Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Pei Xiaohai is four years old. She thought she was already familiar with this world, but after seeing the ghost, she found that they were still so unfamiliar with each other. This realization made her fall into deep thought.

Not to mention her, the youngest of the old nuns in the mountain temple, Master Jingchi, is already in her forties. She has lived for so long and has never seen such a scene. They are also very unfamiliar with this world.

The three old nuns also fell into deep thought.

The four people squatted at the foot of the mountain. They didn't dare to go back, and they wanted to run but had nowhere to go. They all looked extremely miserable and pitiful.

The deadlock was broken by the chubby little boy who came after them again.

"Really? You almost pissed me off! Why were you running? You ran so suddenly that I almost couldn't catch up with you."

The boy yelled in particular dissatisfaction.

But this time only Pei Xiaohai could hear it.

"If you can't catch up, then don't chase us. We didn't ask you to."

Little Pei had been upside down for too long and was now dizzy and nauseous. His voice was a little weak and he seemed very impatient.

The boy was hurt by the tone, and his sensitivity and vulnerability suddenly came up. "Why are you like this? You're not hospitable at all. I just want to make friends with you. What's wrong with me? Why are you chasing me away like this?"

How ridiculous.

Is he still feeling wronged?

The boy was sobbing, and the surroundings suddenly became cold, as if there was a lump of ice next to him that was emitting cold air.

The louder he cried, the colder he felt; the quieter he cried, the less cold he felt.

This should be the gusts of cold wind that Master Jingneng mentioned when she told stories. Perhaps when the cold wind blows, it means ghosts are crying.

Little Pei shivered and was a little distracted by the wind, while the three old nuns had already had a layer of frost on their eyebrows.

They were so frightened that they stared with their eyes wide open and tried to rescue Pei Xiaohai, wanting to take her and continue running.

Little Pei wasn't afraid of the ghost; instead, she was more afraid of being caught and run away. She twisted her body, hid backward, and yelled at him, "Stop crying! You're so noisy and annoying!"

The boy was stunned by the yelling and became even more sad: "Wow!!!

I'm crying, and you still think I'm annoying? Why do you have such a bad temper? "

It’s already annoying!

Pei Xiaohai was so angry that he stomped his feet. He really wanted to punch him, but he couldn't see where he was.

Just as I was thinking this, a strange thing suddenly appeared in front of me and could talk.

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So strange, what happened?

Little Pei was a little dazed. He seemed to hear something just now, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Only the crying sound was still lingering in his ears.

She looked at the source angrily: "Shut up..."

The word "mouth" was stuck in my throat, unable to move up or down.

Little Pei really saw a ghost. It was a fat man, taller than her. Her face could not be seen clearly. It was covered in blood and was a pool of rotten flesh. Two eyeballs were hanging in the rotten flesh. He was crying with his mouth open, but even without opening his mouth, many teeth could be seen, showing through the rotten flesh.

Pei Xiaohai's forehead tightened, his eyes widened, he rolled his eyes, and fainted.

"Amitabha." The three old nuns hurriedly caught her and prevented her from falling to the ground. Jinghui chanted the Buddha's name and lowered her kind eyes with some sorrow.

The last thing Pei Xiaohai heard and thought in his heart was this: Amitabha.

The Buddha is not coming, and the ghosts don’t want to leave.

When little Pei opened his eyes again, he was back in the nunnery, lying on a pillow made of buckwheat husks. It was dark, but the room was brightly lit with many candles.

The master sat beside her, stroking her forehead and chanting scriptures, but she couldn't understand what he was chanting.

Nun Jingchi's approach was easier to understand. When she saw that she had woken up, she picked her up, fed her a gulp of bitter medicine, gave her a spoonful of sugar, and then stuffed her back into the quilt and wrapped her up tightly.

Pei Xiaohai finally came to her senses and realized that she was sick.

Master Jingneng, who was not present, must have gone to look for Ma Yaopo.

She was a little suspicious, wondering if the so-called ghost was just a dream she had because she was sick and confused.

But suddenly a fat, round, red face appeared before my eyes:

"You woke up. I thought you were going to become a ghost too. You are too timid. You fainted when you looked at me. Is it that scary? Oh, you couldn't see me, so how come you can see me suddenly? What's wrong with your eyes? Sometimes they are good and sometimes they are bad?

Why don't you say anything? Are you crazy?

The fat face looked a little worried:

"My name is Cheng Tianbao. What's your name? Tell me quickly. If you're really stupid, I can remind you.

Actually, it's my fault that you've become like this. Why don't you just worship me from now on, even if it's just giving me two steamed buns. Even if you die, I will still protect you.

Don't be touched. When your masters burn paper and incense for you in the future, just give me half of it."

This ghost was really both kind and vicious. Little Pei wanted to scold him but he didn't know what to say. After thinking for a long time, he could only say the common "Amitabha".

Can that be called cursing?

She really learned very well from her master.

Little Pei turned over sadly. She felt the quilt was too hot and wanted to stretch her hands and feet out, but when she thought about becoming a ghost and having to face this thing, she hugged the quilt tighter.

"Why are you still ignoring me? I've already made my face look better..."

Cheng Tianbao felt bored, touched his nose and sat aside.

There was an unconcealable happiness in his shy eyes.

There are living people who can see him, and they are living people who don’t catch ghosts. They can talk and play together. So what is the difference between him and living people?

The more Cheng Tianbao looked at Pei Xiaohai, the more satisfied he became. He didn't want to leave her in this life. It would be even better if she could kowtow to him and make offerings to him. It didn't matter if she was not happy about it.

Maybe one day she'll be happy to do it.

Just thinking about it made Cheng Tianbao smile so hard that his teeth were showing. He looked at her from time to time, but she was sick, so it was not a happy thing after all. He also wanted to maintain some proper etiquette for the future, so he had to try to be serious while wanting to smile.

It looks so hateful!

What is he happy about?

What's the good news?

Are you starting to think about how to spend the paper money now?

She's not dead yet! The master and the others haven't burned paper or incense for her yet.

Pei Xiaohai got angry when he thought that he might be blackmailed if he died. He got so angry that he didn't know whether he fainted or fell asleep, but his consciousness sank.