Yin marriage lingers: The ghost man bites lightly

After we came out, we went back home. My parents didn't come to see me by the river this time, but they couldn't help breaking the door when they saw me, especially when my mother grabbed my hand and asked me many questions.

But seeing Murong Jue beside me was still silent.

Then my mother seemed to see her ancestors, taking care of Murong Jue meticulously, asking him how he was, but never mentioning that he was the water ghost in the river.

My mother also cooked a table of meals. I saw Murong Jue wearing a blue robe. The weather was not warm and he was not wearing anything, so I said to Murong Jue: "Change your clothes, don't Dress like this."

Murongjue was very obedient, and then went to my room to change into a set of ordinary clothes. This time it was not black, but a white cotton and linen suit. It looked very elegant, just like home clothes on TV. It looked extraordinarily leisurely, but The color doesn't match the current weather.

Here in the Northeast, we wear dark colors when the weather is cold, and lighter colors when the weather is warmer. Murong Jue is wearing this at this time, no matter how I look at it, I feel uncomfortable.

So I said, "Can't you wear a darker color?"

My mother looked at me in the wrong way, as if talking to my benefactor like this was treasonous, so I explained to my mother: "Seventh brother sometimes doesn't understand the world, I have to remind him at any time."

My mother was skeptical and then said to Murong Jue: "Si Yue was spoiled by us since she was a child, don't mind."

"It's okay, I also like Si Yue's straight-forward personality. This king really doesn't understand this, so I'll change it."

Murong Jue turned around and went back. He arrived at my house and didn't take much time to come out. It was still the original style, but it was black. But this time he had a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest. I looked at the string of white jade-like Buddhist beads. , I can't help but envy, if I can have...

Just as I was thinking, Murongjue raised his hand, holding a string of white jade Buddhist beads inside. He told me that this is white jade bodhi, something that has been around for thousands of years, and he got it by chance, a rare opportunity. He only came out with two strings.

I wanted to say how could I want such a precious thing, but I still stretched out my hand disobediently. I have never seen such a white thing. After touching it carefully, I asked Murong Jue: "Is the white jade bodhi?" Grinding to black?"

"That's an ordinary thing, but this one is different. Bodhi is a thing of Buddhism, and it cannot be controlled by ordinary people's concentration. However, the white jade Bodhi here is made by me. If it is a string, I will touch it. With my current ability , is impossible to touch.

After all, ghosts are ghosts, and compared with humans, they are extremely cloudy and cold, and this bodhi is a Buddhist magic weapon, which can burn the body if it is light, or destroy itself if it is serious.

Now I am his master, and when I occasionally have a murderous desire in my heart, I will feel peaceful while wearing him. "

I touched it: "Then this one is for tempering people?"

"It's for sharpening your temperament. It's good for you to wear it. It's similar to the benefit of the ice bed. You know that you take it out when you're in an impetuous mood. Even if you wear it normally, it will have some effect.

A calm mind is naturally cool, and Bodhi makes people calm. "

"Is there such a benefit?" I was busy putting Bodhi on my neck. Murong Jue walked up to me and drew a symbol on my chest, like a wheel. I asked Murong Jue what it was, and he told me yes The swastika, if he is not by my side, can protect me.

"The water blade..."

"You still have the nerve to mention the water blade. Your practice has disappointed me."

"Why do you say that, I clearly practice well."

"If it's good, you won't miss it every time."

Murong Jue's hand left, his eyes were cold, I don't see him like that, I don't argue, I can't fight him, I can't talk about it.

Those who are not as skilled as others are naturally inferior.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Murong Jue turned to say: "From today onwards, practice harder."

"Ah."

Seeing us talking, my parents didn't get involved, but they prepared meals for us to eat.

When we had dinner that day, my mother called me aside, and I asked her what was the matter, and she pointed to the car in my yard, and I remembered about the car.

I went out to look at the car. The car was still in the yard, but there were some footprints around the car. I asked my dad, "What happened to the footprints on the ground?"

"Where are the footprints?"

My dad stared at me as if he didn't see anything, and then I turned to look at Murong Jue who was standing beside me. Today is a cloudy day, so he can come out to accompany me.

"You have dark eyes, so you can naturally see the footprints left by the ghost. It seems to be a very persistent ghost that has been wandering here for half a month."

"Half a month?"

I was surprised. Could it be that I have been underwater for half a month?

After careful calculation, it was true, Murong Jue turned around and looked at the footprints on the ground: "Let's go back at night."

"Ah."

At night, the ghost really came. I untied the rope ahead of time. The ghost went around twice and found nothing. He sat on the car and rode away. Murong Jue and I followed behind. The owner of the car didn't notice. The car is already slow.

The owner of the car is a short ghost, in his thirties, with an ordinary appearance, but there is a kindness between his brows.

We followed the car all the way to the house where Jiang Sheng borrowed the car. When we got to the door, the ghost got out of the car, opened the door, got the car in, locked it with the chain on the car, and then went to his house.

I heard Jiang Sheng say that in the courtyard of this house, there are patients he sees. The man died not long ago. Could it be this?

☆, Chapter 127 Portrait of the Patriarch

It was dark, and the house looked peaceful. I asked Murong Jue if he could still go in, and Murong Jue shook his head: "No need, in a little over a month it will be the [-]-day deadline, and he will report to the underworld. He just I still miss my wife and can't bear to leave."

"Isn't the soul going to leave on the seventh day after death?"

"It also depends on how the people in this family treat him."

"What do you mean?"

Murongjue turned around and walked away, I hurriedly followed, and he said: "If a relative misses the dead person, and misses it with all his heart, every day, then this person will probably treat him as if he is still alive after death, and In and out of the house, the ghost we saw just now, although he knew he was dead, but his wife kept thinking about him, which made him feel worried about leaving, so he lingered in and out of the house.

He also knew that his time was short, so he used some things to buy off the little ghost in the underworld, so that he could stay with extra time. "

"Then what if his wife is still thinking about it day and night?"

"Time is very strange. Some things, people and things will always be forgotten. When she forgets all of them, it will be time for him to leave."

"Will you not forget?"

"will not."

Murong Jue replied firmly, as if he knew it very well.

After we left, Murong Jue accompanied me to the shroud shop, and we stayed at the shroud shop tonight.

After tidying up, I asked Murong Jue, "What do you think of the shroud shop?"

"not good."

Sure enough, I'm still an old hunter. My little fox knows what I'm going to do as soon as he pokes his butt.

After simply tidying me up and going to lie down, Murongjue turned over and pressed me under him, as if he couldn't wait any longer, he tossed and turned with me on the bed.

When he left me, I still stood beside him and said: "This place is not bad, I go to class during the day and you follow me, wouldn't it be nice for us to live here at night?"