and Liu Binghai heard him ask the man if there was anything unusual at home recently.

Her heart tightened, thinking that this wizard would not come to complain for his own performance and then forcibly put her into the incense burner.

The man's heart tightened, he looked around and said, "What do you mean?"

The man was very cautious, wondering if the wizard had sensed something. Could it be that there was an evil spirit in his yard that was difficult to conceal?

The master said bluntly, "I received a bunch of incense today, which led me to your place. If there is any unrest in your family or someone has passed away recently, please tell me the truth."

The man's heart exploded.

Did such a small matter in his family alarm the gods in heaven? He even received guidance from incense.

He had no idea that this mage and Zhang Guizhi had already met. Thunder exploded in his heart three times, "I..."

What would happen if he told the truth? At this moment, he was so uneasy that he didn't know what to do.

"I am indeed a little uneasy, but I have already..."

The mage saw the offerings for Zhang Guizhi placed on the altar, and it seemed that he was already resolving the feud.

The master smiled and said, "It seems you are resolving it. As long as you are resolving it, that's good. I am here to remind you that if you have any unresolved grudges with old friends, you must pay long-term respects. If you feel any guilt, it is best to repent frequently. I wish you to quickly resolve this grudge and find peace of mind and body."

The man nodded nervously and carefully. The master took out a bundle of incense and handed it to the man, saying, "It's your personal matter, so I can't ask about it, but I would like to remind you that you can light three sticks of incense at the beginning of each month. If you find it inconvenient to worship, you can also place the offering in the hall so that the soul of the deceased can have a place to rest.

Oh my god, are they going to put her in the incense burner? Liu Binghai's heart was in his throat.

The man took the incense, as if he suddenly understood its meaning: "Worshiping each other can bring peace to the soul."

"Yes." said the mage.

"Where should I put it?" the man asked again.

The mage smiled and said, "She will have her own destination in heaven, on earth, and in the afterlife. You bless her and pray for her. This is your good fortune. When her soul finds a place to rest in, she will thank you."

The man felt relieved after hearing what he said, and almost burst into tears. "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

In the past, he would have thought that the person was a liar and would have kicked the person out, but now he didn't dare to do that. He looked at Zhang Guizhi's altar respectfully, waiting for the day when he could live peacefully with Liu Weiya.

It seems that the wizard is here to bless him, Liu Binghai thought.

The wizard didn't say much to the man and left. When he passed by Liu Binghai, he glanced at her.

It even has a sense of "divine help".

The mage floated away, and the man's expression became even more respectful.

Zuihua was so envious and felt sad.

Guizhi now has a man who worships her regularly and a mage to help her, but her wife has remarried.

He was so sad that no one would burn paper for him anymore.

From now on he will be a real wandering ghost.

He started crying again...

You don't know until you compare. It's shocking. But who told him that he was a drunkard in the past and couldn't even protect his wife and children.

Woo woo woo... I'm so sad... Zuihua pounded his chest and muttered several words of the spell that Liu Binghai gave him in his heart.

That is to help him practice.

As he read on, the bitterness in his heart actually lessened a little.

Perhaps this was his fate, he sighed.

Then, as if he had made a decision, he said to Liu Binghai, "Guizhi, I want to get rid of that big rock."

…

Midsummer nights are always hot enough that a single breeze can blow all the slime off your body into the pond next door.

It was still spring when she crossed the drifting ice sea, and the spring willow leaves swayed the cheongsam on her body. But in the blink of an eye, it was almost the summer solstice, and the cheongsam fell to her ankles, and on her feet were the white-soled cloth shoes that Guizhi had worn before her death.

She stayed at Aza's house and observed him meticulously.

Aza has accumulated a lot of shit.

I watched him work very hard to collect the farts into different bags. After he had accumulated several bags, he carefully put them into the cabinet and kept them for future use.

Zuihua was reciting scriptures with great bitterness and hatred. He had lost his wife and children and became a complete wild ghost. He wanted to practice well.

There is motivation only when there is crisis... Liu Binghai thought as he looked at him.

