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On this day, the sun was shining brightly.

As usual, after waking up, the foreman went to the market, bought some vegetables, and prepared to go back to cook and eat before going to Jinshan to work the night.

The little water ghost has been following him around these past few days, chattering non-stop about his bitter experiences as a ghost over the past few decades, how every festive occasion saw other ghosts eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks, but only it was soaking in cold water with nothing.

After hearing this, the foreman felt sorry for it.

After all, no matter what, the little water ghost is still his uncle.

So, try to satisfy it as much as possible these days.

Every day they offered it incense and candles, fed it delicious food and spicy drinks, and dressed it in new clothes.

The little water ghost was very happy.

He said that every day these days feels like Chinese New Year.

It even went back to the mass grave near the puddle to show off to other ghosts, saying that it also had relatives and was worshipped by people.

As a result, every night when the foreman took it to Jinshan these days, a bunch of ghosts followed him, scaring him half to death.

The little water ghost was very happy and had a lot of fun playing with them.

But the foreman has a hard time.

I've never seen so many ghosts in my life...

“There are hanged ghosts, beheaded ghosts, ghosts without hands and feet, and burned ghosts. Their deaths are different, but the common point is that they are all scary.

However, when the foreman came out to buy vegetables, the little water ghost did not follow him out.

"Donor, please stay."

Just as the foreman finished buying vegetables and walked out of the market, he suddenly heard a sound of flooding waves. He turned around and saw an old monk. He asked curiously...

"You called me?" He pointed at himself.

The old monk had a fat head and big ears, and wore a monastic robe that had been washed so much that it looked bleached. He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, good, good."

"Donor, it's you that Lao Na is calling."

The foreman asked impatiently, "What's the matter? Do you want vegetarian food? You've got the wrong person. I haven't even eaten yet."

After saying this, he raised his foot and wanted to leave.

Ever since the incident at Jinshan, he has been upset and doesn't want to meddle in other people's business.

Unexpectedly, the old monk caught up with him again, blocked his way, and said sincerely: "Donor, you misunderstood. I am not here to beg for alms. Our meeting is fate. I saw that your forehead is black, and you must be entangled by dirty things, so I came here to tell you something."

"Also, not only is your forehead black, but there is also a dead air on your face. I'm afraid you will have a bloody disaster soon."

Regarding the old monk’s words.

The foreman was shocked.

Because what the old monk said was right, he had been haunted by a little water ghost recently, and it was indeed a dirty creature.

As for the bloody disaster, could it be... ?

The foreman became more and more afraid. If the prince knew that he had betrayed him, he would definitely kill him. So he quickly grabbed the old monk's hand and said quickly, "Old monk, can you help me get rid of the blood disaster?"

The old monk chanted Amitabha slowly and said...

"Donor, as the saying goes, cause and effect are cyclical, and you will reap what you sow. If you want to avoid the bloody disaster, I'm afraid you have to turn back and repent."

"What do you mean by that?" The foreman got angry when he heard it. He thought the old monk wanted to extort money from him and was deliberately shirking his responsibility. So he asked viciously, "Just tell me how much money you want. Don't give me so many big truths."

"I am a rough man, I don't understand any great principles."

The great monk sighed, bowed his head and chanted Amitabha, saying, "This is the end of the old minister. Please take care of yourself, donor."

After saying this, he pushed the foreman away and walked away.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go. Come back here." The foreman hurriedly chased after him and stopped the old monk from leaving.

The old monk was so annoyed that he could only say...

"Donor, I can help you get rid of the little ghost in you. As for the bloody disaster, this is the cause and effect you planted, and you need to resolve it yourself. I really can't do anything."

When the foreman heard this, his face turned pale.

He understood what the old monk said.

Probably because of that.

As for the little water ghost, he was not worried.

Because it will be gone in a few days and will not affect his life.

A bloody disaster is a big deal.

Foreman: "Master, is there really no other way? Please help me think about it. I'm sure you have a solution. I'm willing to pay you any amount of money."

The old monk regretted his meddling. Now he was being harassed and couldn't leave. He said helplessly, "Donor, we monks are here to cultivate our fate with Buddhism. We cannot accept money from others."