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

No matter what month it is, the mornings in the mountains are inevitably a bit chilly.

Pei Xiaohai's anger had subsided. Jinghui put away the new clothes she had given her overnight and stopped confining her to bed, but she just didn't allow her to go out.

Jingchi still brought a bowl of bitter medicine and asked her to drink it. Perhaps being awake would make her tongue work better, but it was particularly painful for Pei to drink it.

Even the snacks and candies I ate afterwards tasted bitter.

If Cheng Tianbao hadn't been staring at her, she would have cried.

Even though there are ghosts watching, she still has to save face.

Jinghui and Jingneng sent Ma Yaopo away and returned.

Jinghui asked Pei Xiaohai: "Is the ghost still there?"

"Here he is," said Pei Xiaohai. "His name is Cheng Tianbao, he's a boy, this tall, very fat, right here."

Little Pei pointed to the side.

Jingneng: "Did you see him?"

"I saw it yesterday. He didn't look very good then. I was so scared I fainted. But when I saw it again tonight, he looked much better. He said that what I saw at the beginning was what he would look like when he died."

Thinking of this, Pei Xiaohai was still a little angry, thinking that he was deliberately scaring him.

The three old nuns didn't care what the ghost looked like. What they cared about was how to make the ghost leave.

Jinghui pointed to the direction that Pei Xiaohai had pointed, called the ghost "Donor Xiao Cheng", and tactfully asked him if he had any unfulfilled wishes that were causing him to wander around in the world of the living and not be reincarnated.

Cheng Tianbao scratched his head. "No, I don't remember a lot of things. I don't want to reincarnate, so I just walked around. I noticed from afar that the spiritual energy here is quite rich, so I came here and just happened to meet you!"

Cheng Tianbao smiled happily at Pei Xiaohai: "This is fate!"

What bad luck, Pei Xiaohai conveyed his words.

Jing Chi, who was impatient, asked, "Then, Mr. Cheng, when are you planning to leave?"

Cheng Tianbao: "I won't leave. Other people can't see me, and they can't hear me when I talk to them. It's not fun at all. It's better here. It would be even better if you believed in me."

Cheng Tianbao refused to leave, even though the three old nuns promised to burn a lot of paper money and give him a lot of meat, he refused to leave.

When he got tired of talking, he ran off to somewhere unknown, but after a while he came back to be with Pei Xiaohai.

Fortunately, he didn't get into trouble again.

Pei was a little kid who only remembered food but not beatings. He had no playmates of the same age in the mountains, so he was always pestered by his father. Within two days, he forgot about the unpleasantness and became friends with him.

It's very interesting to listen to him talk about things outside.

A man and a ghost gathered together and whispered, exchanging the stories they had heard.

The three worried old nuns chanted Buddha's name more often than before, but they didn't say anything in the end. They even acquiesced to Pei Xiaohai sticking her chopsticks in the middle of her rice bowl every now and then and sharing her food with her friends.

Go ahead and eat it. It’s in her bowl anyway. Maybe she’s hungry and doesn’t want to be friends with him anymore.

Unfortunately, this is unlikely. If Pei Xiaohai goes around them a few times and pesters them pitifully, the three old nuns will find her something to eat.

What's more, there is no shortage of wild fruits in the mountains. There are several fruit trees behind the main hall, growing out of the broken walls and ruins, and they are particularly vigorous and tenacious.

In June, the fruits on the trees began to ripen one after another.

By August or September, they are almost ripe.

This place became Pei's favorite place to come. He wished he could open his eyes every day and be on the tree, holding the branches and eating fruits.

However, she did not know how to climb trees. She once climbed up bravely, but when she looked down at the ground, she found she could not get down. She cried very sadly, scratched her hands and clothes, and also had a cut on her face. She was picked up and beaten by Jingchi. She did not dare to do it again, so later on, she could only hold the basket and chew.

As usual, the old nuns picked all the big and beautiful fruits and washed them.

Most of these fruits will be given to donors and believers at the foot of the mountain, and a small portion will be made into dried fruits and candied fruits, stored in a cool and dry place, and saved for eating in winter.

Little Pei still remembers that last year, there were very few fruits left, and they were all eaten before the New Year. She cried very sadly and rolled on the ground. She was only cured after being beaten by Master Jingchi.

Memories can cause pain in the butt that isn't there.

Little Pei remembered something and looked at Jingchi curiously:

"Master, why don't you hit me?"

Little Pei found that he had not been beaten this year, but was just forced to recite scriptures. He had not even recited the scriptures in the past few months.

Jingchi stepped on the ladder and looked down to see a dirty child wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He felt a surge of anger and his hands were really itchy.

But then she thought about how this child was so bored that she could only play with ghosts, and she felt a little sorry for her...

That's it.

"Move away. Don't throw the cores on the ground. If they sprout, it will be troublesome."

Jingchi said this and then he was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Jingneng, carrying a basket of fruit, smiled with narrowed eyes: "Come here, kid, I'll take you to wash your face."

"I do not want."

Little Pei was not happy. She was enjoying her meal and the food would get dirty after washing it for a while, so she shook her head and ran away.

Cheng Tianbao noticed Jingchi's expression and ran after Pei Xiaohai, saying, "Go wash up quickly. I think you're about to get a beating."

"Master Jingneng won't beat me." Little Pei didn't believe it.

Jingneng didn't know how to do it, but Jingchi did. When he saw the half-eaten fruits lying on the ground, he rolled up his sleeves and caught her.

My butt hurts, and I feel relieved.

The nun is still the same nun.

Little Pei knelt in front of the statue of Yinggu while crying and repenting.

Cheng Tianbao: "Look, what did I say."

"You can say whatever you want, no one cares."

Pei Xiaohai is still the same Pei Xiaohai, and he gives him a completely irrelevant reply.

Tired of crying, she knocked her head against the cushion and fell asleep.

If things turned out as she expected, she would have nothing to eat tonight, so she might as well go to bed early.

She fell into a warm embrace in a daze. It smelled clean. It was her master.

Little Pei fell into a deeper sleep, because her master would carry her back to bed anyway.

It has always been like this, but not today.

Little Pei was woken up by the shaking.

Jinghui was carrying her down the mountain, and Jingneng and Jingchi were also there.

There were several familiar faces around, holding torches, all from Peijia Town.

It was already dark, and it was very dangerous to walk on the mountain road at night.

What happened?

Pei Xiaohai hugged Jinghui's neck and asked, "Master, where are we going?"

"Go..." Jinghui paused for a moment before continuing, "Go to the home of Mr. Qian, the old donor."

Donor Qian is the elder sister of Pei Xiaohai and the father-in-law of Pei Da'er.

Jinghui originally wanted to say, go to your eldest brother-in-law's house.

But after thinking about it, I still feel that it is inappropriate. Since her biological parents are no longer her parents, then her sister is naturally not her sister, so where does the brother-in-law come from?

Little Pei didn't notice his master's dilemma.

She remembered who the old donor Qian was, but she didn't understand:

"Why do you want to go to his house?"