Every time in the middle of the night, Zuihua would hide in the yard of Azha's house and recite scriptures. Scenes of the past would come to his mind. The days he had seen and had not seen about his wife kept turning around in his mind like a deity visiting him.

His wife washed clothes, cooked for him, and made soup for him. He was drunk as a skunk, and his wife helped him lie down on the bed. His body was as heavy as a mountain, and his wife's eyes were as heavy as a mountain too.

Zuihua chanted the sutra over and over again, and thought of the man she had seen on the street corner that day. He had stood aside, waiting for his wife to burn paper. After she finished, she slowly came over and put a coat on her. He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he thought he looked honest and simple, and better looking than he was.

Zuihua recited it over and over again, tears streaming down her face, just like the wine that flowed from her lips when she was drunk...

Zuihua just kept reciting, and Aza kept saving...

The day has finally arrived to meet the big rock again.

This time, Zhang Youcha also went along. Before going to see Dashitou, he was led by Xiao Zhen to Azha's house first to look at the mysterious vine.

It was thrown into the basket and lay motionless.

If it doesn't get entangled with him, he won't be able to display any of his skills.

Zhang Youcha nodded and said, "The vines may not be on good terms with you. You should stop using them from now on. Besides, is that entanglement just an illusion you've experienced?"

Aza suddenly felt confused and confused. How could it be his fantasy experience if it was so tight and fierce?

Zhang Youcha laughed. "You also said that the well water you drank was stinking. But what's the truth?"

Aza paused, remaining silent for a long moment. If even this was an illusory experience, then wouldn't he have completely lost touch with reality? What else could he truly experience?

Are this heaven and earth real?

He shook his head. "I don't think so... Besides..."

He thought about it. If his feelings were illusory, then why couldn't he say that other people's feelings were illusory? He could also say the other way around, that those who drank the well water and felt it was sweet were illusory, and that he was the only one in the world who was awake...

When he thought about it, his scalp went numb and he felt a little scared.

It's more terrifying than being attacked by a huge rock.

If he were the only sober person in the world, then he would have no way of distinguishing between what is true and what is false, what is fragrant and what is stinky... In this world, what is true and what is false, what is moral and what is hypocrisy, and are there any moral principles?

Aza thought absentmindedly for a long time.

Zhang Youcha: "What's wrong?"

Aza came back to his senses, feeling lost. "Nothing, I just don't know whether the well water is sweet or strong and smelly."

If people say it smells good, it smells good. If people say it smells bad, it smells bad. Smell good or smell bad is just a word given by people.

What about him?

Is he no longer considered a mortal?

Aza shuddered and woke up from his wild thoughts. He remembered what the wizard had told him that day: Wait until the truth about the grievances with the stone is revealed, and then end this relationship.

He pressed the white crystal stone on his body, exhaled, and clasped his fist towards Zhang Youcha, "Mr. Zhang, please take care of everything."

Night fell again, and I came to the well again.

But the moment Aza arrived here, he suddenly realized why he always came at night and why he didn't wait until early morning.

The yin energy is too strong at night, doesn't it give others an opportunity to take advantage?

In broad daylight, how dare that big rock cause trouble in front of everyone?

If it dared to cause trouble, he would have a reason to unite with everyone to tie up the big stone...

He thought so and pressed Zhang Youcha's arm. "Mr. Zhang, how about we come back during the day?"

During the day, the big rock might be more gentle, and it would have the upper hand even if it came to chatting or talking.

He had already made up his mind, and thought that he had been really stupid in the past few days.

When Zuihua heard this, he became anxious and angry. During the day, he was afraid of the strong sun.

"Now that we're here, why change the date to daytime? How can this happen during the day? What a coward."

Zuihua cursed.

But the victim had already gone far away and could not hear his nagging at all.

Liu Binghai comforted Zuihua, "He will come out again at night."

He can't accomplish anything during the day.

She looked at Zuihua and said, "Wait until the night is over, and in the morning, I will come to see for myself. Your practice is not enough. Find a place to hide."

She expected that the man would return disappointed during the day.

Soon it was morning, and the man and Zhang Youcha came to the well again.

