my God

After the puja, believers offered incense, and then arranged for these believers to have lunch in the temple.

The temple has never been so lively. Dozens of people came to help, offer incense and make wishes, and the front and back yards were all packed.It wasn't until the sun went down that the guests left one after another.

Song Yan closed the mountain gate, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a black shadow flying into the main hall, and he hurriedly followed.

Entering the main hall, Song Yan looked at the statue and the altar, and saw a crow pecking at the big elbow on the altar.The elbow was well done, fat and thin, soft and hard, and the crow ate it until his mouth was full of oil.

Seeing that someone was looking this way, the crow was taken aback for a moment, then became annoyed and said, "What are you looking at? This is for me!"

Song Yan almost laughed out loud.He approached the altar with a suppressed smile, met the glaring eyes of the crow, and said, "Want some water? I'll get it for you!"

"Forget it!" Crow gave him a white look, and continued to eat meat with his head down.

Song Yan leaned on the altar and kept looking at the crow, showing no intention of avoiding it.After holding back for a while, the crow was still angry: "Why don't you leave?"

"I thought you would be happy after eating delicious food! Why are you still so fierce?" Song Yan said while pretending to be wronged, while peeling a banana and handing it over, "Come, eat a piece of fruit to nourish your body and moisten your dryness! "

The crow stared at Song Yan fiercely, and Song Yan blinked innocently.

In the end, the crow gave up first.It sighed and said: "Fate made people, why did you enter my temple!"

"Probably my luck," Song Yan replied with a smile, "That's why I met such a good god like you!"

The crow froze, and it took a long time before he rolled his eyes at him. After a soft snort, he continued to eat and ignored him.

After Song Yan looked at the crow for a while, he couldn't help asking: "When we worshiped you, you weren't on the throne, right? Why didn't you accept our worship?"

The crow turned his head and said contemptuously: "Listen to your chatter?"

Song Yan was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Are you afraid that you have too many wishes and can't satisfy them?"

These words just hit the crow's mind, and the crow said angrily: "A bunch of fools! You can come to me if you want a son or a fortune, am I omnipotent?"

"Hahahaha..." Song Yan couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Laughing fart!" The crow stared at him fiercely and cursed.

"Stop laughing, stop laughing!" Song Yan tried his best to hold back the laughter, and handed the banana to its mouth, "Come, eat a banana, it's so sweet!"

Probably because the word "sweet" played a role, the crow struggled for a second, then pecked at the banana and started to eat it.

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he was raising a pet.He hurriedly dispelled this thought, fearing that the god would get angry again after discovering his thoughts.

"You eat slowly here, I have to go back to the backyard, or I should be anxious if Master can't find me." Song Yan turned around and left the temple after finishing speaking.

The crow watched his back disappear after the door, and muttered in a low voice: "Shouldn't you serve me, the god first? I don't know the priority, stupid!"

When Song Yan returned to the backyard, Daoist Yang was standing at the door waiting for him.

"Master!" Song Yan hurriedly walked over.

"Change your clothes and get ready." Daoist Yang said suddenly.

"Preparing for what?" Song Yan was taken aback.

"Today is the Hungry Ghost Festival, and it is also the day when the gate of the underworld is opened. Go down the mountain and meet the ghosts at night!" Daoist Yang said seriously.

Song Yan understood that it was Master who was going to practice himself again, so he cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Master!"

He changed into an ordinary Taoist robe, took some paper talismans that he usually practiced drawing, and went down the mountain.

***

It wasn't completely dark yet, but at the intersection of the village under the mountain, someone was already burning paper.

Although Song Yan had formed the pill, his yin and yang eyes had not been fully opened, and he could only see a vague outline.He saw a few vague shadows in the dark coveting the piles of burning paper. If it wasn't for the circle drawn around the piles of paper, these shadows would probably rush forward.

Song Yan walked along the village road, the sky was getting darker and darker, and there were more and more blurred shadows on the side of the road.

Seeing a shadow approaching, Song Yan immediately moved a few steps to the side to avoid bumping into it.But who knows, the shadow also moved in one direction with him, and it was determined to collide with him.

Song Yan stopped and spit on the ground in front of him.Seeing this, the shadow stopped, paused, and then went back to the side of the road, avoiding Song Yan.

Song Yan continued to walk forward.

The village is on the outskirts of the city. Although it is not too far from the city center, it takes four to five or 10 minutes to walk.When he walked into the city, although he wasn't too tired, he was sweating all over.

Seeing a small park by the side of the road, he walked in and sat down in a small gazebo to rest his feet and cool off his sweat.

Because of the ghost festival, the usually lively night is much quieter now, and there are not many pedestrians on the street.

Song Yan sat in the gazebo and looked out, only to see some blurred figures on the street besides some hurrying pedestrians.

