Two or three things about becoming Ye Wang's mother

There was a knock on the door for a while, but when no one answered, it stopped.

Lian Hongba was about to break free from my hand, but I was so frightened that I quickly covered him with all my strength, and pointed out the door with the other finger.It was pitch black outside the door, and nothing could be seen.Although there was a candle burning in the room, the light was still very dim.

Although the knocking on the door stopped, the footsteps stopped outside the door and did not sound again, which meant that they hadn't left yet.

Sure enough, after another half hour, the sound of footsteps rattled away, and finally disappeared.

"Why are you covering my mouth?"

Lian Hongba broke free from me with a dissatisfied tone.

"If you don't cover your mouth, do you still want to say hello to that thing and say hi?"

What's going on in this kid's head?

"What is that thing?" Seeing that I seemed to know something, he kept asking me.But how do I know what that is?But if I don't give him an answer at this moment, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight.

I pretended to look hesitant to show my suffering.

He said anxiously: "Say it quickly!"

Seeing that he was impatient, I reluctantly replied: "That's a ghost."

Lian Hongba's eyes widened, apparently not believing my nonsense.

Of course I was talking nonsense, and it was for his own good.I was really afraid that he would go and say hello to something outside the door just out of curiosity.

Children should be afraid of ghosts and the like.

But looking at Lian Hongba's expression at this time, I hesitated.

Is he really afraid?

This is a magical world.

But things have come to this, I can only bite the bullet and fool around.

"There is a kind of ghost called the spirit bed ghost. As the name suggests, the spirit bed ghost lives on the death bed of the dead. Someone just died next door, and the death was quite strange. The bed she slept in before her death became the death bed. Ghost beds regenerate ghosts."

He looked like he was listening with gusto, which was far from what I had imagined.In order to express the accuracy of my words, I told another allusion.

"In ancient times, there was a man named Sima Wenxuan who believed in Buddhism and often invited monks to his home to chant Buddhist scriptures.

Sima Wenxuan has a younger brother. The two brothers usually have a good relationship and often study Buddhist scriptures together.One year, my mother died, and my younger brother also died.Sima Wenxuan was very sad, so he set up a memorial tablet for them at home to express his condolences.

However, one day, Sima Wenxuan was studying at home, and suddenly found that his younger brother appeared on the spiritual tablet, and asked him for food..."

"And where?"

"No more."

Lian Hongba looked at me in disbelief: "That's it?"

Me: "Isn't this scary?"

"Horror? You haven't finished your story at all!"

I am guilty, this story is really not over.But the subsequent development of this story has nothing to do with the present.I can't say that ghosts and ghosts don't invade Buddhist believers. After hearing this, wouldn't this child want to find out even more.

I said sternly: "The subsequent development is too terrifying, I think it's better not to talk about it, it's too detrimental to your physical and mental development."

Lian Hongba scoffed at this.

I always felt that something was wrong, but I didn't think much about it at that time, so I hesitated to tell him the follow-up that I compiled.

Organized the language in the brain, and then went on to say:

"Sima Wenxuan felt that his younger brother's personality was very different from what he had been alive, so he ignored him. The younger brother left cursing. At night, Sima Wenxuan came back from his friend. When returning to his room, he passed the room where his younger brother was alive. He heard a commotion inside. , doubts suddenly arose in his heart. So he pushed the door open with both hands, and saw a person lying on the bed where his younger brother slept before his death. That person is exactly that younger brother ghost."

Speaking of this, I couldn't help touching the goose bumps on my arms.As if to render the environment, I couldn't help lowering my voice.

"Sima Wenxuan believed in Buddhism on weekdays and practiced good deeds diligently. He was naturally not afraid of his younger brother's ghosts. So he walked into the room and shouted loudly: 'If you practiced good deeds all your life, if it is as the scriptures say, you deserve to ascend to heaven, or if you are in the human realm, why did you fall? In this ghost?' However, as soon as he finished speaking, his younger brother ghost turned around, revealing his back. Only then did Sima Wenxuan realize that there was also a human face on the back of his younger brother ghost's head, and that human face was his mother. He was startled, and the next day he invited monks to chant scriptures, and the ghost was driven away."

In fact, it's not scary. I'm really not suitable for telling ghost stories. I was a little depressed for a while.

As expected, there was no expression of fear on Lian Hongba's face.

"So what do you mean, the one who knocked on the door just now is the spirit bed ghost of the female worker?"

He asked: "So what is the purpose of the spirit bed ghost appearing?"

He asked again, "What will happen if his request is fulfilled?"

I don't know.

"Do you want to try tomorrow?" He suddenly became excited.

Me: "Be human."

Although it was to bluff him, I was still a little apprehensive about the guy who knocked on the door.

It can't really be a ghost, can it?

I didn't sleep well all night because of this incident.When I woke up the next day, I was in a daze.Lian Hongba said he would come again tonight, but he wanted to see the spirit bed ghost.

I wanted to refuse. After all, there is no guarantee that the "spiritual bed ghost" will appear again, right? But my story says that the spiritual bed ghost often appears, so I can't refuse. What should I do if I come to knock on the door every night? Maybe after a long time, he will come here uninvited!" I agree with this sentence very much.

I have to say, this sentence hit my soft spot.I'm really afraid that if I hear the knock on the door in the middle of the night every day, I will be sent away one day.

Because of this incident, I temporarily entrusted Aye to the proprietress, and stayed in the room with Lian Hongba at night.It would be fine if the "Spiritual Bed Ghost" didn't show up, but once it does...well, it's fate.

That night, I handed the sleeping Aye to the proprietress.The proprietress wanted to ask something, but seeing my unnatural expression, she swallowed her words.

I stayed in the room, and around midnight, Lian Hongba came over as usual.

As soon as I saw him come in, I immediately handed him the peach stalk in my hand, he looked puzzled, and I said: "Dispel evil spirits."

He grinned and stuck a peach stem in my hair.

"Speaking of which, is there no ban in your palace? Can you come out casually?"

He glanced at me and said nothing.

I asked again: "You sneaked out, are you sure your elder brother doesn't know?"

"Maybe." He propped his chin, half of his face was in the dark where the candlelight couldn't reach.This time, I couldn't see his expression.

"Why do you have to work so hard?" I asked softly.

After about an hour, I extinguished the candle.All of a sudden, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

Immediately, I heard Lian Hongba muttering: "If you don't work hard, you will lose your own value..."

I haven't lived his life, so I have no right to judge his life, but at this moment, maybe it would be better to give him a hug.

In the dark night, only the moonlight in the yard can make my eyes catch his existence. I want to hug him, but I see his body flashing aside, and my hands are empty.

"What did you want to do just now? Hug me?"

I:……

"No, there is a mosquito, maybe I misread it..."

At the same time, the same door opening sound as yesterday appeared.Footsteps came to the front of the house, and a familiar knock sounded on the door

Even in the dark night, I seem to be able to see Lian Hongba's eyes shining with joy.

I really want to say that we are really dying!

The author has something to say:

感谢在2021-03-2423:13:37~2021-03-2610:38:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Canghai Yuemingzhu has 14 bottles of tears; Chirp 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!