ghost and donkey

I am a ghost.

I was originally the eldest son of a wealthy family, handsome and unrestrained, capable of fighting with the tongue, and champion in martial arts, I was the dream lover of countless women in the capital.

However, it was me who was so good that I accidentally tripped over a small stone on the day of my wedding and fell to my death.

Then I saw bull-headed horse-faced men who claimed to be messengers from hell. Unfortunately, after looking at me, they turned pale in shock and said they would not take me back to hell. You can reincarnate again after repayment.

But my family is the richest businessman in the capital, how can I owe others things?

It's a pity that the bull-headed horse-face refused to say anything this time, and they went back to hell in a blink of an eye when they asked anxiously, leaving me to stare blankly.

Although he was angry and confused, he had no choice but to wander in the world.

Then I watched my parents who were in their prime getting older and then died and then reincarnated, watched my younger brothers and sisters get married and finally died and reincarnated, watched my unmarried wife being scolded as Kefu and then heartbroken and married elsewhere , watching my swearing friend who never married in his whole life finally usurped the handkerchief I gave him when I was a child and died alone...

I saw people who knew me die one after another, from sadness and despair to indifference.

I have seen countless joys and sorrows, and I have seen my heart ashamed.

This situation finally changed after meeting a monk.

It was raining that day, although as a ghost I can control myself not to be touched by outside objects, but I still felt weird seeing the raindrops passing through my body, so I found a temple to hide from the rain.

Not long after, another monk came to the temple to hide from the rain with a Zen stick on his face, but he didn't come in, but stood straight at the door.

I found it funny, the monk was so serious that he didn't seem to come to hide from the rain, but rather to practice magic.

So I stepped forward to take a closer look, but the monk took a step back, clasped his hands together and lowered his eyebrows and said to me, "Anituofo, benefactor, please respect yourself."

It was as if I was hit by a sesame seed on the street. I quickly grabbed his wide cuff and said anxiously, "You...can you see me?"

Unexpectedly, that bald donkey finally changed his face, pulled back his sleeves, and said in a more anxious tone than me: "The female benefactor respects herself, the female benefactor respects herself, whether a man or a woman can kiss each other..."

I:"……"

How many years have I not been mistaken for a woman?When I was the young master, anyone who dared to say that I was a bit feminine would be dragged out to disturb the soles of my feet all night.Although I later saw the new servant calling my third and fourth younger sisters "Master, Master" to my beautiful third and fourth younger sisters, no one said I looked like a woman after all.

It's a pity that I'm no longer a young master, I'm just a lonely ghost.

So I gritted my teeth to explain, and then gritted my teeth to endure the staring eyes of the bald donkey.

Finally I offered to follow him.I thought very clearly that this bald donkey is the only one who can see me, so he should be my creditor who wants to be hacked into pieces.Although I don't know what I owe this bald donkey.

The bald donkey was stunned for a long time, and finally said to me: "You are a disaster." Then he agreed.

The bald donkey said that his Dharma name is Mo Nian, he is a disciple of Fudotian, and when he encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, his master said that he still had a kalpa before him, so he let him go around in the world.

I don't know, my parents also wanted me to cultivate immortality when I was a child, but it was a pity that my bones were extremely poor after a test.Later, when they heard that Fudotian was powerful and that they didn't ask for root bones, they were moved. They went there and found out that it was a monk's temple. They were so scared that they never mentioned it again.

But Futian is still very powerful, and his reputation has not diminished from my lifetime to the years after my death.

The name Mo Nian is also very familiar. I have also heard of it. He is the chief disciple of Fudotian. His identity shows his strength. He is indeed a very powerful person.

But also very fun.

It is impossible for a man not to talk to others in this world, and the bald donkey is no exception. I teased him when he was talking to others, pulled his cuffs, pulled his Zen stick, and took off his pants.

At this time, he would helplessly turn around and scold: "Don't make trouble!" Then he would turn around and continue talking with others.

It's a pity that others can't see me, so they look at that bald donkey as if they are crazy.Then I went to tease the bald donkey again, and saw the terrified or surprised faces of the people who talked to the bald donkey when the bald donkey couldn't bear it again and turned around and scolded me: "Don't make trouble!"

Although the bald donkey looks hopeless, he still has emotions. When I go too far, he will get angry unbearably.

But this bald donkey is also funny when he is angry. He doesn’t drive me away. When he gets angry, he just recites the mantra back and forth by himself. When Qingxin Mantra was calm, he sat cross-legged on his head, threatening that if he threw me off, I would take off my pants and sit on it, and then reincarnate on his head while he was talking to others.

The bald donkey was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he had to recite the mantra more vigorously against me.

Then one day the bald donkey finally couldn't take it anymore, when I spanked him while he was talking to others.

He said: "There is no way for you to continue like this. I will find you a body, so don't do this in the future."

Although I always feel that the real purpose of this bald donkey is to bully me back when I have a body, but the temptation to be able to talk to others and be seen by others is too great.

I agreed, and from then on, I and the monk embarked on the road of finding a corpse suitable for me.

But this monk is unreliable. At the beginning, he only found me corpses with ugly facial features. Fortunately, my soul, including my consciousness, expressed deep resistance.

As a result, this resistance lasted for five full years.