As soon as Zishi arrives, there must be a lot of ghosts on the street. After all, the underworld only opens its gates once a year, and that's when it's called the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts.

In previous years, Song Yan stayed at home honestly during the Ghost Festival. After all, he was in poor health before, so what if he went out for a night outing without permission and was hit by a ghost?So this is the first time he came out to visit the scene of the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.He wasn't looking forward to it very much. After all, ghosts and the like were nothing to see. He just thought this was a level that had to be passed, and he had to come if he wanted to pass it.

Several young people passed by the park, not only walking unhurriedly, but also talking and laughing.

It's good to be young, to be fearless.After Song Yan sighed secretly, he took a closer look at the state of those people. They were okay, they were very angry, and the probability of being bumped was not high.

After a while, a child's figure appeared across the street. Song Yan couldn't help but sit up straighter, and stretched his neck slightly to look there.

The child was about ten years old, wearing the uniform of a certain elementary school, walking unhurriedly on the sidewalk.

Song Yan frowned and narrowed his eyes.

Not far behind the child was a vague white figure!

Song Yan immediately got up and walked out of the park. After crossing the road, he went straight to the child.

Probably sensing Song Yan's approach, the white figure suddenly disappeared.Song Yan looked around, but couldn't find where the figure was hiding, so he had to give up.

He called to the child, "Hey, little brother, wait a minute!"

The child stopped and looked back at him with obvious guard.

It's okay, quite security-conscious!Song Yan clicked his tongue secretly, and then pretended to be concerned: "It's so late, why are you walking on the street alone?"

The child was still on guard, and replied flatly, "I'm delayed by something."

"Tonight is Ghost Festival, don't wander around outside! Where is your home, I'll take you back!" Song Yan's tone was very sincere.

Unexpectedly, the child still said in a calm tone: "No need, brother, you go first!"

elder brother?Only then did Song Yan realize that he was just a child about to turn 17.Since he went up the mountain, he probably took his master as an example and imitated him everywhere, so he was extra calm, but he still couldn't hide his youthful nature.

The reason why the child is so wary of him is because he is afraid that he is a bad boy who is being robbed in the street?

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself," Song Yan said hurriedly, pointing to his Taoist robe, "I am a Taoist priest in the Daqingling Mountain Temple. My name is Song Yan. Today I am ordered by my master to patrol the streets."

"Hello," the child frowned and thought for a while, "My name is Yan Yun."

Ken told the name, which meant that half of his guard had gone, and Song Yan was relieved immediately.

"It's almost nine o'clock, the street is not safe, let me call you a taxi!" Song Yan took out his mobile phone as he spoke.

"No, I want to take a walk." Yan Yun quickly waved his hand and refused.

Song Yan could only nod his head and said, "Okay then, I'll give you a section."

Yan Yun did not refuse, and walked forward first, while Song Yan followed him and walked with him.

The two of them had nothing to say for a while, after all, they had just met, and their ages were quite different.After walking for a while, it was Yan Yun who spoke first.

"You just said that the streets are not safe, do you mean there are ghosts?"

"Uh..." Song Yan hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should tell the truth to this kind of materialistic-educated child, so he had to put it another way, "It's better to believe what you have than to believe what you don't have."

Yan Yun turned his head and stared at him, then asked again: "You came here to talk to me on purpose, maybe there were ghosts following me just now?"

Song Yan: "..."

Isn't this kid a little too smart?

"Sure enough!" Before Song Yan could answer, Yan Yun nodded in understanding and sighed.

Song Yan stared at his face and said, "You don't seem to be very scared?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm used to it." Yan Yun shrugged and said.

"Huh?" Song Yan was taken aback, "Do you often encounter strange things?"

"When I was young, an expert told my dad that there was something following me, and my dad tried to get someone to drive him away, but unfortunately they all failed." Yan Yun didn't hide it, and said it directly.

"Is this ghost so powerful?" Song Yan didn't expect such a thing to happen, "Do I need to ask my master to help me and try again?"

Who knows, Yan Yun waved his hand and said, "No need!"

"Why? Aren't you afraid it will grind you?"

"It hasn't harmed me!" Yan Yun said seriously, "Although I can't see it, I know it has always been good to me."

Although there are also cases where deceased relatives refuse to leave in order to protect their family members, ghosts are too close to people, and they really have a bad influence on living people.So Song Yan still asked: "How do you know it won't harm you?"

Yan Yun stopped, looked at him and replied seriously: "I saw it with my own eyes."

"Ah?" Song Yan was completely dumbfounded. Just now, the child said he couldn't see ghosts. Now he said he saw it with his own eyes?

"When I was bullied just now, it protected me." Yan Yun said slowly and seriously.

"!!!" Song Yan was shocked again.He instantly remembered the white shadow he saw just now, it seemed that it really wasn't spooky!