Ghost, are there any ghosts in this world
"Damn it!"
"Yesterday Master also said that the Guo family had confessed to it with all the truth, and that Mrs. Guo was completely dead."
"Can this dead man have a fake?"
"I heard that I came back alive again in the middle of the night and caught people for food!"
In the past few days, Xiao Guocun has exploded. Some people say that they have seen a female ghost following Mrs. Guo. Even if it is a puppet with a string, some people say, no, no, it is obviously Mrs. Guo that grew up. Sharp-mouthed fangs, he bounced on the ground, this is a corpse transformed into a zombie, disheveled, and scary. In short, since letting go of the flame mouth, it seems to have alarmed something immobile.
It is the monk’s job to save the dead souls. We Taoists don’t do this. However, some wealthy patrons are more particular. In addition to saving the souls, they are also afraid of some unclean things. So we invited our Taoist priests to catch ghosts.
Whether this is superstition or not, it depends on whether the minds of the people who use this principle are right. If, out of some selfish thoughts, deceive the public, it has never been my style of Zhou Xiaoxian.
Therefore, I am very poor. I am the one who is really poor. Because in our Taoist circle, I am embarrassed to go out without wearing a patched and patched rag. Many people actually have money in their pockets. Be pitiful.
Because the poorer you are, the better your business may be,
Master often said that I don’t know how to pretend. Even if I pretend to be a little taller, I am more or less like a monk. How can there be Taoist priests with bangs
Yes, I have a flowing bangs, although I know that my unconvincing brothers like to secretly call it a "pot lid", but what about it? I just like the lid.
My father is, how should I put it, I don’t know his name or even his surname. People call him Daxian. He also makes a living by fortune-telling for others, and occasionally pretends that he knows feng shui to show others feng shui. , Don't tell me, he has his own set of principles, and he often turns around the bluffs of the rich.
I am also very proud of it, because when I help others watch Feng Shui, in addition to getting paid, the owner can also take care of the meals, and I can also go to have a good meal with Daxian.
Old lady Guo's body was gone. This kind of thing exploded in this small village. It was said that the corpse had changed, and Old lady Guo had become a zombie.
But the story didn’t end there. After two days, the monks had already left, because they stayed for a day, even if they didn’t do anything, the master still had to take care of the food and pay for their wages, so they lost their temper. The big monk, thinking that he was paid less, was swearing, and even stole several bottles of wine on the table. It seemed that these horse urine had a lot of attraction to them. They were filled with yellow soup, and it was another one. A good guy, he is not afraid of any ghost or not.
When I saw the monk again, I was still in a cornfield. The blood and corn were stepped on a clear path. The place where the monk’s corpse was found. The corn was poured and the heart was dug out. The intestines and the belly of the same place were broken. A big hole, a fishy smell, and black blood spilled around. Five meters away, he had to cover his mouth and nose. This monk must have gone through a fight before he died, because his fists were still tightly clenched, and he couldn't break it.
One hand is a wine bottle, and the other hand is a mass of black and meowing things. These things spilled from between the fingers, and they were very smelly. This incident alarmed the police station in the town. After a while, people were lifted. gone.
"You are so stupefied! I would not bear two bottles of wine!?" A young man from the Guo family, with a sturdy appearance, was about to hit him with his hand up. A group of seven aunts and eight aunts were driving beside him, and there were some villagers. Uncle Li and his like, booed and applauded, it could probably be a group of heroes in Xiaoguo Village.
"This crowd! Please pay attention to the tone of your speech!" The police patted the table.
"The big money is gone, kill a monk for two bottles of wine?"
"This is a transcript! Please follow the procedure!"
"Who hit someone!?"
An aunt of the Guo family suddenly jumped into the arms of the policeman, and then fell to the ground, holding the policeman's thigh. This gathering of heroes was at its best!
As the saying goes, after you sing, I will appear on the stage, and every wave is stronger than every wave!
"Don't make a noise!" A loud voice, like a giant bell, rang behind me.
There was no sound, and then a female policeman came in. After many years, I think about it, and I still feel that the female hero is very angry. I will never forget this figure in my life, with a ponytail, wearing a police uniform, clean and neat, with clear eyes. It was a quiet lake, but the sound was extremely powerful, and there was a sound.
"Hello." I said awkwardly, God knows, there is some logic between this, maybe I can't help it, I always feel that this woman makes me feel excited.
"Who are you?"
"This is Zhou Xiaoxian."
"What are you doing here at the police station?"
"Wages!? What is the wages! You monks and Taoists have stopped singing for two days, so you are embarrassed to take your wages!?" The room was full of voices in a flash, and I became the target of public criticism.
I ran out like a sprinter, and said, "My master Zhou Qide asked me to come!" Every time I encounter this kind of tricky and shameful thing, the master has to let me come forward. After all, take people. With short hands, it is not easy to be a Taoist priest.
After I ran out of the police station, I turned around and took another look. The policewoman was standing at the door, staring at me, and seeing my pores numb, she ran back to the guest house in one breath.
No one dared to go out again at night, except for my master.
But his old man is not afraid of death. He has to lead me. You say that morality is not lack of morality? I secretly cry out in my heart. If I meet Mrs. Guo, will I be like that monk, the intestines will be ripped out, the heart will be eaten, I guess the blood will be sucked a lot by the old lady Guo, I listen Master said that zombies like to suck blood, especially human blood.
My brother is much simpler. I secretly like to call him stupid and big. In his eyes, Master’s words are sacred decree, so he was sent to follow me as a last resort, if Master is entangled by zombies , Can't get away, at least we can take care of each other.
"Later, you will be the first."
"What?" I asked knowingly, as if this way I would not have to fight zombies.
"Don't worry, being a teacher won't let those monsters hurt your hair."
"I believe it, really." I said, crying.
But there is no way. Who makes my blood different? This thing is especially popular with zombies. When ordinary people's blood is poured into water, the color will be diluted by water, but my blood will become more and more red. I have tried a drop of blood. , Dye a river red, of course, this effect is only present at night, as soon as the sun shines on the water, everything is restored to the original.
So I didn't dare to bleed, because it would attract all kinds of monsters. The last time I bleed was the time I was stained with red river water. At that time, I was a baby and the master adopted me.
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