The man fetched a bucket of water, smelled it carefully, and pushed it in front of Zhang Youcha's nose.

Zhang Youcha shook his head.

He also found it sweet, so he pushed it back to the man.

The man scooped a handful of water and put it in front of his nose. This time, when he smelled it, he was shocked.

It doesn’t stink anymore!

It doesn’t stink anymore!

What is going on.

Could it be that after the last fight with Dashitou, he stopped teasing him?

He didn't know whether to be happy or angry. For a moment he even felt a little resentful and felt that he was being mocked even more.

He hadn't dealt with the big rock yet, but the water was no longer smelly. Who was teasing him like this?

He poured the water back into the well and looked down and shouted.

"Hey!" he shouted.

"Hey!" he shouted again.

There was no movement underwater.

The day passed quietly. People passing by on the street found it strange to see the man shouting at the bottom of the well from time to time. Occasionally, a few people stopped to observe, as if there were some monsters in the well.

Xiao Zhen had something to do today and didn't come, so the man was the only one there.

Suddenly, a partner who knew the whole process was missing. At this moment, he was like a stranger who had dropped into this world, standing completely unfamiliarly next to this well that no longer had a bad smell.

Time passed minute by minute, and Liu Binghai soon felt that her body was melting. At noon, she found a nearby restaurant and went out. When she came out again near dusk, the man was still hanging around there, shouting into the well from time to time, longing for a miracle.

"Hey!" He shouted again towards the bottom of the well.

I don’t know if it was because Zhang Youcha was there or because it was daytime, so it hid.

Or maybe it was because it had already admitted defeat that day...

Aza was a little annoyed.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, it seemed that he had to wait until night to try again.

But since Xiao Zhen was not there, he suddenly felt a little timid.

She was going out of the city to pick up goods today, and he was the one who sent her away. She was a woman, and he didn't want her to follow him all the time. He wanted her to watch him being attacked by a big rock and she couldn't help, and she was injured again. It would not be worth it.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt uneasy.

It would be nice if she could watch from a distance.

The world suddenly became strange, everything was so strange.

The sky gradually darkened and it was finally night.

At night, everything became so clear, the lines in the sky seemed to become clearer, and the outline of the moon slowly emerged. People in the alley went home one after another, and some came to the well to fetch water to go home and cook.

A middle-aged woman came up with a bucket of water, looked at Azha, and asked hesitantly, "Young man, what are you doing here?"

She saw the young man mumbling here for a long time all afternoon, acting crazy and shouting at a well. Could it be that someone in his family fell into the well?

So can we still drink this well water? Is there someone hiding under the well?

"Can I carry away this water?" asked the sister-in-law worriedly.

Aza was stumped by the question.

Thinking that the comings and goings of people in this world might not necessarily be true or false, maybe this sister-in-law was also something he saw in the void, he waved to her and said, "You can take it."

The sister-in-law nodded worriedly, looked at him a few more times, and hurried back home with the well water.

When I got home, I told my old man about a young man who had been shouting by the well all afternoon. I wondered if his child had fallen into the well, or if the young man was so depressed that he wanted to commit suicide?

No, he was pacing around the well with a pale face. If his baby wasn't in the well, then his home must be there.

If he jumps into the well, who will dare to drink the water from this well in the future?

The sky darkened again and became darker and darker.

There are fewer and fewer people on the streets.

Zhang Youcha heard some movement in the well.

He didn't know whether it was the gurgling of water or something else.

It was like a naughty child teasing an adult. It gurgled a few times and then disappeared, waiting for the adult to go treasure hunting.

Zhang Youcha didn't move.

Neither did Aza.

He sat by the alley, waiting for the things in the well to float up by themselves.

The sky grew darker and the drunken flowers floated over.

As soon as he arrived, he asked, "Ah, this fool has gained nothing all afternoon?"

He stretched himself and said, "I had a good sleep. Haven't you noticed? This silly boy's face has turned pale."

Before he finished speaking, Aza suddenly became irritable, rushed to the well again, and shouted: "Hey!"

He shouted like this.

The branches of the big tree next to it suddenly shook, and it began to vibrate with the summer breeze.